Chapter 1,062: One Hundred and Eight Cities of Martial Arts
After sitting in the restaurant for half an hour, Lin Huang was finally... kicked out!
I actually sat there for a long time and didn’t order anything else.
A piece of shit that occupies the latrine and doesn't poop.
How could Lin Huang be allowed to sit here and mess around in a place like Zhongzhou where every inch of land is precious?
Lin Huang, who was kicked out of the restaurant, looked back, then rolled up his sleeves and left. If he had been a few years younger, he might have bought the restaurant with Shang Julu's money.
Now I just laugh and find it interesting.
Then……
Lin Huang didn't know where he was going!
Although he had always been looking forward to Zhongzhou in his heart, he was still a little confused when he suddenly appeared in Zhongzhou when he opened his eyes.
Then Lin Huang let go of the confusion in his heart and walked on the extremely prosperous Zhongzhou Street.
Until now, he still feels like he is in another world.
After all, he spent three years in a deep sleep.
His memory from the previous moment still stayed in the Taixuan Domain.
Staying in the destruction of the Qingtian Martial Mansion, staying in the ancient battlefield, staying in the tomb of Qin Changsheng Emperor, staying in the realm of Emperor Wu.
And turned his head.
He just walked around the Buddhist Kingdom of the West, briefly visited the Langjuxu Divine Domain, and when he opened his eyes, he appeared in Zhongzhou.
He also reached the peak of the Martial Saint realm.
It can even be said that half a foot has stepped into the realm of the Holy King, wearing an immortal body, possessing several legendary and peerless martial arts, and several martial spirits.
Everything.
It’s really a bit dreamy!
He needs a little time to calm down a bit.
At the end of the bustling streets in Zhongzhou, Lin Huang was dressed in white and walked slowly...
Until dawn was about to appear, Lin Huang suddenly squatted down. He squatted beside the winding river, touched the river water with one hand, and smiled slightly:
"You will have to walk alone in the future! But you must be careful not to catch someone and cook it as a tooth-beating sacrifice... We will see you again in a few years!"
In the quiet and gentle river, Lin Huang's fingertips touched the head of the little black dragon.
The little black dragon raised his eyes and looked at Lin Huang, shook his tail, like a little girl without much emotion, turned around and left angrily...
Looking at the little black dragon gradually disappearing in the water, Lin Huang rolled up his sleeves and curled up into a smile.
The little black dragon can be regarded as a great opportunity in his life.
That battle in the Eastern Spirit Realm was the first time he faced Liu Cangsheng, the first time he truly rose...
Without the little black dragon, he would not have the Blue Dragon Holy Body.
It is even more impossible to comprehend the secret of space so quickly.
and……
In fact, the most powerful thing about the little black dragon is not these.
But luck!
The little black dragon was originally transformed from the dragon veins of mountains and rivers. The dragon veins... are luck!
The theory of luck is as mysterious as it is mysterious. But no warrior dares to say that there is no such thing as luck in this world, and no one dares to ignore the existence of luck.
It can invisibly help people turn disaster into good fortune and help people rise from adversity.
This kind of power may be more terrifying than the domination of the world, the immortal body, and the domineering power of the world!
At least, after so many years of companionship, Lin Huang had already regarded this guy as an extremely important partner. Now that he suddenly let him leave, he felt a little reluctant to let go.
But the little black dragon’s departure is inevitable!
The dragon returns to heaven and earth, this is the right path!
Only in this way can it grow infinitely...
Moreover, the most important thing is that Lin Huang has always had a vague feeling in his heart——
——The Heavenly Shura in the body has thoughts about the little black dragon!
Lin Huang was very panicked.
legend……
Shura feeds on dragons!
On the horizon, dawn breaks.
Lin Huang clapped his hands and stood up, his long sleeves swaying as he walked forward. His whole body was reflected in the rising sun, and his pace seemed much brisker.
It seems that it is nothing if he has a huge burden on his shoulders.
The days pass day by day.
Do things one by one!
In the great battle of the world, what is needed is not to be the enemy of the whole world, but to regard everyone as one's opponent. The most important thing is to recognize oneself.
who I am?
Where am I?
What am I going to do?
These three questions, whether they are Buddhists, Taoists, or Confucians, are questions that everyone has woken up from... and Lin Huang now understands them.
These are the three notorious mountains that all warriors must face if they want to enter the realm of the Holy King!
If you can't figure it out...
Then take a nap.
Think about it after you wake up.
So... when I first entered the forest wilderness of Zhongzhou, after a night of confusion and entanglement, I became a bit more relaxed and relaxed.
Day by day, he wandered around the ancient city of Zhongzhou like a wanderer, waving his hands.
When I'm tired of shopping, I find a restaurant to sleep in.
If you feel tired again, just change a city!
…
Time passes quietly.
One month has passed in the blink of an eye.
This month, Lin Huang slept in thirteen cities...
It wasn't until this month that the tree of his mind gradually glowed with spiritual brilliance and he began to truly sense a trace of the coercion of heaven and earth that Lin Huang stopped for a moment.
He began to touch the threshold of the Holy King.
This speed was already very fast, but Lin Huang felt something was wrong... He was such a genius, and he was not used to it for a while. He heard that the four young emperors had been born and had stepped into the realm of the Holy King.
It would be too disrespectful for me to step into the realm of the Holy King so quickly.
and……
There are many secrets in Zhongzhou.
Zhongzhou also has many secrets that are not secrets!
By the time Lin Huang slept in the ninth city, he already had a rough understanding of Zhongzhou.
I won’t talk about the aristocratic sects and big clans for now, because there are too many to fully understand.
Moreover, the hottest news in Zhongzhou at the moment is not this.
It’s still the unavoidable Zhongzhou martial arts scene!
As the four young emperors stepped into the realm of Holy Kings, Cangqiong Continent once again entered the era of alternation between green and yellow. This is an indisputable fact.
The great struggle that Li Baiyi and Xiao Yishan mentioned has quietly begun.
And the starting point of that prologue is the One Hundred and Eight Cities of Martial Arts!
The so-called 108 cities in the martial arts altar refer to the 108 cities near the martial arts altar in Zhongzhou...
As Emperor Tian of the Xuantian Divine Clan entered the realm of the Holy King more than half a year ago, it heralded the opening of the Zhongzhou Martial Altar. He established a dojo in Tianqi City, one of the cities closest to the Zhongzhou Martial Altar!
The so-called dojo can be understood as a force or a sect.
In every era when the youth turns from green to yellow and the martial arts world opens, the young generation of geniuses will create their own dojo to attract countless talents.
Because those who can create a dojo are all outstanding people.
If they don't die, they will become strong in the future.
Sometimes, following a strong person is undoubtedly a shortcut on the path of a warrior's cultivation. Therefore, if a dojo exists, some people will enter it.
Dojo can be understood as a force that belongs exclusively to the younger generation.
It can also be understood as the predecessor of a sect's power in the future...
Therefore, all talented people who have aspirations for the world and want to achieve great things will step into the realm of Holy Kings as quickly as possible and create a dojo!
But in just over half a year...
Beyond the martial arts altar, there are one hundred and eight dojos!
Whether it is Emperor Tian of the Xuantian Divine Clan.
Or the Buddhist kingdom of the West that releases the heart dust.
Zhao Lingzhuan of Jiutian Taiqing Palace.
The demon cracking sky in the Panyao Temple.
They all created their own dojo.
In addition, there are some young prodigies who Lin Huang has never heard of, but must have good backgrounds, and have also opened dojos.
Return to dust.
Wang Tiance.
He Xiaolou.
…
One hundred and eight dojos.
One hundred and eight geniuses who have stepped into the realm of Saint Kings are like one hundred and eight extremely dazzling stars, shining in the sky.
Among these one hundred and eight dojos, Lin Huang found two dojos that interested him very much!