Gao Wu: My martial arts training relies solely on hard work

Chapter 95 Enter
A series of question marks appeared on Zhao Xuan's forehead.

What kind of relic is this?
He never announced his family name, but the other party actually knew his name.

Not only did he take it upon himself to call him a "caomin", but he also asked him to meet Emperor Yan.

I don’t know who the owner of the ruins is, but he dares to call himself “Emperor Yan”?
He also regarded everyone as his people.

No, where did the sound come from?
Is it possible that there are still living people in a ruin that has been buried for many years?
Zhao Xuan was shocked and his hair stood on end.

He held the sword plate tightly and entered the "hidden killing" state.

Then the nails dug into the palms.

With him as the center, the shadow extending outward seemed to have hit a barrier and was pressed back, only covering his body.

In the ruins, the secret skill "Hidden Kill" cannot be used.

Just as Zhao Xuan was considering whether to exit the palace, a gentle but irresistible force surged from behind him and forced him into the long and narrow corridor.

With a "clang" sound, the palace door was closed tightly.

Zhao Xuan turned around and looked, but the way to retreat was cut off.

A cold look flashed in his eyes, and the majestic zhenqi poured into the sword plate crazily, coated with a layer of starlight, and smashed hard against the palace door.

He wanted to see if he could smash a way out.

The violent and surging zhenqi moved the sword plate and hit the palace door hard.

However, it seemed to fall into nothingness and made no sound.

Zhao Xuan took a closer look. There was no palace gate in front of him.
Three feet away, however, a thick black mist was surging, its teeth and claws spread out, as if it wanted to engulf him.

Lingjue was frantically warning Zhao Xuan: The black fog is ominous, don’t touch it.

He is a believer.

Without touching the black mist, he decisively turned around and headed deeper into the corridor.

But in my heart, I was thinking about how to escape.

The ruins are not without danger.

A ruin like this that is full of weirdness and requires a blood sacrifice to open does not look like a kind place.

Opportunity is attractive, but life is more important.

After thinking about it, it seems that Zhao Xuan can only place his hope in the sect elders such as Master Tianshu outside the ruins.

There are quite a few Zhenwu Sect disciples who entered the ruins this time.

No matter which sect, no sect can withstand the loss of disciples dying in large numbers on such a scale.

Based on Zhao Xuan's understanding of Tianshu Peak Master, once he realizes that the disciples entering the ruins will die quickly.

He will definitely call on the grand masters and elders standing outside to work together to break down the ruins and save people.

Before that, just make sure you stay alive.

The moment Zhao Xuan turned around, the black mist suddenly moved forward one foot.

As he walked in the corridor, black mist slowly followed him.

……

Zhao Xuan walked about three hundred meters when a small door suddenly appeared in front of him.

Standing in front of the door is a bronze figure two meters tall, with round arms and a thick waist.

The previous voice sounded in Zhao Xuan's ears again: "If you want to see your Majesty, you must first test your physical fitness."

"If your physique is poor, your bloodline will be mixed. If your bloodline is mixed, you will not be qualified to enter His Majesty's eyes."

As soon as he finished speaking, a cluster of flames lit up in the bronze man's empty eyes.

All the joints were crackling, as if they were about to come to life.

Zhao Xuan saw this and swung his sword plate, slashing at the joints and head of the bronze man.

How could he let the bronze man come to life and attack him again?

"Clang clang clang~"

Eighteen times the sound of gold and iron colliding sounded.

When No. 19 hit, the bronze man dodged.

But Zhao Xuan keenly discovered that the flames in the bronze man's eyes were a bit dimmer than before.

There was no joy on Zhao Xuan's face, but he was very solemn.

With the sharpness of the sword plate, even a single blow from the sixth level of qi training would cause injury.

The bronze man in front of him only had a few white marks, and his joints were not even broken.

Is it that hard?

Before Zhao Xuan could think about it, the sword plate suddenly fell out of his hand and fell into his arms.

The voice sounded again: "Physique test, no weapons allowed."

Zhao Xuan reached out to get it, but got nothing.The bronze man, who was only a few meters away from him, suddenly lunged forward and punched out like lightning. His fist passed through an afterimage and hit his head directly.

In his haste, Zhao Xuan could only respond with punches, and exchanged blows with the bronze man.

The two fists collided, making a muffled sound.

Zhao Xuan only felt that he hit a mountain that was moving at high speed. He used up all his fists and was hit by the bronze man and flew away.

The person was pushed out violently, and his legs plowed two ravines more than ten meters long on the ground.

The right half of my body felt numb.

Zhao Xuan shook his arms to stretch his muscles and dispel the numb feeling.

The bronze man had attacked him again, slapping his temple with his horizontal palm.

A little further down is the out-and-out Dabi Dou.

Zhao Xuan retreated and dodged, and began to regret that he had focused on Tianshu Sword during this period and forgot to practice Qingdi Fist.

It is not too late.

Zhao Xuan retreated while recalling the Qingdi Fist moves in his mind, and punched out.

One man and one bronze man, fists and feet intertwined, fighting together.

……

Entrance to the ruins.

Suddenly a figure appeared.

Immediately alert the grandmaster guarding the entrance.

In an instant, the momentum of countless masters suppressed the visitor.

Seeing that the man was about to be crushed to the ground, an elder from Qingcheng Mountain recognized the man, took action to protect him, and said loudly: "Everyone, stop, this is a disciple of Qingcheng Mountain."

The Zhenwu Sect Grandmaster immediately cast a look of contempt at the Qingchengshan Grandmaster.

It’s fine that we don’t know the disciples of Qingcheng Mountain. As the elders of our sect, you actually don’t know them?
The disciples of Qingcheng Mountain who were hit by the grandmaster's momentum turned white and fainted.

The Qingchengshan elder who rescued him slapped him in the air and forced him to wake up.

"Wenqing, didn't you enter the ruins? How did you get out?"

The Qingcheng Mountain disciple who was called "Wen Qing" faintly woke up: "Am I still alive?"

There was a faint look of fear on his face.

Seeing his behavior in public, the elder of Qingcheng Mountain felt a little embarrassed on his face and shouted:
"You are so embarrassing, you can't bear the slightest momentum. With the elders of the sect here, can I still kill you?"

"What did you encounter in the ruins? Come here quickly."

Wen Qing said aggrievedly: "Elder, my disciple just died once in the ruins."

After he entered the ruins, he found a warehouse, thinking that there was a treasure hidden in it, so he rushed in overjoyed.

When I went in, I saw hundreds of puppets neatly placed in the warehouse, and my eyes were glowing red.

Before he could react, hundreds of puppets rushed up to surround him.

Although he tried his best to resist, he was still torn to pieces by a group of puppets.

He thought he was dead, but he didn't expect to come out of the ruins alive.

A grandmaster immediately speculated: "It should be a phantom formation."

First, it is impossible to resurrect the dead.

Secondly, it is basically impossible for a puppet like this to exist that can still fight in a ruin that has been buried for who knows how many years.

There is only one answer, and that is Wenqing encountered an illusion and failed the test.

The knowledgeable grandmaster further speculated: "This ruins may be the inheritance place left by the ancient powerful before his death."

"The magic array is used to test disciples."

The eyes of all the masters lit up, the inheritance of the ancient strong men was a good thing.

The elder of Qingcheng Mountain looked at Wen Qing: "You unsatisfied guy, hurry up and go in."

If you can't eat meat, just drink some soup.

How could you go in, catch nothing, and then be kicked out?
Wenqing did not dare to disobey the elder's order, and suddenly found that the ruins excluded him and prohibited him from entering.

He looked at the elder with an innocent face.

The elder of Qingcheng Mountain turned dark and waved him away.

Wen Qing left silently, with a ray of red light flashing in his eyes as he turned his back to everyone.

The next moment, dozens of figures flashed out of the entrance.

They are all disciples of two sects.

(End of this chapter)