Martial World

Lin Ming finished drinking the keel soup, licked his lips, and said, "This is the essence of the great sect, these things, let alone ordinary warriors, would never even think about it. I went out to practice this time and met a senior, The Qionghua Lingguo she eats every day, and the morning dew she drinks from the spring, truly does not eat the fireworks of the world, and does not stain the acquired air."

Qin Xingxuan added another bowl of soup to Lin Ming and said, "If you eat these things in one go, why don't you eat dozens of True Essence Stones a day?"

Lin Ming said, "That's right, how many True Essence Stones do you think our Tianyun Nation produces every year? Ninety percent of them are shipped to the Seven Profound Valley. Besides us, there are thirty-five countries with various resources. , including medicinal herbs, materials, and precious ores, all of which are continuously transported here. Those direct disciples of the Seven Profound Valley, I am afraid that there are thousands of True Essence Stones in their hands every month, even if they eat such a meal every day, right It's nothing to them. Maybe they eat better than this."

"The gap is too big!" Qin Xingxuan sighed, they were already the most superior class in Tianyun Kingdom, but when they came here, they had to carefully consider every meal they had, for fear that they would not be able to afford it.

Thinking of the ordinary warriors in Tianyun Kingdom who died in order to pick a few low-level herbs, and the warriors who practiced martial arts and left hidden injuries because they could not afford the herbs, Qin Xingxuan suddenly felt a little sad.

This is the gap, the gap that hits the bones of the warriors from the moment they are born!

How many warriors of the Heavenly Fate Kingdom have worked hard all their lives in order to hit the Pulse Condensation Stage, but these people from the Seven Profound Valley Chief Sect. If you eat and sleep every day, you can break through the condensed pulse period. If you practice a little bit, you will be the peak of the day after tomorrow. If your parents are elders in the valley, they are mainly cultivated, and if you smash a few more pills, you will be a congenital master.

Think of these. Qin Xingxuan raised her head and glanced at Lin Ming quietly. She suddenly thought, isn't Lin Ming from an ordinary family? He struggled all the way to the present. How much has he paid, and what chance does he have?

Thinking of Lin Ming's rare comprehension and his ethereal martial intent, Qin Xingxuan felt a little regretful. If Lin Ming could have been born in a major sect, he would probably have achieved better results than he is now.

"What are you thinking about?" Lin Ming wiped out the second bowl of keel soup, and found Qin Xingxuan looking at him, and asked with a smile.

"It's nothing, I just think this world is quite unfair. Ordinary warriors work hard all their lives, but they can't touch the toes of these sect disciples."

"It's really not fair, it depends on whether you are resigned or fight, I heard. The emperor Shakyamuni, who combines the seven martial intents and martial arts, is from a commoner. It is difficult for a commoner martial artist to get ahead, but once he gets ahead. , because of the trials and hardships. They may go further than the sect disciples."

Lin Ming said these words very calmly, Qin Xingxuan suddenly felt that Lin Ming was talking about himself.

Qin Xingxuan was silent for a while,

Turning her head to look out the window, a strange thought suddenly occurred to her, "Can I catch up with him? It will take half a year. I will be overtaken by him. In the future... the gap will only get bigger..."

Thinking of this, Qin Xingxuan didn't know what to feel.

At this time, several brightly dressed warriors walked into the Nanhua Building together, and the one in the lead shouted, "Little Er! Here's a table of good dishes and two jars of keel wine!"

"Okay!" Xiao Er knew that a wealthy guest was coming when he saw this gesture, and greeted him with a smile on his face. Qin Xingxuan and Lin Ming couldn't match the imposing manner of this group of people calling Cai.

Nanhua Building was one of the top restaurants in Tianxuan City, and it was also a place frequented by young talents. Lin Ming saw the treasures placed on the table by several people, all of which were of high human rank, obviously from extraordinary backgrounds.

"It's another three years, but it's time to wait. I didn't have a chance to participate in the last general sect meeting. This time I finally got a place. If I get a good place this time, my father has nothing to say. ."

The young warrior who speaks has a half-step condensing pulse. Judging from the age of seventeen or eighteen, it will not be a problem to break through the pulse-condensing stage in another year and a half. At the age of 18 or 19, he reached the stage of condensing the pulse. This achievement was unmatched by anyone in the Heavenly Fate Kingdom except Lin Ming and Qin Xingxuan.

And listening to this person's tone, I am afraid that not only is the cultivation base high, but the combat power is also the best among the warriors of the same level, otherwise, he will not be able to participate in this general examination.

"Haha, brother Ouyang has accumulated a lot of money, this time the sect will be in the top 100 at least!"

"You're less of a shame, and the top 100 must at least be at the pulse-condensing stage. If I fight, there is still hope for the 150th."

"Brother Ouyang is too modest, who doesn't know that Brother Ouyang's "Hehuan Magic" has reached the fourth stage, and many disciples in the pulse condensation stage are still struggling in the third stage. In terms of combat power, brother Ouyang is at least equivalent to the middle stage of pulse condensation. If compared to those rural warriors from the thirty-six countries, their peak pulse condensing warriors are no match for Brother Ouyang!"

The young man surnamed Ouyang drank a glass of wine and said with a smile: "Comparing with the warriors of the Thirty-six Nations, it is an insult to me. They are not as good as the sixteenth martial arts family. Most of those families have been inherited for thousands of years. There is still some background, and the last session of Wushu also produced a few talents."

"You mean Zhang Yanzhao from the Zhang family, but he's only in the top 20. Even though it's in the top 20, it's still far from our direct disciples of the Seven Profound Valleys, let alone Brother Ouyang, even if it's us, If you go to the Thirty-six Nations and the Sixteenth Cultivation Clan, you will be able to sweep 99% of their geniuses."

"Hahaha……"

There was a burst of laughter on the wine table, Qin Xingxuan's expression was extremely ugly, his fingers subconsciously clenched the jasper bowl, and he frowned: "These people are too arrogant!"

"Strength determines status. It's normal for these Seven Profound Valley disciples to look down on the Thirty-Six Nations and the Xiuwu Family, but they don't take others seriously when they talk so loudly. This Nanhua Building is not only from the Seven Profound Valley. The disciples can afford it." Lin Ming said and stretched out his hand, Qin Xingxuan followed him and saw three young people and a young girl standing next to him, and walked towards the table where the disciples of the Seven Profound Valley were standing with gloomy expressions.

Ouyang naturally noticed the movements of the four. All four had a small golden dragon embroidered on their chests, apparently from the same family.

Glancing at their cultivation base, the young man headed first entered the pulse-coagulation stage, and the other three were in the bone-forging stage.

Said to be in the coagulation stage, in fact, it means that the meridians have just been penetrated, and the foundation is not yet solid.

Seeing the cultivation of these people, Ouyang laughed. This kind of martial artist who has just entered the pulse-condensing stage has not increased much in strength, but his sense of superiority will immediately be raised. He thinks that none of the martial artists in the bone-forging stage are his opponents.

"Alright, I'll frustrate your spirits and let you know the gap between you and the chief disciples!" Thinking of this, Ouyang's smile grew even stronger.

"You said to swept my sixteen martial arts clan? Well, I, Long Yun, are standing here today. Come and try to swipe!" The pulse-condensing stage young man at the head said coldly, looking at his age, he was about twenty years old. , most of them also came to participate in this general sect meeting.

"Long Yun? It's a child of the Long family in Hualing Mountain, huh, so you also deserve this surname?" Ouyang played with the wine glass in his hand, and didn't even mean to stand up.

"Whether you deserve it or not is not up to you!" Hearing the other party insulting his family, the girl behind Long Yun said sharply, the sword in her hand was already unsheathed!

Ouyang laughed loudly, "I can't tell that it's still a rose with thorns. I just broke through the fourth level of "Acacia Magic" recently, and I was looking for a few talented and beautiful women to cultivate with me. Your appearance and cultivation are still very good. It's barely enough to say, are you interested?"

When Ouyang said this, the Seven Profound Valley warriors he was sitting with laughed, and the girl from the Long family almost clenched her silver teeth. The other party not only teased herself, but also insulted her like this. How could she not be angry?

"I kill you!"

The girl drew her sword to stab, but was stopped by Long Yun, "Jiumei, you are not their opponent, let me come."

Long Yun took out a long spear from the Sumeru ring, and put on a strange starting gesture, "My surname is Ouyang, let me experience your "Hehuan Magic"! I want to see, what qualifications do you have to speak madly! "

Lin Ming's eyes lit up when he saw Long Yun's weapon. It turned out to be someone who used a gun, which was really rare.

As the saying goes: Swords are like jade, knives are like tigers, spears are like dragons. After many martial artists become famous, they will take their own surnames according to their weapons or exercises, and create a martial arts family. This dragon used a gun, so he took the dragon as his surname.

When the guests next door saw that someone was about to fight, not only did not one panic, but one by one turned their heads with great interest, drinking wine and eating nuts, looking like they were watching a good show.

Even the young man in the shop didn't think it was a big deal, he put the towel on his back, put down the drink in his hand, and said calmly, "Several lords, if you break something, you have to pay for it, you see. Lose or lose, or lose?"

When the shop assistant asked this question, Lin Ming couldn't help laughing and laughing. It was really a strange restaurant, but it was normal to come here. The people who came in and out were all arrogant warriors.

"Of course I lose." Ouyang stood up lazily from his seat with a playful smile on his face, "Long, let me warn you first, the things in Nanhua Building are not cheap. It is common to go in for one or two hundred True Essence Stones, so don’t lose for a while! The behind-the-scenes boss of Nanhua Building is not easy, if you are afraid, it’s too late to kneel down and admit your mistake.”

Hearing the number of one or two hundred True Essence Stones, Long Yun's face turned red and then white. He had already bleeded a lot when he came to eat this meal today. By then, he had nowhere to go.

"You think you're going to win? Joke! Take a shot at me!"

Long Yun shouted loudly, and stepped out in one step. The spear was filled with true essence, and Long Yun and the spear became one, stabbing Ouyang's chest like a black snake. (To be continued..)