The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 921

Yongzhou, Yanxi County, Qingjiang Prefecture, Anyuan County, on the Black Mountain outside the county seat.

The first light of the morning sun is faintly visible, and the soft twilight shines down, as if covering the earth with a layer of tulle.

Xiang Yang was wearing a plain white loose robe, holding a gourd of warm and mellow wine in his hand, half leaning against a newly built wooden house, looking at the scenery of the mountains and the scenery of the sky, fascinated.

This is a peak surrounded by mountains and green shades. After bypassing the slope, the terrain is flat and suitable for living.

After Xiang Yang returned to his hometown, he chose this place and hired workers to build a small but well-equipped wooden house. Later, Xiang Yang settled here and rarely went out.

This mountain is the beginning of Jianghu Road in Xiang Yang's youth. It was on this mountain that he was bold enough to sneak into the Heifeng Village under the pseudonym Yang Xiang. Copycat.

It was still on this mountain that he got acquainted with Yuan Bao, Monk Ku and others, and was appreciated by the god catcher Luda. After that, he broke out all the way, rose up, made full use of the wordless scriptures, and quickly became stronger.

When Xiang Yang returned to Montenegro, he often thought, what would his life have been like if he hadn't performed so well at the beginning, and Lu Da hadn't brought him back to the God's Catchment Gate, and had just been working in the county yamen?

There are no words in heaven, his martial arts may still be very high, but he will not be as tyrannical as now. Maybe he will resign in the Yamen at a certain time and step into a wider world. The experience may be wonderful, but it is different from the present. A very different life.

People generally like to recall the past when they are in their twilight years. Although Xiang Yang is in his prime, in recent days, he always likes to recall the past. People in the past have an inexplicable taste.

Looking at the distant sky, the clouds drifted away, pulling out long traces, and a fiery red light in the orange gradually seeped out. At the same time, a huge sphere as round as a jade plate rose slowly.

At sunrise, the river flowers are more red than the fire. This statement is true, and the beautiful scenery is rare.

However, Xiang Yang had no time to appreciate the beautiful scenery, so he put down the wine gourd in his hand, stretched his waist, and looked at a smoky phantom looming in the distant sky.

It is a purple beam of light that is difficult for ordinary people to see. It is hidden in the newborn majestic glow. It is a kind of spiritual energy that is the most noble in the world. Compared with the dragon energy of the earth veins, it is exactly the same, but it belongs to the spirit of the sky.

Xiang Yang faced Zizhu's direction, his legs were spread apart, his knees were slightly bent, and his feet sank to the ground of Montenegro, like a stubborn stone that had stood for thousands of years.

He rubbed his hands together, then opened his arms, forming an embrace, and took a deeper breath.

The previous movements seemed to be no different from those of ordinary people practicing martial arts, but after this inhalation, the gap appeared.

After Xiang Yang's breath, a rainbow bridge formed by purple air was built from the distant horizon. It was originally thousands of meters wide, but the closer it got to the ground, the narrower the rainbow bridge became. The thickness of the wrist.

Even so, if he is seen by a martial arts innate master, he will be stunned and stunned. If he doesn't scare his eyes, he will be brave.

The dense purple qi is an extremely noble and rare kind of aura in the world. It only exists during the sunrise period, and it is far away in the void, far away from the ordinary world. There is no way for ordinary people to absorb it.

It seems that Xiang Yang also absorbed Ziqi in the past, but it was actually an illusion, more of a kind of aura in the Ziqi.

And even if he possesses a secret method, he can absorb the dense purple energy into the body with a high level of cultivation, but it's nothing more than a thread, bit by bit, how can it be as exaggerated as Xiang Yang?
This has to mention the results of returning to his hometown during this period of time, Xiang Yang devoted himself to martial arts, and practiced in closed doors.

Fire Demon Atmospheric Art, Demon Dragon Real Fire, Falling Star Arrow Jue, and the seventh best of the universe, these four martial arts are the most superb martial arts that Xiang Yang has acquired recently.

The Falling Star Arrow Jue pointed out the focus and path of Xiang Yang's next practice. The Seventh Absolute of the Universe is Xiang Yang's current number one killing martial arts, using the power of heaven and earth for his own use.

The remaining Fire Demon Qigong and Magic Dragon True Fire also helped Xiang Yang a lot, especially the Fire Demon Qigong on the 33rd floor, which can be called a pinnacle of internal martial arts, and Xiang Yang recently merged with three points. Vitality and wedding dress magical skills have made great progress.

And with every point of fusion, Xiang Yang's newly-achieved true qi, which seems to be the original qi of the universe, becomes stronger and more powerful, bringing all kinds of incredible magical effects. Absorbing dense purple qi into the body to make up for the shortcomings of the physical body is just one of them.

Not long after, the sun leaped out from the horizontal clouds and hung completely high above the sky, and the purple pillars in the ten thousand-zhang glow also disappeared without a trace.

Xiang Yang regained his composure and let out a mouthful of turbid air. His whole body seemed to be soaked in warm spring water. Every inch of his skin was trembling, as if being caressed by a pair of powerful hands, removing all dark wounds.

This is his daily morning class, and it cannot be delayed, and it is only the beginning of his daily practice.

Not long after Xiang Yang finished his work, a rather robust figure walked up the grassy hillside with rustling noises.

He was wearing a close-fitting light yellow brocade jacket, his long hair was wrapped in a cloth towel, and he was holding a lunch box in his hand. He crossed the slopes and rocks in two or three steps, his movements were clean and neat, and he looked strong and powerful.

This person is Fu Dachun, Xiang Yang's real childhood, and also his playmate from childhood to adolescence.

Of course, after many years, he is no longer the skinny boy with the sharp mouth and monkey cheeks.

Now he is a well-known Mr. Fu in the county. His business covers five or six surrounding counties. His family wealth is endless. There are more than a dozen beautiful wives and beautiful family members. His son can make soy sauce.

And because of years of uninterrupted martial arts practice, Fu Dachun's body has gradually become thicker, his brows and eyes are calm, and he has more masculine spirit.

"Brother Yang, I'm here to bring you food."

As soon as he climbed to the top of the slope, Fu Dachun saw Xiang Yang recovering from his exercises, knowing that Xiang Yang had just finished practicing, and shouted with a smile, which echoed in the mountains.

After many years, Fu Dachun still called Xiang Yang Brother Yang, which was his own name.

He also didn't expect that with Xiang Yang's identity and martial arts, he would return to a small remote county like Anyuan to live in seclusion, so he seemed very happy.

For many days, Xiang Yang repeatedly told him not to bother, and just send someone to deliver food.

He always refused, and insisted on getting up from the warm bed early in the morning, and personally went to the kitchen to make an authentic and authentic Fu's roast chicken and send it to Xiang Yang.

According to Fu Dachun's words, Brother Yang likes my Fu's roast chicken the most.

And he is a big shot, maybe he will leave Anyuan County someday and never come back again, so of course he wants to take advantage of this time to reward his good brother.

He has no big ambitions, and is very satisfied with his current life, so everything he does is naturally sincere.

(End of this chapter)