The First Evil Emperor of Martial Arts

The night is hazy, and the autumn is cool.

In a mountain that is dozens of miles away from the Songshan Shaolin, the fog is even more diffuse. And in the fog that filled it, two little girls were secretly spying on something.

"Purple girl, can you see what's inside, what are that guy and the pretty sisters doing?"

The little fairy Zhang Jing asked A Zi who was beside her.

"Humph! Don't call me Ziyitou, you beautiful girl, don't you know what they are doing in the spring?"

A Zi was called a girl, and she was a little upset, and gave Zhang Jing a very contemptuous look.

"Just as you know? You're amazing, right?"

Zhang Jing sneered.

"Little girl, you are still in the early morning! Just listening to the voice, this girl knows what the evil emperor and those beautiful sisters are doing! You are far behind!"

Azi raised her head and continued to despise the little fairy.

"What? Why is the sound intermittent, and the sound of waves, is it practising martial arts?"

The little fairy asked curiously.

"Haha! Cultivating martial arts? Jing girl, Jing girl, you are so innocent and cute, don't you know nothing about the affairs between men and women? Hey, the evil emperor is attacking a few beautiful sisters! The evil emperor evil emperor, Sure enough, the reputation is well-deserved, it has been a conquest for almost an hour, and he still has strength, is his body made of iron?"

A Zi smiled mysteriously, looking at the misty spring with both eyes. She is an old river and lake, although she has not really experienced that, but she is aware of it. At this moment, she is quite curious. Listening to the sound from the spring, she can infer that the evil emperor is extremely powerful, and she really wants to run over to see how he conquered those beautiful sisters...

"A matter of men and women? Bah! That's how it is! I thought that guy and some pretty sisters were practicing martial arts! Humph! I wasted this girl's expression, this girl went to sleep!"

The little fairy understood, and when the little girl blushed, she turned and swept away.

At this moment, in the mist-filled spring, the three girls, Xu Yeyue, Song Yuzhi, and Gu Zixian were all lying on the bank, while Yang Zheng attacked from behind...

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Songshan!

Songshan is one of the five mountains, and Shaolin Temple is in the dense forest at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, so it is called Shaolin Temple.

Shaoshi Mountain has steep cliffs and strange peaks and forests, which is quite extraordinary.

According to legend, Shaolin Patriarch Bodhidharma once sat alone on the steep cliff of Shaoshi Mountain for several months, creating the seventy-two Shaolin stunts. There are also rumors that Bodhidharma once left a mysterious stone carving. As long as you understand the stone carving, you can become a Buddha on the ground and shatter the void!

In the arena, Shaolin is undoubtedly a big faction, and there is a saying that Shaolin comes from the world's martial arts.

However, any sect has its heyday and age. In Yang Zheng's eyes, Shaolin in this world of martial arts can only be regarded as a first-class sect, not a giant.

In the Central Plains of China, strictly speaking, there does not seem to be a giant-level force. The giant level, at least the overlord level, such as the Heaven and Earth Alliance on the road of the gods, the four great families, the Rakshasa Sect of the Western Regions, and even the Tianmen created by the Emperor Shitian.

Yang Zheng felt that the Immortal Palace he was sitting in was barely a giant, but the background was still a lot worse than those of the overlord-level forces on the Shenbing Continent.

Therefore, at present, Asgard can only dominate this continent.

"There are so many people. Is this hero meeting so popular? In the eyes of this girl, the Shaolin Temple is just average, only a little bigger than the Murong Villa in my cousin's house."

Arriving at the foot of Shaolin Mountain, Jing girl looked at it and smiled contemptuously.

"Murong Villa? Hehe, girl Jing, a villa wants to compare itself with Shaolin. Your vision can really be described as short-sighted!"

A Zi also smiled contemptuously, not Shaolin but Zhang Jing.

Along the way, she and Zhang Jing quarreled constantly, which made her clearly realize that this little girl who ran out of nowhere didn't know anything about the rivers and lakes, or in other words, she only knew the rivers and lakes in her hometown.

"Humph! Don't look down on the villa! This girl dares to say that the monks of the Shaolin Temple are not necessarily the opponents of the owner of the Divine Sword Villa!"

Zhang Jing raised her head and said something.

"Divine Sword Villa? Now the owner of the villa is the sword **** Xie Xiaofeng?"

Hearing this, Yang Zheng asked curiously.

"Huh? You **** know a lot! Hmph, you must have been to my hometown, right? Otherwise, you wouldn't know so many people related to my hometown!"

Zhang Jing stared at Yang Zheng.

"No, it was told to me by the people in the dream."

Yang Zheng smiled.

"Humph! Liar!"

Zhang Jing obviously didn't believe Yang Zheng's words. If he hadn't been to his hometown Tiannan, it was absolutely impossible to know what happened in the martial arts in Tiannan.

This guy nicknamed the Evil Emperor is a liar, a lascivious and shameless big liar!

"Haha, I've met Su Ying, Yan Shisan, and had a rather unique exchange with Su Ying, so I know something about you."

Yang Zheng said again, of course he lied to Zhang Jing.

When Lu Xiaofeng first appeared and mentioned the land of Tiannan, he speculated that the characters in the ancient dragon novels should all gather in Tiannan, but only recently appeared suddenly and appeared on this continent. .

It is a pity that so far, Li Xunhuan, the little flying knife, and Ding Peng, the magic knife, have not appeared. Yang Zheng wanted to see Li Xunhuan's flying knife and Ding Peng's magic knife, and he was also very interested in the magic knife of the Full Moon Scimitar.

Especially the phrase "A small building listens to the spring rain all night" engraved on the body of the full moon machete, this poem is really artistic! It can be seen that the person who engraved the poem on the full moon scimitar is also a poetic person.

"The Thirteenth Sword, Yan Shisan? You fought him, did you win or he won?"

When Zhang Jing heard this, she stared at Yang Zheng and asked.

"That day, Yan Shisan and I were at Guangming Ding, he made the thirteenth sword, and I waved him to break it. After that, he made the fourteenth sword and was broken by me. I asked him to make the fifteenth sword. Sword, he was reluctant to use it, saying that the fifteenth sword was prepared for someone. Yan Shisan's fifteenth sword, even in the strongest state, could at most make me feel a little threatened. But well, If you want to defeat me, unless Yan Shisan can comprehend the sixteenth or seventeenth sword."

Yang Zheng smiled indifferently, his long hair danced without wind, and the grandmaster's aura was fully displayed.

"Huh? Yan Shisan's fourteenth sword can't hurt you? My cousin said that in Tiannan, there are not ten people who can take Yan Shisan's fourteenth sword. There are at most five people with Fifteen Swords, and those five people on May 1 are not famous people. For example, the Flying Immortal Ye Gucheng, the Sword God Ximen Chuixue, the other Sword God Xie Xiaofeng, etc." Zhang Jing looked at him with a puzzled expression. Yang Zheng: "I don't believe this girl anymore, you are more powerful than them!"

"Hehe, let Ximen Chuixue, Ye Gucheng, Xie Xiaofeng, Yan Shisan, plus a Shen Lang or Ding Peng, the five of them join forces, they are not the enemy of the unity!"

Yang Zheng smiled proudly, those pure black eyes swept across Zhang Jing's face, making Zhang Jing immediately surprised and took a step back.

At this moment, the little fairy Zhang Jing gritted her teeth, only to think that the guy in front of her was too arrogant! ..