Dark clouds cover the sun, and the strong wind suddenly rises in the spacious square in front of the Taiji Hall. A triennial martial arts conference was held. The crowds of people filled most of the square. In the center of the square, Qiu Tianyang threw his cloak back, and a red light rushed straight to the clouds. He saw his eyebrows on his temples, his eyes were like bells, his body was surrounded by 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 today, and I am holding a magic weapon in my hand. What can you do to me? Suddenly, the scolding echoed the entire venue, and the surroundings were stunned.The decent martial arts people surrounded Qiu Tianyang. For a moment, they all took a few steps back and forth, Wang Jisheng, the head of the Taiji Palace, originally summoned everyone to discuss how to fight this person together. Looking at Qiu Tianyang standing in front of him uninvited, he was shocked for a moment. He stood there and watched Master Wang not dare to come forward. Everyone even didn't dare to move. Several people from the stove castle were talking on the outside: This person is Qiu Tianyang, the number one devil in the martial arts world? It is said that his magic skills are very fast, his fists and feet are healed by themselves, and he can divide them into several people to fight at the same time.