Devil Seeds

As Wentailou's voice fell to the ground, the atmosphere of the whole street was noisy and hot, but also strange and dull.

It's like the dullness in summer and the bitterness in winter are intertwined.

People's eyes are both greedy and crazy.

Since the battle of Tatian Peak, the realm of martial arts in the entire world has regressed a lot. Some people have begun to question whether the realm of the three rumored realms of grand master, grand master, and supreme grand master has ever existed, not The ancients spoke nonsense and bluffed... This seems to be only the difference between the three realms, but in fact it is the decline and withering of the entire world of martial arts.

The martial arts faction that was originally superior to the secular dynasty now has faint signs of being controlled and manipulated by the court.

Seven years ago, when Daling's iron hoof broke through the Mingyin Temple, the thousand-year-old mountain gate, the fig leaf in the hearts of people in the martial arts seemed to be torn off.

Afterwards, a large number of martial arts loose practitioners were recruited by the court, some of them joined the army, and some were filled into the six doors and embroidered clothes guards, becoming the minions of the government.

And the white ground where Mingyin Temple was burnt down is still a pain that people in the Jianghu do not want to mention more. The remnants of Mingyin Temple's wandering disciples also formed the Yehuo Sect, and they are wandering in several provinces where the imperial court's power is weaker, demagogic people, trying to set off a large number of rebels and change the dynasty.

This is all far fetched, having said that.

Xiao Nu's top ten martial arts, that is an opportunity.

A chance to rekindle the hope of martial arts.

No one wants to miss it.

"The vajra body is born out of my Funiu school's Niu Ge Jin, boy... hand over your Vajra body, and I will not take advantage of you in the slightest after I have obtained the Niu Ge Jin." The rough-skinned man couldn't bear it first, and said.

Then, using two big steel hooks, he hit the black-skinned boy from the air.

Before the steel hook flew towards the black-skinned boy, a nine-ringed golden knife slashed down in the wind, breaking the two big steel hooks into several pieces.

"An unpopular little thing dares to shout loudly. How come I, Angui, don't know, when will you be able to practice the Niu Ge Jin of your Fu Niu school? Xiao Wuzun learned from your Fu Niu back then. Pai's Niu Ge Jin, this vajra body has nothing to do with Niu Ge Jin." The man holding the nine-ringed golden sword sneered.

Seeming as if they were about to speak up for justice, more and more people came out, walking towards the black-skinned boy.

"Little brother! Since you are carrying a treasure, don't walk through this busy city. Hurry up and go to Guo Daxia's mansion with me. If there is any trouble with him, Guo Daxia will come forward to help and mediate." The man holding the golden knife said to him. The black-skinned boy said.

When the man mentioned Guo Daxia, the boiling crowd calmed down a bit.

If there is anyone in this Jianghu who is closer to the realm of the rumored master, then Guo Yunxiao and Guo Daxia must have a place.

As a master who was ranked seventh on the white list and nineteenth on the heavenly list at the same time, Guo Yunxiao's status in the Jianghu was higher than that of the martial arts ranking above the two lists.

Not only because of his reputation as a chivalrous man, but also because he led a group of people with lofty ideals to garrison Qianyang City for more than ten years, preventing the northern barbarians from going south to plunder more than a dozen times.

Guo Daxia lost his wife and young son successively due to the assassination of a strong barbarian.

Such dedication is admired by all caring people in the world.

They are also willing to give some face.

The black-skinned boy didn't appreciate it, instead he sneered and said, "The Nine-ring Golden Knife, Angui, is indeed a rare and honest person. He is Guo Daxia's right-hand man. He has traveled the rivers and lakes for these years and earned a lot of reputation for Guo Daxia. However, who said But, the one holding the golden sword must be Angui with the nine-ring golden sword?"

"Farewell to Qingshan, Thousand-faced Demon Lord, you killed Angui in the south of the mountain, but now you pretend to be him and enter Qianyang City with his golden knife. What is your intention?"

Having said that, someone should stand up and prove whether the person holding the golden knife is really Angui, or Bie Qingshan is just pretending.

But suddenly there was a person who sneered in the crowd: "What kind of shit, cat and dog, are you also called the devil here?"

"My little devil bastard hears it in my ears, and it sounds very harsh!"

Wearing a moon-white robe with wide sleeves and loose hair, the young man flew out from the crowd.

"Where did the little brat come out to bite before the hair is fully grown?" The man with the golden knife hadn't spoken yet.

Someone in the crowd uttered sarcastic remarks.

Unexpectedly, this young man is also unusual.

When the sleeve robe was rolled up, several ice needles condensed out of thin air, and the ice needles flew out, like rain piercing plantains, and bee swarms exploded their nests. At the same time, they moved in the direction of the talkative person and the man holding the golden knife.

I didn't care at all whether it would hurt innocent people.

Everyone shouted and cursed, but they still waved their weapons to resist the ice needle.

Unexpectedly, after the ice needle was shattered, the turbulent and cold true energy dissipated, and a thick frost condensed, freezing many quacks with shallow skills into ice sculptures.

The man holding the golden knife also waved the golden knife, blocking the left and right, smashing the ice needles.

Then he circulated his zhenqi with all his strength to resist the invasion of the cold air, but his face gradually turned purple, which was obviously extremely uncomfortable.

With this exercise, the appearance of his face changed, and his facial features were distorted for a while, and it really turned into another look.

"What a powerful icy-cold zhenqi, there is actually icy-cold zhenqi in this world that is comparable to Xuanming Gong, icy-ice zhenqi, and icy-spirited magic skill? Could it be from the top ten martial arts?" Someone in the crowd backed away , avoiding the spread of the cold mist, while opening his mouth to analyze.

"What is the icy cold true energy... This is the Yuesha Glazed Art. The coldest thing is the autumn moon, and the coldest thing is the cold heart. Nothing is colder than the moonlight alone in the autumn night, and nothing is colder than the cold heart This is the technique of the Ten Demon Sects, and it is rumored that among the younger generation of the Ten Demon Sects, the one who is best at this technique is Guan Yuebai among the Four Young Masters of the Ten Demon Sects."

"He may be Guan Yuebai." Hidden in the crowd, a righteous monk whispered to his companion.

"He can transform magic skills into this world?" Another righteous monk asked in surprise.

"Look carefully at his hands. He is wearing a pair of special gloves. He should have transferred the most unbearable part to external objects, so that the Moon Fiend Glazed Art can operate in this world for a while. There is nothing surprising about this, although this world does not cultivate the way of immortality, but after all, many principles are connected with our world." A righteous monk said first.

Of course, Guan Yuebai didn't just act angrily because he dared to call him a 'devil lord' because he was only a mere martial artist with seven or eight levels of qi training.

His purpose was to weigh the black-skinned boy.

He felt that the moment when the black-skinned boy ran to Leishou Wentai Building in a shock before, it was very interesting.

It is not surprising that the body is hardened and can resist various attacks.

Surprisingly, it can also double the strength of the enemy's attack and bounce back... This is a bit interesting.

Ice needles flew, and the street was filled with cold fog, making it a mess.

"Who dares to be presumptuous in the land of Qianyang!" shouted loudly.

Someone descended from the sky, with a fierce and clumsy palm technique, falling from a high place to a low place.

Like a meteor falling to the ground, Vientiane goes silent.