Dark clouds cover the sun, strong winds rise
The three-year martial arts conference is held in the spacious square in front of the Taiji Hall.
Most of the square was covered with people, and in the center of the square, Qiu Tianyang threw his cloak back, and a red light rushed straight into the clouds. He saw his eyebrows on his temples, his eyes were like bells, his body was full of heroic spirit, holding a golden hammer with his right hand, pointing to the sky and cursing to everyone around him: How can I take my life if I plot again? Today I will stand here
I am a great success today and I am holding a magic weapon in my hand. What can I do to me if I can do anything to you?
Suddenly, the scolding echoed the entire venue. The shocked martial arts decent people surrounded Qiu Tianyang and took a few steps back for a while.
Wang Jisheng, the head of the Taiji Palace, originally summoned everyone to discuss how to fight against this person. Seeing Qiu Tianyang standing in front of him uninvited, he was shocked for a moment and stood there without moving.
Seeing that Palace Master Wang didn't dare to move forward, everyone didn't dare to move.
Several people from the stove castle were talking about it outside: Is this person Qiu Tianyang, the number one devil in the martial arts world?
It is said that his magic skills are called, with extremely fast fists and feet, healing his own injuries and poisons, and he can divide them into several people to fight at the same time.
A few guys dressed like scholars watching next to him fanned the flames, just burning, killing, looting, and doing all kinds of evil.
If it weren't for the invincible victory of our Lord Wang's sword, no one would have been able to conquer him
Another disciple of the stove castle continued: This Wang Palace is mainly invincible in the world, so we should ask the people from three mountains and two floors to come and discuss together?
I want to tell you!
This Qiu Tianyang dares to come today, and whoever wins or loses is not necessarily the case.
Let's not be cannon ash
After hearing this, the people around nodded frequently and said they were reasonable
However, Qiu Tianyang stood majestic in the center, and had already had half a stick of incense. He didn't know what plot he had.
By the way, Qiu Tianyang is not because he doesn't move, but because he just pretended to be a hammer and scolded, he suddenly thrust his tendons, so he couldn't let outsiders see that. He didn't dare to move, nor did he dare to scream. He could only stop and endure it.
Among the crowd, Wang Jisheng walked out of the crowd, leaned forward with his palms, and stood up.
Looking back at the people from other sects, everyone took a few steps back, and then looked at the magic weapon he mentioned in Qiu Tianyang's hand. It was a golden copper hammer with a head as big as a human head. The hammer body surrounded the blue electrical body, and it looked like it was 80 kilograms. Most people would have to work hard to lift it up, not to mention being a weapon.
Wang Jisheng's eyes turned and he respectfully said to Qiu Tianyang: Tianyang is not as good as our literary fight.
As the pain gradually eased, Qiu Tianyang took a slight tentative activity, and after confirming that he had recovered, he shouted and said loudly: Fight your grandma
Qiu Tian Yang Jing cursed, Qiu Tian Yang, whose meridians had returned to his position, was not polite.
Dantian luck jumped, jumped into the air, raised the hammer with both hands, and the originally rapid wind immediately turned around, surrounding Qiu Tianyang, becoming a tornado to roll Qiu Tianyang in the middle. Qiu Tianyang was in the air, and the wind was whistling around him, and everyone was stunned. As the saying goes, art is overwhelming as a pedestrian, the martial arts cultivation of the group heroes is very great, but looking at them, this is not a concept of martial arts, it is simply a magical art, a magical power
After seeing this, everyone was so scared that they rolled out and crawled out. Some people fell to the ground in fright, while others bumped around like headless flies. Only Wang Jisheng was still as moving as a mountain, and he could really see the majesty of the leader of the martial arts world!
But at this time his underwear was wet, but the amount was small, so outsiders couldn't tell it.
A woman in red robe stood at the gate of the hall at the farthest point of the crowd, staring at this place without turning her eyes. She was wearing red clothes, with willow eyebrows and blue eyes, white face like snow, long hair like silk, and tears were faintly seen in her eyes.
On this side, Qiu Tianyang in the air was in the center of the storm, his eyes emitting blue light, and rushed towards the clouds with the strong wind, and several flashes of lightning hit the golden hammer at the same time.
There was a loud noise and the sky suddenly brightened
In everyone's surprised eyes, Qiu Tianyang was directly struck by several thunders, and he was knocked into a slag. His body was like a fireball and exploded into multiple pieces in an instant. Each piece flew straight out of the city like a meteor, and the scene was like a meteor shower.
Only a copper rod like rust iron fell into the square with smoke
A decisive battle ended in the form of a farce
In the end, people from one hall, two floors and three mountains retreated to their own sects. The broken hammer was cast by craftsmen sent by Wang Jisheng in the center of the square, becoming the spoils of this peak decisive battle.
………………
Qingfeng Town, a paradise like a place
A scholar just came back from riding a donkey outside
The squire greeted him one after another, and the scholar stopped in the pavilion and excitedly told everyone about the war he had experienced personally.
This person is the first scholar in this town in many years. Wei Shensong, who is familiar with the eight-legged essay, is a famous gentleman who is far and wide.
The gentry is very courteous, and the closed town even uses his words as a vane for the world.
This person sat in the pavilion and talked endlessly. The story of the Taiji Palace Master Wang Jisheng fighting the devil Qiu Tianyang, which is about how to see the blood, and the flesh is fist-to-heart.
The second floor and the third mountain are also a kind and righteous teacher. Although their martial arts skills are not as good as those of the palace master Wang Jisheng, they also strive to strive for what the chivalrous spirit is.
The final battle was finally defeated by the devil. To this day, the devil's weapons have been cast in the square in front of the Taiji Temple, as a testimony to the victory of the Justice Martial Arts World.
This Palace Master Wang is really a dragon and phoenix among people, and the heavens come to the world!
Our Qingfeng Town can rely on the peace exchanged for the year of tribute under the protection of the Taiji Temple. It is a blessing for a lifetime. The 3,000 taels of silver paid in our town every year is really worth it.
Everyone was fascinated by the sound of the audience and applauded the Lord Wang who was a hundred miles away.
The crowd dispersed, and the town continued its usual leisurely and abundant life.
In the noisy market, next to the fortune telling stall on the roadside, a young man was dressed in torn clothes. He watched the passerby passerby passerby and sat down on the ground and stretched out his bowl to beg for a beg: Give me two money!
If you don’t give it, don’t leave. Go home and see your wife give birth to your father!
Good people give two money!
Another one that doesn’t give is to go home and have your dad with your mom!
I'm your grandfather and you don't respect both of you
Looking at the indifferent passerby, he was not in a hurry, just cursed in a low voice.
I heard a few glaring sounds, two copper coins were thrown in front of the boy, and a mother-in-law threw them to two cents.
The boy picked up the money on the ground and quickly thanked him. The mother-in-law turned around and walked more than 10 steps. The boy's words suddenly changed, thank you for your granddaughter for being filial to your ancestors.
After a while, it was obvious that everyone's female family went out. Beside the tender yellow sedan chair, there was a girl following the four sedan chairmen.
When passing by Huang Changsheng, the person in the sedan chair called the sedan chairman, stretched out a white and tender hand from the curtain, handed the maid a few copper coins, and asked the maid to give it to the beggars along the street.
Although the curtains blocked the people inside, half of the face was still exposed. The softness in the bones, even half of the face, was enough to make the beggar Huang Changsheng stunned for a long time and couldn't speak.
The fortune teller next to him looked at the boy who was staring at the sedan chair that was leaving without blinking. He couldn't stand it and said: You are young, you can have a full meal even if you go to the pier to carry sandbags!
What's the use of cursing the west wind in the street every day here?
The young man was named Huang Changsheng, and he looked at the fortune teller with disdain. I will do a big thing in the future. I want my meal, you cheated on your money.
I'm not your father, why do you care so much about me?
This fortune teller is also a person who is very sensible. It doesn't matter if he gets scolded, saying that he can't accept it if he cheats money.
Come on, I will give you a cheat today, sir, and let you know if I am cheating money, sir!
Huang Changsheng scratched his head and looked at the sky. He was still idle anyway, so he posted it on it.
The fortune teller said: Give me your birth date and horoscope
Huang Changsheng said he had a count on his fortune teller, well, it's rare
When Huang Changsheng heard that my destiny was different from others, so awesome!
I just said I am not an ordinary person!
The fortune teller continued, "The fate of nature is declining, and the word "poverty" is full of poverty. The eight characters are full of poverty and sorrow, sorrow, and fearlessness. No wonder you want to eat. Your life is not wasted!
Huang Changsheng didn't take it seriously, and said with disgust: As you said, I'm not ready yet!
Fortune telling followed by saying that it is not bad, you can live 99, and now your troubles will be gone after the age of 30.
Huang Changsheng's eyes lit up and asked if I had become rich after the age of 30. How awesome is it?
The fortune teller narrowed his eyes: I still beg for food, but after 30, you will adapt and don’t want those useless ones!
Huang Changsheng was so angry that he stomped his feet. He thought that he was angry and was too tired of food in his stomach. He rolled his body towards the corner of the wall just now, stretched his hands and begged for food, as if nothing had happened.
The three-year martial arts conference is held in the spacious square in front of the Taiji Hall.
Most of the square was covered with people, and in the center of the square, Qiu Tianyang threw his cloak back, and a red light rushed straight into the clouds. He saw his eyebrows on his temples, his eyes were like bells, his body was full of heroic spirit, holding a golden hammer with his right hand, pointing to the sky and cursing to everyone around him: How can I take my life if I plot again? Today I will stand here
I am a great success today and I am holding a magic weapon in my hand. What can I do to me if I can do anything to you?
Suddenly, the scolding echoed the entire venue. The shocked martial arts decent people surrounded Qiu Tianyang and took a few steps back for a while.
Wang Jisheng, the head of the Taiji Palace, originally summoned everyone to discuss how to fight against this person. Seeing Qiu Tianyang standing in front of him uninvited, he was shocked for a moment and stood there without moving.
Seeing that Palace Master Wang didn't dare to move forward, everyone didn't dare to move.
Several people from the stove castle were talking about it outside: Is this person Qiu Tianyang, the number one devil in the martial arts world?
It is said that his magic skills are called, with extremely fast fists and feet, healing his own injuries and poisons, and he can divide them into several people to fight at the same time.
A few guys dressed like scholars watching next to him fanned the flames, just burning, killing, looting, and doing all kinds of evil.
If it weren't for the invincible victory of our Lord Wang's sword, no one would have been able to conquer him
Another disciple of the stove castle continued: This Wang Palace is mainly invincible in the world, so we should ask the people from three mountains and two floors to come and discuss together?
I want to tell you!
This Qiu Tianyang dares to come today, and whoever wins or loses is not necessarily the case.
Let's not be cannon ash
After hearing this, the people around nodded frequently and said they were reasonable
However, Qiu Tianyang stood majestic in the center, and had already had half a stick of incense. He didn't know what plot he had.
By the way, Qiu Tianyang is not because he doesn't move, but because he just pretended to be a hammer and scolded, he suddenly thrust his tendons, so he couldn't let outsiders see that. He didn't dare to move, nor did he dare to scream. He could only stop and endure it.
Among the crowd, Wang Jisheng walked out of the crowd, leaned forward with his palms, and stood up.
Looking back at the people from other sects, everyone took a few steps back, and then looked at the magic weapon he mentioned in Qiu Tianyang's hand. It was a golden copper hammer with a head as big as a human head. The hammer body surrounded the blue electrical body, and it looked like it was 80 kilograms. Most people would have to work hard to lift it up, not to mention being a weapon.
Wang Jisheng's eyes turned and he respectfully said to Qiu Tianyang: Tianyang is not as good as our literary fight.
As the pain gradually eased, Qiu Tianyang took a slight tentative activity, and after confirming that he had recovered, he shouted and said loudly: Fight your grandma
Qiu Tian Yang Jing cursed, Qiu Tian Yang, whose meridians had returned to his position, was not polite.
Dantian luck jumped, jumped into the air, raised the hammer with both hands, and the originally rapid wind immediately turned around, surrounding Qiu Tianyang, becoming a tornado to roll Qiu Tianyang in the middle. Qiu Tianyang was in the air, and the wind was whistling around him, and everyone was stunned. As the saying goes, art is overwhelming as a pedestrian, the martial arts cultivation of the group heroes is very great, but looking at them, this is not a concept of martial arts, it is simply a magical art, a magical power
After seeing this, everyone was so scared that they rolled out and crawled out. Some people fell to the ground in fright, while others bumped around like headless flies. Only Wang Jisheng was still as moving as a mountain, and he could really see the majesty of the leader of the martial arts world!
But at this time his underwear was wet, but the amount was small, so outsiders couldn't tell it.
A woman in red robe stood at the gate of the hall at the farthest point of the crowd, staring at this place without turning her eyes. She was wearing red clothes, with willow eyebrows and blue eyes, white face like snow, long hair like silk, and tears were faintly seen in her eyes.
On this side, Qiu Tianyang in the air was in the center of the storm, his eyes emitting blue light, and rushed towards the clouds with the strong wind, and several flashes of lightning hit the golden hammer at the same time.
There was a loud noise and the sky suddenly brightened
In everyone's surprised eyes, Qiu Tianyang was directly struck by several thunders, and he was knocked into a slag. His body was like a fireball and exploded into multiple pieces in an instant. Each piece flew straight out of the city like a meteor, and the scene was like a meteor shower.
Only a copper rod like rust iron fell into the square with smoke
A decisive battle ended in the form of a farce
In the end, people from one hall, two floors and three mountains retreated to their own sects. The broken hammer was cast by craftsmen sent by Wang Jisheng in the center of the square, becoming the spoils of this peak decisive battle.
………………
Qingfeng Town, a paradise like a place
A scholar just came back from riding a donkey outside
The squire greeted him one after another, and the scholar stopped in the pavilion and excitedly told everyone about the war he had experienced personally.
This person is the first scholar in this town in many years. Wei Shensong, who is familiar with the eight-legged essay, is a famous gentleman who is far and wide.
The gentry is very courteous, and the closed town even uses his words as a vane for the world.
This person sat in the pavilion and talked endlessly. The story of the Taiji Palace Master Wang Jisheng fighting the devil Qiu Tianyang, which is about how to see the blood, and the flesh is fist-to-heart.
The second floor and the third mountain are also a kind and righteous teacher. Although their martial arts skills are not as good as those of the palace master Wang Jisheng, they also strive to strive for what the chivalrous spirit is.
The final battle was finally defeated by the devil. To this day, the devil's weapons have been cast in the square in front of the Taiji Temple, as a testimony to the victory of the Justice Martial Arts World.
This Palace Master Wang is really a dragon and phoenix among people, and the heavens come to the world!
Our Qingfeng Town can rely on the peace exchanged for the year of tribute under the protection of the Taiji Temple. It is a blessing for a lifetime. The 3,000 taels of silver paid in our town every year is really worth it.
Everyone was fascinated by the sound of the audience and applauded the Lord Wang who was a hundred miles away.
The crowd dispersed, and the town continued its usual leisurely and abundant life.
In the noisy market, next to the fortune telling stall on the roadside, a young man was dressed in torn clothes. He watched the passerby passerby passerby and sat down on the ground and stretched out his bowl to beg for a beg: Give me two money!
If you don’t give it, don’t leave. Go home and see your wife give birth to your father!
Good people give two money!
Another one that doesn’t give is to go home and have your dad with your mom!
I'm your grandfather and you don't respect both of you
Looking at the indifferent passerby, he was not in a hurry, just cursed in a low voice.
I heard a few glaring sounds, two copper coins were thrown in front of the boy, and a mother-in-law threw them to two cents.
The boy picked up the money on the ground and quickly thanked him. The mother-in-law turned around and walked more than 10 steps. The boy's words suddenly changed, thank you for your granddaughter for being filial to your ancestors.
After a while, it was obvious that everyone's female family went out. Beside the tender yellow sedan chair, there was a girl following the four sedan chairmen.
When passing by Huang Changsheng, the person in the sedan chair called the sedan chairman, stretched out a white and tender hand from the curtain, handed the maid a few copper coins, and asked the maid to give it to the beggars along the street.
Although the curtains blocked the people inside, half of the face was still exposed. The softness in the bones, even half of the face, was enough to make the beggar Huang Changsheng stunned for a long time and couldn't speak.
The fortune teller next to him looked at the boy who was staring at the sedan chair that was leaving without blinking. He couldn't stand it and said: You are young, you can have a full meal even if you go to the pier to carry sandbags!
What's the use of cursing the west wind in the street every day here?
The young man was named Huang Changsheng, and he looked at the fortune teller with disdain. I will do a big thing in the future. I want my meal, you cheated on your money.
I'm not your father, why do you care so much about me?
This fortune teller is also a person who is very sensible. It doesn't matter if he gets scolded, saying that he can't accept it if he cheats money.
Come on, I will give you a cheat today, sir, and let you know if I am cheating money, sir!
Huang Changsheng scratched his head and looked at the sky. He was still idle anyway, so he posted it on it.
The fortune teller said: Give me your birth date and horoscope
Huang Changsheng said he had a count on his fortune teller, well, it's rare
When Huang Changsheng heard that my destiny was different from others, so awesome!
I just said I am not an ordinary person!
The fortune teller continued, "The fate of nature is declining, and the word "poverty" is full of poverty. The eight characters are full of poverty and sorrow, sorrow, and fearlessness. No wonder you want to eat. Your life is not wasted!
Huang Changsheng didn't take it seriously, and said with disgust: As you said, I'm not ready yet!
Fortune telling followed by saying that it is not bad, you can live 99, and now your troubles will be gone after the age of 30.
Huang Changsheng's eyes lit up and asked if I had become rich after the age of 30. How awesome is it?
The fortune teller narrowed his eyes: I still beg for food, but after 30, you will adapt and don’t want those useless ones!
Huang Changsheng was so angry that he stomped his feet. He thought that he was angry and was too tired of food in his stomach. He rolled his body towards the corner of the wall just now, stretched his hands and begged for food, as if nothing had happened.
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