Immortal Martial God

If you use one word to describe the stronghold of gale, it is chaos!

If you use two words to describe it, it's too messy!

There is not only no ruler, no iron law, nor even a power group in this damned place.

It can be said that the people who live in the stronghold of gale are all independent individuals, and there is no backer behind them, and there is no organization or clan of their own.

The only thing they can rely on is their own fists and their own swords.

If we didn't know the situation here in advance, Xiang Nan thought that Fengfeng fortress was a battlefield.

Because when they flew over, the whole windy fortress was filled with smoke, explosions were everywhere, and people were fighting everywhere.

Few decent people would like to come to this kind of ghost place, because you can't compete for territory here. There is no such thing as territory.

You can't gather your own power here, because there is no power here.

People who have committed felonies, who have been chased by enemies, who simply pursue the pleasure of fighting, and who have distorted and abnormal psychology, all gather here.

The setting sun shakes his strong body and laughs: "grass, is he really strong! The realm of wusheng Yizhong is really easy to use! "

Xiang Nan smiles.

Xiangnan gave all 452 pieces of lower level Holy Spirit stones to Canyang, and borrowed 56 pieces from Liuhua. A total of 508 pieces of lower level Holy Spirit stones were collected, and finally Canyang was promoted to wusheng.

Some people may think that it's so easy to get a wusheng. It only takes 500 pieces of lower level Holy Spirit stones to build a wusheng.

But what they don't know is what Xiang Nan's more than 400 Holy Spirit stones were bought in exchange for. He killed hundreds of martial arts saints and golden blood fierce beasts in the secret place, and finally got them.

In fact, the price of getting these holy spirit stones is much higher than pushing the setting sun to be a martial saint.

The reason why Xiang Nan didn't let Xiao Jun and Yuan Meng absorb these holy spirit stones is that the two men's realm is too low. If they are directly promoted to wusheng, they will cross several long realms, which is not a good thing.

It's like a person who today is a child of four or five years old, but tomorrow has the power of an adult, and his mastery of this power will be very bad.

Xiao Jun and Yuan Meng must be steadily promoted, so that they can constantly adapt to the state of each realm.

This involves another problem, that is, the control of power.

If a person only has power, but does not know how to control this power perfectly, he will never become a real master.

But the setting sun, there is no such problem, his physical quality is against the sky, and his realm, the distance from the martial saint is not so big.

In the chaotic street, four people are fighting ahead.

There are many knives and swords crisscrossing and shooting everywhere.

On the side of the street, the strong men who drink and eat meat in small stalls, holding wine bowls and not looking back, clap off a sword with their backhand. They talk and laugh as before, and are natural and unrestrained.

Obviously, the people here have fully adapted to this kind of life.

A defeated warrior, flying backwards towards Xiang Nan, bumped into them.

The setting sun stretched out the big palm of the basin, slapped the flying warrior out.

Another warrior was repulsed, and the setting sun stretched out his long leg, which was several meters long, and pushed the man to the ground with one foot.

There are still two people in the fight, the setting sun curled his mouth and strode over, holding one person in his left hand. The big fist of casserole hit him face to face with a blow, which collapsed half of the warrior's face and lay on the ground dying.

Another warrior sees this, jumps up, shines on the setting sun, on the shoulder is a sword!

The setting sun grabs the long sword with one hand and breaks it with two hands. The long sword is broken into two pieces.

"Fuck your grandma!" The setting sun scolds, a fist takes out on the belly of that warrior, beat that warrior to kneel on the ground and vomit ceaselessly.

Strictly speaking, Canyang is a man who is jealous of evil, but he doesn't know how to be a good man, and he doesn't know how to do it. That's the so-called chivalry.

He lives in a simple world of killing. Every day he sees a warrior licking blood with a knife. As a result, the only way he can imagine to deal with the wicked is to resort to violence.

As a result, the sun, who is jealous of evil, is more like a villain.

Xiang Nan knew that when the setting sun betrayed the guild, he was going to be thrown into the windy fortress, but he refused. He preferred to fight like a beast in the Colosseum to make the audience happy.

I don't want to come to the stronghold of gale and join with these inhuman beasts.

Because the setting sun said: I am a good person, they are bad people, I am different from them.

The setting sun wiped the blood on his fist and said to Xiang Nan, "do you have to come to such a place to hide filth? I really can't stay here for a day.""Look at these sons of bitches, which one is not covered with blood, which one is not the bastard who has raped and killed a good woman."

"Hands covered with blood." The blue sky looks at the blood on the hand of the setting sun.

As the sun was wiping, he said: "black boy, pay attention to your words. The blood on my hand is from bad guys."

Blue sky light said: "you speak also give me attention, I am not what black boy, my name is blue sky."

"Grass The setting sun waves his big fist, shines on the blue sky and smashes it on his face.

The blue sky was hit hard by a heart beating fist. It rolled forty or fifty times in a row before it barely got up.

And the whole right arm of the setting sun, also become dry, but the blue sky mercilessly, did not give him complete desertification, but the right arm of the setting sun into a stone carving general existence.

"Hey, my grass." That setting sun Eye Bead son a stare: "son of a rabbit, can! I have to tear you up today. "

The blue sky looked up and sneered, "come on, I'll let you go with the wind."

Xiang Nan said, "that's enough!"

They just stopped, but they were still angry with each other.

Xiang Nan said with a cold face: "this is the first time and the last time. In my team, internal fighting is strictly prohibited."

"If you do it again, get out of my team. That's my bottom line."

For Xiang Nan's words, blue sky is absolutely obedient. He knows Xiang Nan's character very well and follows Xiang Nan wholeheartedly.

The setting sun didn't say anything. He thought Xiang Nan was a cool man. He gave him five hundred Holy Spirit stones without blinking his eyes. Such a man was happy and didn't show any affectation.

Do things with such people, and do not hold back.

Xiang Nan looked at the two and said, "disagreements are all trivial matters. It's just a matter of harmony."

"If you are afraid of different ways, you will not be able to work together. You are both good natured, but you are not good at communicating with others."

"Is he a good man?" The setting sun points to the nose of the blue sky and asks.

Xiang Nan said, "yes."

Canyang nodded: "OK, if you say yes, I believe you."

"That black boy, I was just impulsive. I apologize to you."

Blue sky tidied up her clothes and said, "I'm also reckless. I apologize to you." The setting sun suddenly disappeared. At this time, he was embracing Dali Da's shoulder and said, "young man, you are two meters higher than me. What are you? Do you want to fight with me? Let's see who is strong."