Simultaneous time travel: From Japanese comics to American comics

The regular meeting in the Soul Palace begins.

Chu Yang from other worlds explained the situation to Chu Yang from the martial arts world, and then everyone shared their recent memories and abilities.

According to the plan, Pirate Chu Yang found the bloodline factor technology and successfully isolated some bloodline factors with wood escape characteristics. The Hokage Chuyang will use this technology to extract the required bloodline factors from the bloodline retained by the Otsutsuki clan. .

Then you can try to create the blood factor of the Six Paths Immortal.

Chu Yang, the Hokage, has learned the immortal mode.

Coupled with the blood factor of the Sage of Six Paths, the Sage of Six Paths mode can be perfectly reproduced.

In addition, Hokage Chu Yang has another idea.

"I want to see if the blood factor technology can extract part of the tailed beast's chakra from the Jinchūriki."

"If successful, we can fuse these chakras and create our own Ten-Tails chakra."

This idea was very interesting and immediately aroused everyone's discussion.

Magic Chu Yang said: "Theoretically, it should be possible. The tailed beast itself is obtained by splitting the ten-tailed chakra, and different characteristics correspond to different tailed beasts."

"The crux of the problem is that fusion may consume a huge amount of chakra. After all, the tailed beast chakra we received from the jinchūriki is incomplete and must be replenished to ensure the success rate of fusion."

Death God Chu Yang reminded: "This plan will be put on hold for now. The most important thing now is to find a way to get the Six Paths Sage mode."

"Kisuke Urahara's training for me is almost over. Soon I will follow Ichigo and the others into Soul Society."

"I haven't had the experience of fighting a captain-level Shinigami at full strength, so I'm not sure how useful the Sage Mode can be."

"Six Paths Sage Mode is a very important insurance for me."

Hokage Chu Yang nodded.

Magic Chu Yang asked: "Will Urahara Kisuke's training for you help you sense your own Zanpakutō?"

Death God Chu Yang sighed and said: "The effect is there, but I am not Kurosaki Ichigo. I can't do things similar to him. I have to take the conventional route and join the Death God camp to build my Zanpakutō."

Magical Chu Yang reminded: "You must make use of your knowledge and experience to avoid difficult opponents as much as possible!"

"Yamamoto Genryanagi Sai Shigekuni, Aizen Soyousuke, Kyoraku Shunsui, Unohana Retsu, Zaraki Kenpachi... these are the ones you need to avoid."

"Others can feel free to fight boldly."

The God of Death, Chu Yang, scratched his head and laughed at himself: "Counting this, there are not many that I have a chance of winning."

Demon Slayer Chu Yang suddenly said: "Regarding the breath of the source, I have gained some insights recently. You can experience it after you go back. It may be helpful."

Pirate Chu Yang also said: "Although I have been busy studying bloodline factor technology during this period, I have not fallen behind in the practice of domineering, so don't worry."

Death God Chu Yang nodded repeatedly and said, "I know the intentions of the brothers. They were just joking. I am very confident about the journey to the Soul Society."

Marvel Chu Yang suddenly said: "The core of Immortal Mode is the balance of the three energies of body, spirit, and nature."

"There shouldn't be natural energy in Soul Society, right? Isn't everything there made of spirit children?"

"How do you use sage mode in this case?"

Death God Chu Yang was stunned.

He hasn't thought about this issue yet.

Marvel Chu Yang patted him on the shoulder and comforted him: "When you get back, quickly practice how to use spirit seeds to build a new immortal mode."

Death God Chu Yang suddenly fell into deep thought.

Marvel Chu Yang turned to look at Magic Chu Yang and asked: "Can the three unforgivable curses be cast with the current level of wandless spellcasting?"

Magical Chu Yang shook his head, "Not yet, I can only cast some simple spells."

Marvel's Chu Yang felt a little regretful. He thought that if his wandless spellcasting barely reached the level of being able to cast the Soul Imperius Curse, then he would consider joining S.H.I.E.L.D.

If he could use the Imperius Curse to control the top brass of Hydra, he would get a lot of help.

Everyone chatted for a while, and then returned to their own worlds.

…

The world of martial arts.

The steel knife in front of him hit Chu Yang's head within 0.01 seconds. As he opened his eyes, black lightning invisible to ordinary people began to fly wildly, and a terrifying force swept around him.

Overlord and domineering.

The little guy rolled his eyes and fell straight in front of Chu Yang.

Not only him, but all the thugs in the entire street were affected by the overbearing color, and they all fainted in an instant.

The macho man with three big bumps on his head felt like he was suddenly hit on the head. He just reached out and touched the back of his head, rolled his eyes, and fainted.

He lasted two seconds longer than his younger brother.

As for the stupid big man who directed the disaster to Chu Yang, unexpectedly he did not fall down, but leaned precariously on a pillar.

"Why are you so dizzy all of a sudden?" The silly man muttered to himself, looking like he wanted to vomit but couldn't.

"You brat, you almost killed me." Chu Yang walked up to him and stared at him with gritted teeth.

"Brother, I'm sorry..." The stupid man pointed his hands at Chu Yang's side and apologized. Apparently he was so dizzy that he couldn't tell the difference between east, west and north.

"No need to apologize, let's retaliate." Chu Yang smiled, and then directly knocked him unconscious with the stupid man's blank eyes.

Chu Yang groped around him and found out all the money and valuables, even the fur coat he was wearing.

"It's a great mercy to leave you a set of clothes. Next time, be smarter and don't involve innocent people. Not everyone is as lucky as me."

Chu Yang glanced at him, and then walked towards the members of the "Love Burial Family" with exaggerated hairstyles.

"You have no grievances, but you can kill passers-by. You don't think you are a kind person." Chu Yang picked up the steel knife from the ground and casually slashed the throat of one of them, "Then don't blame me for having grievances. Take revenge!"

After saying this, Chu Yang took the steel knife and walked forward.

In an instant, the entire street was filled with blood.

Chu Yang looked indifferent.

What happened today, if it were any ordinary citizen, he would die at the hands of these people without any accident.

Chu Yang didn't have any psychological burden at all by killing them.

When Chu Yang killed the last person left, the guy with three bumps on his head suddenly got up from the ground and walked as fast as flying.

He had some foundation in Qinggong, but he wasn't that great. He ran for a while without leaving Chu Yang's field of vision.

Chu Yang threw the steel knife, and with the blessing of arrogant power, no matter how ordinary the weapon was, it became a murderous weapon for the king of hell to kill him.

The man who was escaping heard the sound of breaking through the air behind him. When he looked back, he saw a steel knife approaching from far away, with a very familiar style.

It’s over!

As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, the steel knife passed through his body. The terrifying power of the steel knife even took him flying up. As a result, he and the knife were nailed to the wall of the street.

Chu Yang walked slowly and looked up at him.

"If you... kill me today, my senior brother... will not let you go."

The macho brother left a harsh word, his neck creaked as he tilted his neck, and his eyes widened, full of unwillingness.

"So? Who is your senior brother? Who could have predicted half of it?"

Chu Yang shook his head helplessly and said: "You were obviously the one who wanted to kill me first, and then you were killed by me. It's just karma. You don't even have this awareness when you come out, which is disappointing..."

Blood flowed down the wall, and when it almost reached Chu Yang's feet, Chu Yang walked away, directly past the angry-eyed corpse.

As expected, people from the government will arrive soon, and Chu Yang has already left the stupid guy as a scapegoat.

If the stupid guy is lucky enough, he might be able to leave before the officials come.

The term scapegoat is not absolute.

After a while, Chu Yang, wearing a fur coat, came to the Tutu Temple and searched around but could not find the little beggar.

After asking the beggars nearby, Chu Yang found out that the little beggar didn't live here at all.

He lied to himself.

But Chu Yang can also understand.

People with unusual orientations may find it uncomfortable to gather with other people.

After giving away some food, Chu Yang left the Earth Temple.

He searched around the city, but there was still no whereabouts of the little beggar.

At dusk, Chu Yang came to the restaurant to listen to books and eat as usual, but he still didn't see the little beggar. Originally, Chu Yang wanted to share the joy of having the plug-in arrive in his account with the little beggar, but he didn't expect that this kid actually lost contact.

"Such a big table of food, no one shared it, all went into my stomach, it's really..."

"It's so cool!"

People are in high spirits during happy events, Chu Yang feasted happily, what a little beggar, crawl for me!

Chu Yang, who was in a happy mood, was surprisingly quiet while listening to books today. Even when he heard outrageous stories, he could remain calm.

"Since the last time the Northern and Southern Beggar Clan competed at Yanmen Pass, the world of the Northern and Southern Song Dynasties has become much quieter."

"However, the Ming Dynasty, which bordered the Northern and Southern Song Dynasties, was in turmoil."

"The two major demon sects in the Ming Dynasty, the Ming Sect and the Sun and Moon Sect, have always been in conflict over doctrinal issues, and there have been constant disputes among their disciples."

"Just a few days ago, Yang Xiao of the Ming Sect and Xiang Wentian of the Sun and Moon Sect had a big fight. Both of them are the left envoys of light in their respective sects, and their status can be said to be lower than that of one person and higher than ten thousand people."

"Their fight brought the dispute between the two religions to the forefront again."

"As for the cause, it seems to be because of a female disciple named Ji Xiaofu from Mount Emei's Miejie Shitai."

"And this Fairy Ji Xiaofu is said to be the fiancée of Yin Liuxia of Yin Liting in Wudang Mountain. She has been missing for many years..."

Chu Yang was stunned when he heard this!

The Ming Cult versus the Sun and Moon Cult?

"It's okay if the Southern Song Dynasty and the Northern Song Dynasty became two countries. Now even the Ming Dynasty has come to join in the fun..."

"Qiao Feng is in The Legend of the Condor Heroes and The Legend of the Condor Heroes, Hong Qigong is in The Legend of the Condor Heroes and The Legend of the Condor Heroes, Yang Xiao is in The Legend of Heaven and the Dragon Slayer, and Xiang Wentian is in The Swordsman."

"The entire northwest of Shanxi is in chaos!"

Just when Chu Yang returned home, the stupid man who almost killed him was taken to a mansion at night.

The stupid guy opened his eyes and saw a vicious-looking bald man staring at him.

It startled him!

"Who are you?"

"Who am I? You killed my junior brother and four apprentices. Who do you think I am?"

"Junior brother and apprentice? You mean Hou Tonghai and the Four Ghosts of the Yellow River? I didn't kill them!"

"You still dare to quibble? They are here just for you, how could they die in the hands of others!"

"I really didn't kill him!"

The stupid guy kept defending, but he was too stupid.

Over and over again, he would tell me that it was not me, but the bald man would not listen at all.

The bald man sneered: "Guo Jing! First you ruined the prince's plan to assassinate Temujin in Mongolia, and now you killed my junior brother and apprentice, Sha Tongtian. I will not forgive you no matter what!"

"I will keep you in the palace and torture you slowly, making you live a life worse than death! To relieve my hatred!"

After saying that, Sha Tongtian asked his servants to drag Guo Jing away!

"Old Sha, I don't think that silly boy is lying."

The person standing next to Sha Tongtian and talking was his good friend, Peng Lianhu, the "Thousand-Handed Man-Slayer" who was also one of the five masters under Wanyan Honglie.

Peng Lianhu said: "Hou Tonghai and the Yellow River Four Ghosts are not bad in martial arts. Even if they can't beat this guy, they will never be killed by him."

"I have seen the wounds. The Yellow River Four Ghosts were all killed by a knife in the throat, and Hou Tonghai was pierced through the chest by a steel knife and nailed to the wall. It only took one move, and there were no other external injuries."

"Even if it were you and me, I'm afraid it would be difficult to do this, right?"

Peng Lianhu's words shocked Sha Tongtian!

He has always been irritable, and when he was furious, he would not think about the problem at all, but after listening to Peng Lianhu's analysis, he realized the seriousness of the matter.

Let's not talk about the apprentice for now. Although the martial arts of his junior brother Hou Tonghai are not very good, he can always survive a few moves in his hands, and he is not completely powerless to fight back...

"Is it really someone else who did it?"

Sha Tongtian was full of doubts, wondering when he had provoked such a master.

Peng Lianhu said earnestly: "Don't touch that kid for now. If he has contact with the murderer, as long as he is here, the murderer will show up sooner or later."

"As long as we enter the palace, we will ask Master Lingzhi for help, and we will definitely be able to take him down!"

The more Sha Tongtian listened, the more he felt that what Peng Lianhu said made sense, and he nodded repeatedly.

Guo Jing, who was imprisoned in the dungeon of the palace, felt more and more wronged. He really didn't kill anyone.

But there was no one else at the scene except him.

Suddenly, a figure flashed through Guo Jing's mind.

The scholar in a long gown who seemed to be powerless!

"Although I accidentally implicated you, you took my money, took off my coat, and even framed me!"

"Bad guy, don't let me find you!"

Guo Jing, who couldn't even curse, immediately shed tears of grievance.

After surviving the disaster, Chu Yang's life did not change much. He still taught during the day and listened to books at night.

In the past, Chu Yang only went to the restaurant occasionally to listen to books.

But since Xiao Huang suddenly disappeared, he started to go to the restaurant more frequently.

Chu Yang would habitually order a table of food and wait from dusk until dark.

He was thinking, what if one day while eating, a certain stinky boy suddenly appeared from the corner...

But Xiao Huang was not seen for several days.

He just disappeared from the world, as if he had never appeared in this city.

"The stinky boy usually has such a bad mouth and is so mean, could he offend someone, be beaten to death, and thrown into the stinky ditch?"

The more Chu Yang thought about it, the more he felt it was possible. When Xiao Huang joked with him, he was always disrespectful.

He didn't think there was any problem with getting along with him with the thinking of modern people, but other people, especially those with status, would definitely not accept it.

If he bumped into a noble, the end can be imagined.

In ancient times when human life was worthless, beggars like Xiao Huang, let alone one death, even if hundreds of them died, no one would care.

"Even if I report to the authorities, they may not care about the life and death of a little beggar. I have to rely on myself to find someone."

After traveling to this world for so long, Chu Yang can only find Xiao Huang, who can be called a friend. It is difficult for him to stand by and watch.

The world views of modern people and ancient people are not the same. It is more difficult for Chu Yang to find someone to talk to than to win the lottery.

If Xiao Huang really dies, Chu Yang will have to return to the dilemma of no one to communicate with for a long time.

It is a very terrifying thing to enter the spiritual desert again.

After a quick dinner, Chu Yang went to the land temple in the east of the city again. Although Xiao Huang was not there, most of the beggars in the city gathered in this place.

In terms of the ability to find people, the disciples of the Beggars' Gang are second, and no force dares to claim to be the first.

As soon as Chu Yang entered the temple, he smelled the oncoming stench, which made him almost vomit his dinner.

"Mr. Chu."

The beggars in the temple were all brightened when they saw Chu Yang.

They swarmed out and soon surrounded Chu Yang.

The beggars in the land temple were familiar with Chu Yang, because this "Mr. Chu" often gave them food and was one of the kindest people in the beggars' hearts.

Chu Yang did not disappoint them and bought a lot of delicious food on the way. After all, it was a bit embarrassing to come empty-handed to ask someone to do something for him.

After throwing roast chicken buns and a bunch of fancy food to the beggars, Chu Yang began to explain his purpose.

Hearing that Chu Yang was looking for someone, the beggars took out the momentum of the Beggars' Sect disciples, swept away their usual lazy appearance, and became extremely serious.

"Mr. Chu, don't worry, as long as the person you are looking for is still in the territory of the Southern Song Dynasty, we will find him even if we dig three feet into the ground."

The person in charge of the land temple was a six-bag disciple named Dayong, who made a solemn promise and patted his chest loudly.

"Then I'll leave it to you."

Chu Yang bowed his hands to the beggars in the temple and behaved very politely. As a famous teacher from all over the country, he gave these disciples of the beggar gang enough face.

Dayong smiled from ear to ear. After his vanity was satisfied, he became particularly concerned about this matter.

Before Chu Yang left, Dayong began to order his Beggar Clan disciples to go out and look for people.

The beggars dispersed in a hurry, and the Tutu Temple immediately became deserted.

Finding someone is not something that can be done in a short while. Seeing this, Chu Yang stopped staying and left the Earth Temple before it got dark.

Three days later, in the early morning, when Chu Yang was having morning classes, there was a sudden knock on the door outside the hospital.

Chu Yang opened the door and saw that the person coming was Dayong.

However, Dayong was not as confident as he seemed before. He whispered solemnly: "Mr. Chu, we have found the man, but... the situation is not optimistic."

Chu Yang frowned and said, "Brother Dayong, what do you mean?"

Dayong took a deep breath and explained: "Brothers in the gang, based on the clues you provided, traces of your friend were found. He seems to have been held hostage by a young master."

"Originally, those brothers planned to help you rescue the person, but that young man was very good at martial arts. The brothers were no match for him, and they were all injured..."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Chu, it's because we are not strong enough to help you."

Chu Yang didn't say anything more, but turned around and entered the room, took out a money bag, and stuffed it directly into Dayong's arms.

Dayong opened the bag and was shocked when he saw the rich money inside. He quickly handed the money bag back and said, "I can't help you, Mr. Chu. I'm already ashamed that I couldn't help you rescue your friend. How could I get so much money?" !”

Chu Yang pushed his hand back, shook his head and said, "Take it and show the injuries to the brothers. We are about to survive the winter. If there are injuries on their bodies, they may not be able to survive it."

"Treat them well and don't let them get to the root of the disease."

Dayong's eyes immediately turned red, and he put the money bag back tremblingly, "Mr. Chu, you are a good person. I thank you on behalf of the brothers. However, don't worry, I will find a way to ask the chief helmsman for help in this matter." of."

"No need to bother." Chu Yang shook his head and said, "Tell me all the news about Xiao Huang, and I will handle the rest by myself."

Dayong became anxious and tried to persuade him: "Mr. Chu, please don't be impulsive. That man is really a master. You, a weak scholar, cannot defeat him."

Chu Yang smiled and said: "I'm not that stupid. I will ask others to take action when the time comes."

Dayong didn't know if Chu Yang knew any other masters, but seeing how confident he was, he stopped trying to persuade him.

"The person who kidnapped your friend does not look like a master of the martial arts in the Central Plains. His martial arts moves have a bit of a shadow from the Western Regions."

"Now they are in a palace in Yanjing City..."

Dayong explained the specific situation, and Chu Yang felt more and more strange the more he listened.

It stands to reason that if Xiao Huang offends someone, he will most likely be killed on the spot. What master would abduct a little beggar so far away?

"Damn it, are these two people having an emotional dispute?"

"Probably not a serious expert..."

Chu Yang subconsciously imagined a wonderful male-male drama, and then he shook his spirit fiercely, feeling a chill in his heart.

"Fuck, suddenly I don't want to save him anymore..."

The next day, Chu Yang finished his last class and announced to the students the school's decision to take a holiday.

Cheers rang out, and there was another burst of excitement in the yard.

Seeing how happy they were, Chu Yang also smiled happily, so he immediately assigned a lot of holiday homework to ensure that the flowers of the motherland could spend every day to the fullest.

The cheers stopped suddenly, and the naughty children were stunned, and then cried with joy.

Chu Yang smiled and nodded, then opened the door and left with satisfaction.

Yanjing City is within the territory of the Jin Kingdom and is the capital of the Jin Kingdom.

It is far away from the small Southern Song Dynasty town where Chu Yang is located.

In this messy fusion world, the geographical map is completely different from the map in Chu Yang's memory. The geographical knowledge he learned before has no reference value.

Maps were a rare thing in ancient times. Chu Yang searched the whole town but couldn't find a complete map.

In the end, the storyteller at the restaurant gave Chu Yang a somewhat worn parchment map.

This map accompanied Mr. Storyteller on his travels, and it was a bit swollen to the touch. Those with slightly poor eyesight may not be able to see clearly the words marked on the map.

Chu Yang sighed, took the map and prepared to hit the road.

In fact, Chu Yang wasn't worried about the map being blurry. He was going to fly there anyway, as long as the reference objects were roughly correct.

Taking advantage of the late night, Chu Yang used the super light and heavy rock technique to fly high into the sky. No one noticed him in the dark night sky.

Looking down from a high altitude, the scene is very similar to that map, giving it a hazy feeling.

In half a stick of incense, Chu Yang had reached the border of the Southern Song Dynasty and saw a majestic border pass.

Further ahead is the territory of the Kingdom of Jin.

Chu Yang crossed the border and quickly arrived in the Kingdom of Jin. He saw cities one after another, but he didn't feel like he was "going abroad" because there was no difference between the two sides in terms of architectural styles.

Flying along the direction guided by the map, Yanjing City soon appeared in front of Chu Yang.

Compared with the small Southern Song Dynasty city where I lived before, the Yanjing City in front of me was more than ten times larger. From a distance, it looked like an ancient ferocious beast dormant on the earth.

Even late at night, the city is still brightly lit and looks very prosperous.

People in Jin don’t seem to pay much attention to curfews.

The bright Yanjing City made it difficult for Chu Yang to settle down. After flying around the city, Chu Yang landed in the relatively quiet north of the city.

This seemed to be an area where civilians gathered, and it was far less bright than other places.

The people work at sunrise and rest at sundown, and everything is quiet.

"There are many dignitaries living in Yanjing, and there are more than one palace. Where is that guy Xiao Huang?"

"It's late at night now, and most people are sleeping. Seeing, smelling, and seeing have no effect. I can't feel anything..."

"Forget it, find a place to sleep and talk about it tomorrow."

Chu Yang was walking alone on the street, and the surroundings were very quiet.

Only the sound of the watchman came intermittently.

After leaving the north of the city, the surrounding light suddenly became much brighter, and Chu Yang heard more sounds of hawking.

"We are selling wontons~~~hot wontons!"

"Roasted meat, fresh mutton, deer meat, fish, five cents a skewer!"

"Delicious noodle soup, eight cents a bowl!"

Looking around, the streets are almost full of stalls selling midnight snacks.

As Chu Yang walked by, he suddenly felt like he was in a modern night market.

"Food is the most important thing for people. No matter what era, the smoke of fireworks is the most soothing thing."

Chu Yang sighed with emotion, sat down at a stall selling wontons, and ordered a bowl of wontons.

Smelling the fragrant wontons, Chu Yang moved his index fingers and lowered his head to start making them.

After flying all night, he was already hungry.

Just when Chu Yang was immersed in eating wontons, two figures walked up not far away. After looking around, they stood next to the wonton stall.

The wonton stall is not big, just a small table and a few benches.

It can seat three people, but it's a bit crowded.

So the two people stared at Chu Yang, preparing to wait for him to finish eating before sitting down.

"Staff, please bring two bowls of wontons!"

The person who spoke was a middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of voice. His temples were gray, and his face was criss-crossed with wrinkles and scars. He told a story at first glance.

Next to the middle-aged man is a young girl. She is quite good-looking. She is not delicate in appearance, but rather delicate and somewhat heroic, with bright eyes and white teeth.

What really attracts people's attention is this girl's figure, which is curved forward and backward, and has two long legs.

The owner of the wonton stall looked straight.

The young girl seemed to be aware of the boss's gaze, and shook the luggage beside her, and there was a ping-pong-pong collision sound inside.

The boss subconsciously looked at the luggage.

There were obviously many weapons inside, and the light was cold and cold.

The boss's scalp was numb, his neck shrunk, he didn't dare to look any further, he lowered his head and cooked wontons honestly.

When Chu Yang saw this, the corners of his mouth raised slightly. The little girl was quite good-looking and had quite a bad temper.

"Boss, have another bowl."

As soon as Chu Yang finished speaking, he felt that the young girl standing next to him was a little unhappy.

"You don't have to leave quickly after you finish eating. You don't have to worry about being full after eating so much at night."

The young girl whispered, but every word fell into Chu Yang's ears.

"I'm sorry, I'm really not hungry after a bowl of wontons. I have a big appetite." Chu Yang turned around and smiled.

Hearing this, the young girl's eyes suddenly widened.

She just spoke very quietly, and it was impossible for ordinary people to hear her.

"Oops~"

Soon, the young girl's fair and pretty face turned red, and even her ears felt hot.

Chu Yang moved the bench and said, "If you two don't mind, you can sit down together."

The middle-aged man glared at the young girl angrily, then clasped his fists at Chu Yang and said, "My little girl is still young, and she speaks without restraint. I hope this brother won't take it to heart."

Chu Yang chuckled and said, "It doesn't matter."

The middle-aged man smiled and sat next to Chu Yang naturally, not forgetting to turn back and glance at his daughter.

Although she didn't speak, the girl felt her father's scolding eyes and quickly sat down with her head lowered and said sorry.

Chu Yang politely replied that it didn't matter, he didn't take it to heart at all.

"My little brother looks like he should be a scholar, but I didn't expect him to be so handsome and talented. You really can't tell the difference between a person and a person."

The middle-aged man felt that Chu Yang's five senses were so sharp that he must be a martial artist and his strength was not bad.

"This big brother is ridiculous. I only know some basic boxing and kicking skills."

After saying that, Chu Yang focused on eating wontons, causing the middle-aged man who originally wanted to say a few polite words to silently silence himself and also lower his head to eat.

While eating, the girl secretly looked at Chu Yang. This gentle scholar did not look like a master.

Before the girl could take a few more glances, Chu Yang finished the wontons in the bowl, paid the bill, and left without looking back.

"Dad, is that man really a master?" Looking at Chu Yang's leaving figure, the girl didn't believe it.

The middle-aged man frowned and said hesitantly: "She should be a master. That young man gave me a very strange feeling, but I can't say what's strange about it..."

The girl was confused.

The middle-aged man shook his head and laughed: "Whether he is a master or not has nothing to do with me. If I have this time, I might as well think about tomorrow's martial arts competition to recruit a bride."

The words "fighting to recruit a bride" caused a faint sadness to flash in the girl's eyes.

After eating and drinking enough, Chu Yang found an inn and had a good sleep.

Early the next morning, he went around the city of Yanjing to find out information about the palace.

Dayong only said that Xiao Huang was abducted into a prince's house.

He didn't specify which palace it was.

But Chu Yang quickly identified the target.

Because he heard a familiar name while trying to find out the news.

Zhao Palace.

Wanyan Honglie.

As the initiator of the plot line of The Legend of the Condor Heroes, Wanyan Honglie is a very important character.

There are many martial artists in Zhao Palace who can be called masters. In the whole Yanjing City, only people from Zhao Palace can hurt so many Beggars' Sect disciples.

As for who Xiao Huang offended, it is not important now.

In order to rescue Xiao Huang, Chu Yang has to go to Zhao Palace in person.

In broad daylight, the palace must be heavily guarded, but Chu Yang doesn't care.

Even if he breaks in by force, he can guarantee that he can come and go freely.

None of the so-called masters in Zhao Palace can match him.

After asking a few passers-by on the road and confirming the location of Zhao Palace, Chu Yang immediately set off and headed to the center of Yanjing City along the bustling streets.

After passing through several alleys, the street ahead suddenly became lively.

The common people didn't know what they were looking at, and they were crowded together, blocking the road.

Chu Yang smacked his lips, and suddenly understood why Thanos snapped his fingers.

He stood on tiptoe and looked at the sea of ​​people in front of him. He was thinking about how to get out, and then he heard a scream.

I saw a figure fall heavily on the open space in front of Chu Yang, like a fish that accidentally jumped ashore, fluttering violently, grimacing in pain.

"My goodness, what kind of acrobatics are you doing?"

Chu Yang looked up and saw a ring in front of him, with a flag on it, fluttering in the wind, and four big words written on the flag.

Martial arts competition to recruit a bride!

And this guy lying on the ground was obviously kicked off the ring.

It seems that he won't recover unless he lies down for ten days or half a month.

And on the ring, the winner was actually a bald monk.

"So hard? Are all the monks here?"

"Now the gender ratio is very unbalanced. Monks are afraid of not being able to find wives..."

Chu Yang shook his head and sighed. He didn't expect that he would have to worry about the birth rate in ancient times.

The martial arts competition is so risky. Wouldn't it be better for everyone to sit down in a restaurant and talk about life?

What a mess!

It's better to compare gifts than martial arts.

The big monk stood on the ring and shouted wildly: "Who else?!"

Chu Yang was amazed. This master is really a man of temperament. He must be smoking and drinking.

After waiting for a while, the crowd of people watching the excitement had no intention of dispersing. Chu Yang planned to take a detour. If he squeezed hard, it would be like a tank running over this group of people.

At this moment, a young man with gorgeous clothes and handsome appearance suddenly appeared in the crowd. He took two steps at a time, jumped up, stepped on the shoulders of passers-by, and rushed straight to the ring, as if he was going to participate in this martial arts competition.

The handsome face of the young man, coupled with such a cool appearance, attracted everyone's attention.

Even the girl who was fighting for a husband on the ring was stunned.

A proud look flashed across the young man's eyes. He liked the feeling of being the center of attention.

The next second.

His feet sank, as if he was hung by a heavy burden.

His graceful figure came to an abrupt stop, and a teasing voice rang in his ears at the same time.

"You can pretend if you want to, but what's wrong with stepping on my head?"

Chu Yang grabbed the young man's ankle, his face full of unhappiness.

If he hadn't been quick, this guy would have stepped on his head and flew onto the ring.

The handsome guy was embarrassed.

Now one of his feet was held by Chu Yang, and the other foot was on the shoulder of an old lady who was watching the fun.

Not only was the old lady not angry, she also looked up and smiled at him, with affectionate eyes, like some crazy fans.

The handsome guy shuddered, put away his foot that was stepping on the old lady, and kicked Chu Yang in the face.

Chu Yang held his ankle while raising his elbow and pushed forward with his elbow towards the toe that was kicking.

With the powerful force, Chu Yang's elbow was not much different from a battering ram. The moment the handsome guy kicked, there was a click and his whole foot suddenly lost consciousness.

The severe pain turned the handsome guy into a pretty boy. Not only was his face pale, but even his breathing became rapid.

Chu Yang smiled and threw him to the ground with force. The pretty boy felt dizzy.

This man was extremely cruel. With Chu Yang's temper, he would definitely deal with him.

Just when the pretty boy was about to land, two people rushed out of the crowd, one was a lama wearing a red robe, and the other was a white-haired old man.

Trumpet chopped Chu Yang's wrist with a cymbal, while the old man shot several strange-shaped nails with his bare hands, aiming directly at Chu Yang's chest.

The two attacked Chu Yang's gap at the same time, trying to force Chu Yang back and save the little white face.

"Be careful!"

The girl on the ring saw Chu Yang's face and remembered what happened at the wonton stall last night, and couldn't help but remind him.

What she didn't expect was that the young man dressed as a scholar didn't have the slightest intention of retreating. Facing the sneak attack, he chose to smash the man in his hand to the ground!

Boom! ! !

The little white face spurted a large mouthful of blood and almost fainted from the pain!

What a cruel person!

Everyone present felt a chill in their hearts.

At the same time, the cymbals and nails hit Chu Yang's body.

This scholar is dead!

The girl subconsciously had this thought in her heart.

Not only her, but everyone else present had the same idea.

However, the moment the cymbal hit Chu Yang's wrist, Lama's face changed.

From the feedback from the cymbal, he felt that he didn't hit a human body, but a piece of extremely hard diamond.

This slash made his entire right arm numb.

Under the protection of the armed color domineering, the nails that shot into Chu Yang's chest seemed to hit the steel plate, and fell to the ground with a clang.

"Oh no, it's a horizontal training master!"

Lama's pupils shrank suddenly, and he shouted to remind his companions.

He was about to retreat, but his eyes just collided with Chu Yang.

The coldness in Chu Yang's eyes was like a biting cold wind, blowing into Lama's bones, making his hair stand up.

Chu Yang stretched out his other hand and pressed it on the cymbal, kneading it for a while.

The cymbal made of fine steel was like straw paper, and was forcibly squeezed into a ball by Chu Yang, wrapping Lama's hand inside and unable to move!

The lama's eyes were wide open with fear, and he looked like he had seen a ghost.

He had been wandering around for decades, but this was the first time he had seen someone turn fine steel into scrap metal with his bare hands.

The old man at the side was about to help, but when he saw this, he stopped and left a long footprint on the ground.