40,000 Years of Cultivation

For a while, the crowd was in an uproar.

Many devout followers of Fist God pulled out their fists and glared at here.

There were also people who showed horror on their faces, and were frightened by the arrogance of the mechanical and steam cultists in front of the Fist God statue in broad daylight.

Not far away, a group of guards with sturdy backs, eyes like copper bells, bulging temples pushed away the crowd, and rushed towards the infidel.

This guy turned a blind eye, still cried out the different port number unconsciously, and kept tossing paper.

Straw paper fell like snowflakes one after another.

Most devout believers are afraid of snakes and scorpions, avoiding them as if the paper is poisonous.

However, there are a very small number of people who can hardly resist the temptation of curiosity. They secretly grabbed the paper, took a few glances, and quickly threw them aside, then stepped on their feet nonchalantly to prove their innocence.

Gus swallowed and seized one secretly.

The straw paper is very rough, with a few very simple words written on it, which means "the old **** is dead, and the new **** should stand".

But there is also a so-called "Steam God Cult" pattern printed below. It is a huge steam engine, driving eight mechanical arms, like a steel troll with teeth and claws.

The pattern is quite exquisite, the lines are very thin, criss-cross, even on the rough paper, the ink does not faint.

Gus looked at it, and the other papyrus had exactly the same pattern.

Use your toes to stack two pieces of straw paper together, the two patterns are exactly the same, and each line can match.

This shows that this pattern is not drawn.

Instead, it was printed directly with a printing machine.

Gus had seen something similar to a printing machine in his father's notes, which was a large machine with a sophisticated structure.

The pagan actually had the strength to hide a printing press in Qianyuan City. This knowledge made Gus's heart startled.

At this time, the guards rushed forward and pressed down the guy who was distributing the flyers.

Like a few bears, crushing a sheep, barely crushing this guy to death.

But this guy really has a bit of unending spirit, under the crush of hundreds of kilograms of muscle lumps, he still screams unconsciously.

It was just a sharp and thin shout, completely meaningless, like a person whose tongue had been cut off, casting the most vicious curse on the sky.

Gus and Grey looked at each other.

Look at the sky again.

It is daytime now.

But the crack in the sky that can be seen in Chijin Town has become more and more obvious, like a huge smiling mouth, mocking the weakness of Fist God.

"This world is about to collapse."

For no reason, Gus remembered Lu Qingchen's words again.

I don’t know if the world has collapsed, but the activities of the members of the Mechanical and Steam Cult are indeed becoming more and more rampant, and the control of the Fist Temple is indeed getting weaker and weaker.

Gus and Grey looked blankly at the guy distributing the flyers being dragged away by the guards.

A sinuous and strong bloodstain was left on the ground.

A guard came up to check everyone’s identification.

Because I rarely use machinery and don't like to use tools, the identity certificate of the world of Fist is very rough, it is nothing more than a bamboo sheet with the name and hometown.

Gus and Grey had already stolen the identity certificates of passers-by and forged them.

The more troublesome thing is their appearance. In a very period of time, a pair of sisters and brothers who came to Qianyuan City would definitely be eye-catching.

Regarding this point, Lu Qingchen also disguised them, but each breathed a breath on their faces, making them completely unrecognizable. They are two dark-faced mountain people, and Gus's age is still big. Lei has grown a lot, completely different from her real face.

The attention of the guards was all on the guy who was distributing the flyers just now. It was just a routine matter to the onlookers to see if they had hidden the flyers privately.

Gus and Grey each carried a large back basket, which was stuffed with mountain products, but the steam ball that hid Lu Qingchen, and the precious notes left by father, were stuffed in the belly of the pheasant and the wild duck.

The guard checked at will and waved to let it go.

The two followed the bustling crowd and squeezed into Qianyuan City.

Although Qianyuan City is a large northern city, the market is not very prosperous.

In other words, there is no city in the world of Boxing God that can be called a "prosperous market."

Because this world advocates a life of arduousness and simplicity, iron-blooded martial arts, and is not interested in the luxury, feasting and feasting.

Passing through the city gate, looking around, the most eye-catching landmark of the entire Qianyuan Town is the palace-like Fist Temple.

The temple of boxing is surrounded by hundreds of boxing gyms and dojos, and there are arenas and martial arts arenas at the front and back.

Those who practiced, challenged, rehearsed, taught, thousands of men with big waists and bulging muscles, the blood and sweat exuding, gathered in mid-air into red clouds with teeth and claws.

Muscles and muscles collide fiercely, making a "cracking" sound, which is the most sacred music of the iron fist.

In addition to the boxing temple and the martial arts hall, there are also many weird guys on the street.

They are often ragged and even covered with dirt, but their eyes are shining, and they are surrounded by a powerful breath. They sit on the side of the road, with signs in front of them that say their origins, realms and skills they are good at. .

These are all wandering fighters, traveling through the world of the **** of fists, meeting friends with martial arts, exchanging exercises, and increasing their experience.

From time to time, someone came forward to challenge the wandering boxer. Everyone "cracked" and could tell the winner in three or two strokes. Naturally, they were beaten with a bruise and swollen face, but they were never angry. Instead, they laughed, hooked their shoulders, and looked like they were real. He has become a confidant whom he has not met for many years.

There are even some weird people, every time they take a step, they kneel down on the street like no one, and slam their heads on the ground.

boom!

His head was fine, but the big bluestone on the street was knocked out by them one by one, and the cobweb-like cracks continued to spread.

Gus had heard that these guys were ascetic monks who had issued aspirations in front of the Fist God, using the method of torturing their bodies to purify their minds and listen to the voice of Fist God.

The guy with his head hitting the ground is probably the "iron head skill" of cultivating. Walking like this, hitting all the way, walking for a hundred and eight thousand miles, iron head skill is not impossible.

In the past, Gus admired the ascetic monk very much, and even thought that one day he would become an ascetic monk, moving the **** of fist with sincerity and turning his destiny.

Now, seeing the power of the Yabaku Gun and the Vulcan Cannon, Gus looked at the ascetic monk again, just wanting to sneer.

In addition to the boxing gym, the shops along the street basically only have two uses.

One is restaurants-boxers have muscles and muscles, so their appetites are naturally not small. A meal of three to five catties of beef and three to five catties of steamed buns is a piece of cake, so the restaurants here are more than boxing restaurants, and the scale They are quite big.

The second is the shop selling plasters and weapons. Plasters are necessary for cultivation. Weapons such as swords and bows and arrows are scorned by masters, but it is still necessary for the elderly and weak women and children to use them for self-defense.