Hearing this, the air became silent.

What can make Liu Ziyang take care of himself for so many years? Naturally, it will not be a trivial matter, but it is very likely a major event in the world.

And there are not many similar major events.

Thinking of this, Lu Chen and Su An looked at each other and saw a look of surprise in their eyes.

Su An thought for a while, shook his head and smiled, "I didn't expect this."

"But it's quite interesting." Lu Chen raised his eyebrows slightly, but a hint of expectation appeared in his eyes.

If it was really the thing he thought of, then no matter who did it, it would be very interesting.

The wind blows through the grass, and some dandelions rise with the wind, shining warmly under the sunset.

Liu Ziyang suddenly had a smile on his lips and looked into the distance, "If it were not surprising, the old guy in Wudicheng would have been waiting for so long, and he would have been almost unable to sit still."

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Spring river tide, a glance at the sea level,

The bright moon on the sea is born with the tide.

A towering and huge city stands on the waves far away from the Four Continents. The sea water constantly slapped on the shore. The power was so great that it emitted thunder when it collided, with amazing momentum.

Under the bright moon.

Top of a tall building.

A tall and thin old man wearing a thick cotton jacket was wrapped in his sleeves with his hands, dressed as a wealthy man, and looked quietly at the sky.

Behind the old man, there were white jade trunks on both sides of the city wall, which were made of sculptures of countless warriors when they punched each other. The moves were different and the weather was very different.

The main shrine at the head of the Wudi City is dozens of feet long, so there are more than hundreds of sculptures of martial artists on both sides, and eighteen Qilin beasts are in the first place.

According to the Tang Dynasty's system, there are only eight shrines in the main emperor of Chang'an City!

Hundreds of warrior sculptures are connected into a thread, and their majestic aura is formed, forming a natural ban.

If you are a mortal or an ordinary warrior with a low level, you will not even be qualified to come to the wall to see the sea.

Suddenly a black shadow ran forward at an extremely fast speed in the deep and terrifying sea.

To be precise, it was a figure.

Wudi City faced the sea, so the man swam directly from the sea, and the speed was so fast that he walked onto the flat ground.

In less than a moment, the black shadow swam under the city at a terrifying speed.

The water surface exploded, and a terrifying monster fish as high as a hundred feet tall appeared under the moonlight. The hideous teeth and dense fish scales were visible. They opened their mouths and swallowed them towards the black shadow.

The next moment.

The strange fish penetrated the back and was killed with a punch without any suspense.

The black shadow walked up to the coast with one hand holding a fish tail that was countless times larger than himself. Under the moonlight, it shone a strong and powerful body.

It was Wei Chan.

He grinned and was in a good mood. He had to eat wild game again tonight.

Throwing the fish on the reef on the shore, Wei Chan shook away the water and coldness all over his body, squatted down his knees, then suddenly jumped up, and drew a graceful arc in the air, and finally landed directly on the 18-story building where Dust could hang the bright moon on the eaves and look down at the martial artists in the world.

Wei Chan clasped his fists with his hands and bent down and said, "Master!"

The thin old man stretched out his hands, exhaled between his hands, and said, "I can see the spirit of the wilderness's punch here very clearly. It's really good. It's a pity that I didn't kill one or two little beasts, so it's a pity."

Wei Chan scratched his head, and his dark face showed a bright smile, "Next time, I will definitely do it next time."

The four great gods of the wilderness have always been terrifying beings that human cultivation world feared, but in the words of the master and disciple, they are like cats and dogs, full of great strangeness.

The reason is very simple.

Because they are warriors.

The monks in the world of cultivation will feel a sense of despair when dealing with the great demons who have divine positions in the wilderness, whether they are physical or supernatural powers.

Only martial artists are different.

Without the power of heaven and earth, you will become a god with your body, and your arrogance will cover the sky and the sun.

Although his lifespan is quite low compared to other people, the higher the realm, the more proud the martial artist, his protective aura becomes stronger. At a certain level, no matter how he meets people, demons, or demons, he is invincible to all things.

One punch can open up mountains and split the sea, and even make the battle against the great demon feel unchanged, as if he has met an ancient god with unparalleled body.

Therefore, no one in the world of cultivation is willing to have a tangled relationship with a martial artist.

And there are rumors in the world of cultivation that the path of martial arts is the only path in the world of human cultivation that does not rely on heaven and earth to become a god.

The old man turned his head and asked, "In the fishing village, your wish was to become the strongest boxer in the world. Now it seems that you are still much worse than this wish, because I am still alive, but it can be said that you are much closer. You have not disappointed my expectations and broke the seventh level in a way that I, no, all martial artists in the world dream of, so..."

The old man paused for a while, looked at Wei Chan and said, "What should your wish now?"

Wei Chan was stunned.

After a moment of silence, he shook his head slightly again.

In the past few years, Wudicheng has only practiced boxing.

If you have not yet practiced boxing, how can you talk about other things?

The old man shook his head and smiled, "You can think about this matter first. When the martial artist practices to a certain level, sometimes practicing boxing, you must first think about why you punch in advance."

If it were other people, you could naturally hear a hint of explanation hidden in the old man's words.

However, Wei Chan is just Wei Chan.

No matter how much boxing is practiced or how strong the punches are, they are the child in the fishing village that was carried by the old man to Wudi City.

As long as the master is still there, you will never need to think about other fearless questions.

Seeing this scene, the old man sighed helplessly: "Silly, I'm still just a stubborn person, which makes me feel a little worried."

Wei Chan touched the back of his head again and said with apologies: "I am stupid and ashamed of my master's teachings."

"Everyone in the world is rumoring that you are the second Li Kuafu. If you are stupid, wouldn't those people be scolding me?"

The old man shook his head and sighed: "The boxing intention is careless, but this temperament is really different from that of my husband when he was young."

Wei Chan opened his mouth but didn't say anything because he suddenly didn't know what to say.

According to the past situation, now as long as you shut up and let the master say a few words, you will naturally let yourself get out.

However, this time it was a little different.

A pair of powerful hands were gently placed on Wei Chan's head.

The old man's eyes were clear and his big hands were gently pressed down, and Wei Chan's gaze was involuntarily placed at the big city at his feet.

In the city of Wudi, thousands of houses are lit and starry-like.

The old man and the man stared at this scene silently, and the cold and quiet sea breeze blew from the sea.

The cold wind blew across the cold and hard walls and gently blew on the two of them.

The clothes fluttered slightly.

"I will leave this city to you in the future." The old man whispered in the dark night.

Wei Chan was stunned at first, then his face was firm and he said in a deep voice: "Yes!"

At that time, Emperor Wu Cheng wanted to learn boxing with Li Kuafu, but more martial artists wanted to kill him.

Even so, it is still the case.

The reason is very simple.

The road of the great way can be followed by millions of people, but the road of martial arts can only be one person who hates the world's martial arts.

This is the so-called second-rate principle of martial arts.

There were only a hundred families in the Wudi City, but now there are a total of 100,000 households, and everyone is a martial artist.

Inheriting this city actually means being an enemy of the 100,000 martial artists under your feet and having the so-called battle of intention!

The old man patted Wei Chan's head with relief, with a slightly raised corner of his mouth, but his eyes and expression were already completely different from the previous dress of a rich man.

The indescribable calmness and unconcealed spirit emanated unknowingly. The breeze blew, as if the moonlight in the world had quietly gathered together.

Even though Wei Chan, who had just broken through the Three Realms Pass, was still like fireflies and sunlight compared to it.

Now he is the Martial Emperor and is invincible.

But no one dared to imagine how Li Kuafu, the prime minister at that time, would be at its peak if he went back decades.

The old man took a step forward gently.

Looking down at the city at your feet, just like a man looking down at the world's martial arts.

?Recalling the past.

The young man practices boxing every day.
Chapter completed!