i have a fairy world

Chapter 7 Revenge and Martial Arts

Boom! !

It rarely rains in the desert lands.

Although Liulihe Village is an oasis and is next to a river, the number of times it rains can be counted on the fingers.

But this day.

The sky began to rain heavily.

The residents in the village laughed and laughed.

rainy.

It means there is water.

have water.

It means that the crops can be watered, and people will not die of thirst.

At a glance.

The entire Liulihe Village was jubilant, and every household took out rain-storage equipment, and there were even patrolling swordsmen all over the street to announce the good news: "It's full, the water storage tank in the village is full."

It's raining!
Everyone thinks so.

The same goes for Jiang Xuan.

It's just that he is different from ordinary people. He thought a little more: "With such a heavy rain, there is no need to find someone to wash the floor, right?"

"coming!"

"It's the Blue Wolf Banner of the Wild Wolf Gang!!"

It's too late.

Fast then.

Jiang Xuan's idea just came up.

Under the heavy rain, a group of horse swordsmen wearing bamboo hats and coir raincoats rode fast horses towards Liulihe village.

"Jiang Xuan, where is Jiang Xuan!!"

A group of 24 rides.

The leader is eight feet tall, with hands that are as long as the knees. This is not the appearance of an emperor, but he has practiced some kind of hard work with his hands. After all, the arms of normal people will not be dark gray.

quiet.
The gates of the Walled City were locked tightly, and no one responded at all.

"Jiang Xuan, Jiang Xuan!" On the horseback, Qinglang was like an angry lion: "You plague-stricken pig, dog, return my son to me."

On the Walled City.

Jiang Xuan looked at the person who was talking nonsense, and asked the little fat man beside him, "Is this your father?"

"Dad, Daddy."

The little fat man burst into tears when he saw the figure on the horse.

"Son!" Qinglang's eyes were about to burst, and then he looked at Jiang Xuan suddenly: "Aren't you looking for revenge on me, I'm already here, let my son go."

"put?"

When Miemen Jiang's house went up and down, why didn't Qinglang spare those poor dancers, servants, and his elder brother's concubines?

"Blue Wolf!"

With a loud shout, Jiang Xuan set up a machine gun on the wall.

"Ok!"

into the eye.

A faint light shone on the wall.

"Danger!"

Qinglang licks blood all the year round.

Almost instantly, the fine hairs on his body stood on end, and then without thinking about it, his legs clamped the horse's belly, and he jumped up from the horse's back in the way of plucking green onions from dry land.

Da da da.
Blue Wolf is very fast.

But he is not fast enough.

The weapon in Jiang Xuan's hand is named: 'Kalashnikov light machine gun. '

It uses 7.62mm general-purpose steel core bombs and uses 120 rounds for drum supply.

The rate of fire was 16 rounds per second, almost the moment he pulled the trigger, 745 rounds flew out in a fan shape at a rate of fire of 20 meters per second, and hit the city wall [-] meters away, riding on a horse blue wolf.

"what!"

When the blue werewolf was in the air, he felt that he was enveloped by death.

Without even thinking about it, he waved his palms, intending to resolve the crisis with these iron palms that cracked stones and cracked stones.

Puff puff.
It's too awful.

Jiang Xuan would like to say that Qinglang's martial arts are very high, and his heart-breaking palm is even more proficient. Even a bullet can't do anything to him, but reality is reality. The bullet of a 7.62mm general-purpose machine gun can easily pierce through a steel plate two fingers thick. Even a folk expert has done a test and killed a bison with one shot.

Blue Wolf is very strong.

But he is not a superman, nor is he a steel warrior. Almost a second after he slapped his palm, he shattered in mid-air.

"Boss!"

Zibo's huge inertia instantly tore Qinglang apart in the air.

The horse bandits looked at each other in blank dismay, unable to believe that the invincible third leader was swept into a sieve in front of them.

of course.

The bandit froze, but Jiang Xuan didn't.

How could Qinglang pay for the lives of 26 people in Jiang's house alone?

Da da da da
Zibo howled, people and horses were smashed.

7.62 No emotion.

Neither did Jiang Xuan.

In just a moment, Qinglang and the twenty-odd riders he carried disappeared from the scene amidst the sound of rattling, just like the Indian jungle warriors under the Gatlin.

"ended?"

aside.

Ye An was still lost.

"Walk"

Jiang Xuan did not explain.

It's just that the next second when he turned around, he raised his hand and fired another shot. Cut the grass and roots.

He didn't want a child full of hatred to come to him 20 years later and say, "Jiang Xuan, do you still remember the child from Liulihe Village 20 years ago?" '

He won't give it a chance.

Because he was murderous, he was a callous professional soldier.

Three days later.

reality.

Xiangjiang, Outlying Islands District.

Outlying Islands No. 2 Cemetery.

"Brother, I have already avenged your revenge. If there is a spirit in heaven, have you been relieved?"

In front of a brand new tombstone.

Jiang Xuan sat cross-legged on the ground, throwing paper money into the brazier: "Actually, I also thought about taking your ashes back to my hometown and returning the fallen leaves to their roots, but I know you don't want to go back because you wanted to go out since you were a child and didn't like that small mountain village."

"Fine, I don't like it there either. It's obviously a small village with a few hundred people, but the relationship between people is too complicated."

"If I take you back, those people will definitely gossip. I know this is what bothers you the most."

"By the way, I personally chose the location of the cemetery for you. The neighbor is a 16-year-old girl who died in a car accident. She has never had a boyfriend. You don't have to dream to thank me."

Spring is long.

The flames in the basin are thickening.

"Father and mother left early. In name, you are my elder brother, only a few years older than me. In fact, you raised me."

"At that time, we were all young, and we ate a large pot of rice. There was only six taels a day, and I couldn't get enough to eat.

"You were afraid that I would starve to death, so you gave me your rations, and went to dig grass roots and catch water plants to eat."

"In a flash, you and I have grown up. I went to the front to serve as a soldier, and you came to Hong Kong Island."

"Let's make an agreement. I'll come to you when I leave the army. We two brothers made a fortune together on Hong Kong Island, but we didn't expect that it would be a long time since we saw each other again."

a whole day.

Jiang Xuandu sat in front of the tombstone.

He has too much to say, and he can't finish it.

But he knew that now was not the time to give up on himself.

Because he firmly believes that the Hangu world is not simply a world of low-level martial arts, otherwise the Hangu map would not point here, there must be immortals here.

Fairy.

Represents hope.

Now that his vengeance has been avenged, he should also embark on the journey.

"Second Master, you want to go?"

Inside the Jiang Family Manor.

The old butler had white hair all over his head, and his eyes were full of reluctance: "Where are you going?"

"There are 36 countries in the Central Plains."

Jiang Xuan had already thought about it: "The quicksand city is too small to hold my dream."

The desert is a place of bitter cold, and there is no way to keep real masters.

In the Hangu world, there are six realms in martial arts.

Practice the three realms outside.

Practice skin, practice bones, practice tendons.

This is the realm of warriors, corresponding to: third-rate, second-rate, and first-rate masters.

Going up is internal training, the realm of a master, and the realm of true energy.

Grandmaster: Hurt people with anger, and take the head from the crowd.

Great Master: Qi is like a rushing river, which can support half of the universe.

There are also legendary heavenly beings.

It is said that heaven and man have a lifespan of [-] years, and if they want to fight for hegemony, they can establish a country.

now.

The dynasties of the 36 countries in the Central Plains basically came from this way.

Here in the desert.

Where the birds don't shit, even the famous Qinglang is actually only a second-rate existence in the bone refinement realm.

Diving can't raise dragons.

In the desert where first-class masters are rare, not to mention seeking immortals, even seeking martial arts is impossible.

He has already planned.

If you want to realize your dream, you have to go to the 36 countries in the Central Plains.

Of course.

The immortal way is ethereal, and it is hard to find it.

Jiang Xuan first set a small goal: "Enter the martial arts school, practice martial arts, practice kung fu, enter the realm of heaven and man, and live two hundred years." '

(End of this chapter)