FWF Chapter 306 The World's At10tion!
Chapter 306 The World's At10tion!
Hearing this, Tang Jingquan felt insulted and reprimanded: "You are too arrogant, you don't see a trace of modesty and low-keyness that Xia people should have."
"If you don't take Wuzong seriously, you will pay the price sooner or later, and you will die in a foreign country!"
"Also, you are here at the right time. Tomorrow is the day when Wuzong will hold a martial arts conference. This is a grand gathering for all martial artists in Yingzhou, once every ten years."
"You alone may be besieged by the entire martial arts world!"
Qin Fan chuckled: "If it is the martial arts world of Xia, I might be worried."
"Little Yingzhou, but a province, how big is the martial arts world?"
Tang Jingquan widened his eyes.
Qin Fan added: "Furthermore, this is good news for me. I can take this opportunity to wipe out the martial arts world of Yingzhou."
Tang Jingquan's pupils trembled, too surprised to say.
After finishing speaking, Qin Fan waved his hand and used petrochemical real energy on Tang Jingquan, making her stand for one night and then went to rest.
That night.
Osaka, Tenshou Pavilion Dojo, heavy snow fell.
Here is the first dojo of Wuzong, one of the three upper sects in Yingzhou, the Tianshou Pavilion Dojo.
A motorcade was dusty and stopped outside the Tianshou Pavilion Dojo, and more than 100 people got off the car.
Half were wearing samurai uniforms.
Half in tuxedos.
They supported an old man with crane hair in a tuxedo suit into the dojo.
This old man looks like he is seventy years old, but his facial features are ruddy, like middle age, the heaven is full, and the breath is like a dragon.
It was snowing heavily, and it was impossible to get close to 80 meters.
His feet were even more strange, it was obviously a thick layer of snow, but the old man walked up without leaving a trace of footprints.
The whole person looks very, very clean and spotless.
This old man is the second suzerain of Wuzong, Yuantian Zhenxiong, the contemporary patriarch of the Qinghe Yuan clan, and one of the two masters of Yingzhou martial arts mythology.
Behind the middle-aged men in tuxedos, many large and small consortiums and societies respect him as a teacher.
Tonight, Yuan Tian Zhenxiong received a top-secret information, and immediately left Wuzong Second Avenue, Izumo Dojo, and came to Tianshou Pavilion Dojo.
"Brother, you are here."
In the second-level gate of the Tianshou Pavilion, a group of men in clear-colored samurai uniforms greeted him.
The head is a skinny old man of similar age, with white hair and thin as a bone.
He seems to be a hundred years old, his eyes are dirty, and he is still holding a cane in his hand. He looks like an old man who is about to sink into the ground.
But the people around them bowed their heads and bowed, and no one dared to be disrespectful to the old man.
This is such an old man who is about to wither, and it is the Great Sect Master of Wuzong, Iga Fazheng!
The contemporary Dan Jin master of the Iga family is as famous in martial arts as Gentian Zhenxiong.
At this moment, Yiga Fa is slightly bowing his hands to Yuantian Zhenxiong, using the etiquette of the Xia Kingdom: "Brother Zhenxiong, you have been in retreat for three years, and your martial arts have improved again."
"Big brother, I'm getting old, and I'm getting more and more powerless. I haven't touched a sword for ten years."
Yuan Tian Zhenxiong smiled modestly: "Big brother is humble, your kendo attainments reached the realm of no sword twenty years ago, and twenty years later, your kendo may have approached the attainments of the heavenly sword realm."
"Big brother's comprehension of the Dao of Heaven and Earth, he has to walk in front of his younger brother."
Iga Fazheng sighed slightly: "The realm of the Heavenly Sword is so difficult, it belongs to the realm of the gods."
"Brother Zhenxiong, you have cultivated to the level of 'the mind is like a mirror, and the body is free of dust' in Buddhism. I'm afraid that half of your feet have already stepped into the realm of the gods."
Yuan Tian Zhenxiong nodded: "Don't dare to deceive the big brother, the younger brother has been able to enter that level sometimes, but not for long."
"Where's the big brother?"
Iga Fa was looking up at the sky with a look of awe: "The Heavenly Sword Heavenly Sword is as difficult as reaching the sky. Twenty years of white horses have passed through the gap, like walking on thin ice, and only barely half a step!"
Yuan Tian Zhenxiong was overjoyed: "Congratulations, big brother, for stepping into the half-step god realm!"
"Twenty years ago, we faced Zhou Ziheng together, and we witnessed the most glorious sword from the kingdom of Shangbang in five hundred years. We were overwhelmed for 20 years."
"Now, we have all stepped out of the shadow of the knife, and we have gone one step further, and the realm of the gods is in sight."
"By the way, what's the origin of that Master Qin, to be so arrogant and dare to overwhelm a country by one person?"
Yiga Fazheng said: "According to the information, this son is from the south of the Yangtze River. He first destroyed Maoshan, and then disintegrated the Li family, the old capital. He is invincible. He is known as a juvenile myth.
"His cultivation base has reached the middle stage of foundation establishment, and his real combat power is probably approaching the late stage of foundation establishment!"
"Already famous in Xia Country!"
"Today Dongdu, I want one person to overwhelm a country, and I want to reach the plateau. I am afraid that I will come prepared. I want to imitate the ancient warriors of the Xia Kingdom, sweeping our Yingzhou, and destroying our martial arts."
"This is the battle for the survival of the Yingzhou martial arts world."
Yuantian Zhenxiong's tone was calm: "hairless child, how capable can you be?"
"How can a hairless child be as powerful as Zhou Ziheng's knife twenty years ago?"
"He went to Yingzhou in the east, he didn't go to Yingzong, he didn't go to the shrine, he was the first to come to our Wuzong. When we are soft persimmons, just pinch if you want?"
"If he wants to fight, then fight!"
...
It is night, north of the Xia Kingdom.
On Lake Berga, it was frozen for thousands of miles and snowed heavily.
A middle-aged man dressed in a thin white Tang suit was sitting cross-legged and fishing on the frozen lake.
The sky is full of ice and snow, and it is impossible to get close to him in a radius of 100 meters.
On the back side of the lake, there is a highway. The highway is brightly lit. There are hundreds of chariots, tanks, helicopters, artillery, missile vehicles, and 8,000 troops. All guns are aimed at the old man, and they are ready to fight.
Because of the existence of this army, the sky in a radius of dozens of miles is covered with a chilling seventh.
However, the eight thousand army did not dare to take a step forward.
No one dared to stop the middle-aged man from fishing, and the middle-aged man seemed to be the owner of Lake Berga.
This person is Zhou Ziheng, the Northern Sword God, known as the man closest to God in this world.
A king's sword, the light of the sword goes out of the north, and it will shock a hundred thousand troops!
With the strength of one person, the Snow Country army was overwhelmed and retreated to the north bank of Lake Berga.
At this moment, a fixed-wing aircraft descended from the sky and taxied on the lake. After it stopped, a woman in white flew over, hid beside Zhou Ziheng, and whispered a few words.
"Master's information on the cliff, Master Qin..."
Hearing this, Zhou Ziheng Gujing's unwavering gaze was slightly shocked at this moment: "Master Qin crossed Yingzhou eastwards, and wants to conquer a country by one person, sweep the three realms, and win the plateau?!"
"This young man is truly courageous!"
Before he finished speaking, a terrifying crack appeared on the frozen surface of Lake Baikal.
This kind of crack instantly spread to thousands of meters away.
As if an earthquake had occurred.
Between the heavens and the earth, there were bursts of roars, and a terrifying sense of oppression emerged.
The woman in white couldn't bear the pressure and immediately knelt down.
The 8,000 troops on the north bank also felt this terrifying coercion, and their bodies were instantly icy cold.
"Wang Dao is shaking! Master's fighting spirit is so strong!"
The white-robed woman's beautiful eyes trembled, and she blurted out.
Zhou Ziheng closed his eyes slightly, the fear between heaven and earth gradually dissipated, and the earthquake gradually calmed down.
The woman in white asked respectfully, "Master, what should the disciple do?"
Zhou Ziheng said indifferently: "Twenty years ago for my teacher, I crossed eastward, first defeated the two heroes of Wuzong, and then tried my best to reach Jieshi in the east and met the Phoenix Goddess."
"I also saw the insurmountable gap between each other. That gap is not the gap between people, but the gap between people and God."
"Facing the goddess of the plateau, if you don't become a god, you will eventually become ashes!"
The woman in white shuddered, it was the first time she had seen Master so humble.
Zhou Ziheng said with a look of pity: "With the strength of Master Qin, he is afraid that he will not be able to pass the level of the two heroes of Wuzong. Let's go now and persuade him to come back."
"This boy Yingjie, the pillar of the country, is a pity to die."