Reflect the world

Chapter 206 A sword at the start, all equipment depends on fighting (fourth change)

Standing on the edge of the altar, Tang Xuanming carefully selected the location of the next world.

The atmosphere of the Great Desolation made him feel the strong pressure. Although no one in the tribe said it, he had actually almost become the chief of the tribe, and the coercion was unmatched by anyone.

At least he said that he wanted to plant the seeds of the elixir. Although the old witch doctor jumped, he just complained and beat up Pilingbao. Only then did Tang Xuanming know that the old witch doctor was actually the strongest of the Ant Emperor Triple Layer. By.

Pilingbao ran fast, but was stunned by the old witch doctor's hammer.

But Tang Xuanming handed the Pusi Qu Snake to the old patriarch to raise, but the old patriarch didn't say much.

The tribe has faintly regarded Tang Xuanming as the backbone, which stems from the little changes Tang Xuanming brought to the tribe.

Tang Xuanming enjoyed this respect, but he also had to bear corresponding responsibilities.

Although he can also choose not to bear it.

Thousands of spiritual thoughts lingered in his ears. Tang Xuanming chose one of the countless rapidly disappearing spiritual thoughts. He had the experience of being born twice, and Tang Xuanming was already a skilled old driver.

Tang Xuanming didn't want to be as difficult as the previous two, so he chose a wish that was easier to realize.

"I want to be number one in the world."

For Tang Xuanming, fulfilling such a wish in the middle and low martial arts world is simply a piece of cake.

And this kind of desire has the greatest degree of freedom, he can accomplish what he wants to do according to his own ideas.

"boom!"

Spiritual thoughts descended, and he had the experience of the physical body descending last time, this time Tang Xuanming naturally chose to operate like that.

The physical body shuttled between different dimensions and worlds of different levels. Two dragons were swimming in his chest. Finally, his whole body turned into a small ball of light. With a bang, he fell into the world and entered the body of a comatose young man.

A little fluorescent light flashed across the world, and countless stars seemed to become disordered at that moment.

A middle-aged man with pustules on his face stared wide-eyed at the sky, paled in horror, and even missed a red monkey he was about to grab.

But he didn't care much, and carefully stared at the stars in the sky that were still as before, and muttered to himself: "God descended from the sky?! How can such a hexagram be explained?"

"The changing situation of the world is completely invisible, how could this be?"

As the mud bodhisattva who personally gave orders to Xiongba who is now ruling the world, making Xiongba invincible and dominating the world for many years, he is extremely proud of his ability to judge destiny.

But he had never seen such a strange celestial phenomenon, so strange that he couldn't understand it.

"It's messed up, it's messed up, everything's messed up."

He staggered forward, like a lunatic, and continued to follow the inexplicable track to pursue the red monkey.

That year, he was full of vigor and high spirits, and he gave a down-and-out middle-aged man an order—is the golden scale a thing in the pool, it will turn into a dragon when encountering a storm.

Now because he leaked too many secrets, he was scolded by God with pustules all over his face, and he was in a daze all day long, like an evil ghost.

But that middle-aged man was full of vigor, and under his hands gathered top masters like Bu Jingyun, Nie Feng, and Qin Shuang, sweeping the entire Central Plains martial arts.

Relying on the three-point return to vitality that he himself created, he is well-known throughout the Jianghu.

Therefore, everyone in the Jianghu knows the names of Xiongba and Tianxiahui, and the mud bodhisattva has become a joke.

"The mud bodhisattva crosses the river, and it is hard to protect himself. It is really a secret."

The middle-aged man who looked like an evil ghost sang loudly, and disappeared into the mountains and forests.

And in a huge city, leaning against the corner, a young man dressed like a beggar swallowed his last breath. He was holding a wooden sword firmly in his hand as he was dying.

That was his last little dream.

Martial arts people who have passed by are not surprised. Every year, there are always high-spirited young heroes walking in the rivers and lakes, with the dream of becoming a hero and becoming the number one in the world.

But most of them are sunk in the mud, in the wilderness, becoming dry bones on the roadside.

Such a situation is very normal.

People from all walks of life in fresh clothes and angry horses are praised by others, but no one will take a second look at the young hero who is dejected by the side of the road.

Is there still a small number of people who die from rivers and lakes every year?There are never many, and the young man is just one of the many beings.

In a small mountain village, the boy tightened his thin clothes, happily touching the iron sword at his waist made by the village blacksmith.

This is a sword that people in the world disdain, but it is the most precious treasure to him.

From now on, he will walk around the rivers and lakes with this sword on his back.

He still remembers his mother's reluctant eyes, and also remembers the oath he made to that gentle and graceful girl.

"After I become famous, I will definitely marry you in a grand manner."

But the cruelty of Jiang Hu far exceeded his imagination. He didn't have any supernatural skills, and his talents were only ordinary, and he was not favored at all.

No one accepted him when he went to the famous mountain Daze to learn art from a teacher, at most he could only be a handyman disciple.

With a proud heart, he didn't want to waste time, and took the initiative to walk in the rivers and lakes. When he saw someone molesting a girl, he jumped out and accused him righteously.

But he was easily interrupted with the sword, and was even seriously injured, watching the person who injured him walk away.

The grief and indignation in his heart was hard to express, he came to Wushuang City with difficulty after being hit hard, and wanted to learn from the Lord of Wushuang, but he couldn't even enter the door because he was dressed in rags, and was directly thrown out by the servants of the Lord of Wushuang.

In Wushuang City, he almost became a beggar, and finally outside Wushuang City, suffering from various illnesses, he swallowed his last breath.

Before he died, he held the wooden sword firmly in his hand. His last pride was also his last stubbornness.

"What a miserable baby."

Tang Xuanming sat up from the ground, his tattered beggar-like attire made him scratch his head, and the pain between his skinny arms and chest made him frown even more.

It was a hidden wound left by a martial artist punching him in the chest when he was walking in the rivers and lakes while he was fighting for righteousness.

"This is really embarrassing, start with a wooden sword."

It was the first time that Tang Xuanming encountered such a low-profile incarnation, actually falling into the body of a dead boy.

He adjusted his appearance a little, washed his face by a small river, looked at the reflection in the river, and was stunned for a while.

"The appearance is still quite handsome, but the person is too stupid, cough...cough..."

It was just one sentence, but it also involved the hidden injury of the lungs. The martial artist who hurt him was merciless, and directly injured the lung meridians of this young man who couldn't even know three-legged cat kung fu.

An extremely vicious mind will cause the young man to die amid poverty and illness, and the young man has endured for half a year, making his injuries worse and worse. Unless he has the help of top martial arts masters, it will be difficult for him to survive.

Now, this has become a difficult problem for Tang Xuanming.

(End of this chapter)