The Whole World Is Practicing Martial Arts, Only I Am A Mage

altar.

There is only one way to enter the altar.

Surrounded by turbulent rivers, one or two deep purple poisonous snakes often emerge from it. The color of the water is somewhat black and smelly.

Obviously, this is a poisonous river.

There is a channel in the middle of the river, and some people have gathered in front of the channel.

Gao Yan, warriors from the five military regions, guarded the door. They were the first to arrive. The exit of the secret road was not far from the altar, and the road was easy to walk, so they arrived quickly.

But it's useless, the door of the altar is closed, and violence can't open it, so we can only wait.

Gao Yan regretted not waiting for Chen Yu, and they missed Chen Yu's super five-star tent hotel.

After all, they spent 500 million to buy it.

Before I had a good rest, I encountered a three-headed boa constrictor.

After the altar was opened, they arrived here in a hurry, leaning against the stone for the whole night.

Although it was nothing to a martial artist with five thousand blood, it was still uncomfortable after all.

"Captain, why did you say Chen Yu didn't come?"

Zhang Qiang missed the comfortable quilt last night, because he didn't know when the altar would open for a while, so he mentioned Chen Yu again.

"Maybe he doesn't want to fight with us? He doesn't look like a normal warrior. He probably doesn't need blood."

Qian Mujun, another warrior from the military region, said.

After Yu Mao heard it, he shook his head directly: "Impossible, from my point of view, that kid might be hiding somewhere and waiting for us. As far as his character is concerned, even if he doesn't need blood, it's impossible for us to get it easily."

Gao Yan deeply agrees with Yu Mao's words, and he has experienced Chen Yu's greed for money.

"And no warrior does not need blood, even if he is special, it is impossible to jump out of the warrior system."

"He still needs blood, maybe for him, it's just a different way of fighting, so be careful."

Gao Yan is wary of Chen Yu.

After all, he defeated Chen Yu once.

Judging from his current strength, he is no match for Chen Yu.

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Just when the sky was about to dawn, Gao Yan keenly heard the sound, thinking that the altar was opened, but when he looked up, he found that a woman carrying a coffin came in dragging two "corpses".

"Xiangxiu Bamboo?"

Gao Yan knew this descendant of the Xiang family.

The Xiang family is not a particularly powerful hermit family, but they are very mysterious and special.

The most important thing is that Xiang Xiuzhu is the one with the highest blood value among them.

As for strength... If Gao Yan hadn't fought Chen Yu, then he would think that Xiang Xiuzhu was the most threatening opponent to him.

After fighting Chen Yu.

Xiang Xiuzhu's threat is far less than Chen Yu's.

The appearance of Xiang Xiuzhu not only attracted the attention of Gao Yan and the others, but also woke up the others who were resting.

"Does your Xiang family like dead people so much? Even if you kill someone, you still have to take the body with you?"

The one who spoke was a tall and strong man in the distance.

The man, like Wang Ya, also has a bald head, except that the man is not a monk. He has a vicious appearance, a fleshy body, and a feeling of being bald due to excessive exercise.

He is tall and burly, with tattoos all over his body, and he has a very murderous look.

Sitting next to the man was a woman in a long red dress.

Wearing long skirts for warriors is something that is against harmony, but it seems very natural for this pair of women.

They are the pair of magic martial artists that Chen Yu saw before.

People from the hermit family.

The man's name is Zheng Miao (miu), and the woman's name is Yang Ran (ran).

Facing Zheng Miao's ridicule, Xiang Xiuzhu was not angry, but explained seriously: "They are not dead, and they seem to want to come here to grab blood, but their strength is too weak, and they are blocked by strange beasts on the way , I passed by and saw it, so I brought it with me.”

Xiang Xiuzhu threw the two wounded and pale men on the ground, pointed at one of the dark-skinned men and asked Zheng Miao.

"This seems to be a magic martial artist, don't you know him?"

Zheng Miao sneered.

"I don't know such a weak person, I'd better leave it to you to refine into a zombie."

Zheng Miao waved his hand with a look of disgust.

I don't know whether he dislikes Zhang Tianli who is about to die on the ground, or the coffin carried behind Xiang Xiuzhu's back.

In short, Zheng Miao's tone towards Xiang Xiuzhu was not friendly.

Xiang Xiuzhu was not irritated by Zheng Miao's provocation, but said with a blank face: "We are a corpse chaser, we manipulate corpses, and we don't know how to refine corpses."

"Is there a difference?"

"A big difference."

"Tch, it's all disgusting stuff anyway."

Zheng Miao deliberately wanted to irritate Xiang Xiuzhu, and did not hide his disdainful tone at all.

Xiang Xiuzhu ignored Zheng Miao.

However, the little boy who had been following behind Xiang Xiuzhu stared at Zheng Miao with his Adam's apple rolling and his eyes full of killing intent.

Xiang Xiuzhu patted the little boy's head and said, "Don't worry, it's not time yet..."

Fortunately, someone broke the deadlock at this time.

Another group of people came out of the woods.

The leader was a young man dressed in a blue robe, holding a staff more than one meter long, and holding a black patent leather book in his right hand. He looked very scholarly and gentle.

Behind the boy was a bald head, a long-legged beauty, and a cute girl.

"Wang Ya?"

"How did you come here?"

Xiang Xiuzhu recognized the bald monk Wang Ya at a glance.

After seeing Wang Ya and Chen Yu, Xiang Xiuzhu frowned, and immediately said: "Get out of here quickly, this is not something you can come, blood...you can't grab it."

Xiang Xiuzhu's voice was hoarse, but his tone was very serious.

Chen Yu teased and said to Wang Ya: "I didn't expect that, the relationship between you two is not shallow."

Xiang Xiuzhu must not be trying to persuade Chen Yu.

Because she didn't know Chen Yu well at all, even if Chen Yu went up to die, it had nothing to do with her, Xiang Xiuzhu was talking to Wang Ya.

And in his view, with the strength of Chen Yu and Wang Ya, entering the altar is tantamount to giving away their heads, which is meaningless.

"Don't think that bloodlines have no restrictions."

"Even if you get blood, it's not a good thing."

Xiang Xiuzhu stared at Wang Ya and said.

Wang Ya sighed, and said, "Well...Actually, you don't have to worry, I don't think I would dare to grab the blood."

After speaking, Wang Ya glanced at Chen Yu.

"I can not."

"Don't dare to be the best."

Xiang Xiuzhu naturally didn't know what Wang Ya meant by seeing Chen Yu, she just thought it was Chen Yu's idea to come here.

But for Chen Yu, Xiang Xiuzhu didn't try to persuade him.

He just said to Wang Ya: "The few of us may fight in a while, you'd better hide aside, so as not to be affected."

"As for some people who want to die, don't worry about it. Those who die are not your chance. Remember my words."

Chen Yu, who was connoted, smiled at the side and didn't speak.