Chapter 10 The Ninth Martial Arts Myth (Low Martial Arts World)
Nine days later.
In a rental house.
Feng Yuxiu looked at the edited content in front of him with an expectant smile on his face. After carefully checking it, he uploaded the edited content.
This side is in "The World of Heroes".
On this morning, after many martial arts masters got up, they hurriedly washed and ate, then sat in a place where they could rest, waiting for something expectantly.
What are they waiting for?
They are waiting for the appearance of the ninth [Martial Arts Myth]!
At some point.
The void trembled, and then, a white light curtain emerged out of thin air.
The bright white light illuminates the world.
At this moment, many martial arts masters once again felt a supreme power emerging from the void, suppressing them in place.
However, nowadays, they seem to have long been accustomed to this. Therefore, they all kept raising their heads and looked at the white light curtain in mid-air expectantly.
[Take stock of the top ten martial arts myths in the world of low martial arts!]
【Ranked in no particular order!】
It was still the same as the scene at the beginning. As a line of black font appeared, everyone opened their eyes wide and looked at the white light curtain in mid-air with expectation.
【Start!】
In an instant, the font on this white light screen changed to two more words.
Start.
After the font fell, the people who were watching suddenly felt a shock in their minds. There seemed to be some mysterious and terrifying power reflected in their minds, making them involuntarily concentrate. Looking at this
On a white light curtain.
This is a hall with endless Taoist books.
In the main hall, a suave-looking young civil servant was flipping through Taoist books. While he was flipping through the pages, he was recording something with a pen and ink.
At this time, the people outside the light curtain can still hear the sound of books being flipped through the light curtain.
In Hulong Villa.
"Who is this?"
"Could it be said that this time the martial arts mythical figure is a champion?"
"No! Looking at the official uniform on the other party, I see that it is not the number one scholar, but an ordinary official uniform."
Zhu Wuwang looked at the scene of books being read in front of him. He couldn't help but frown and muttered to himself with a puzzled look on his face.
No wonder Zhu ignored such attention.
In fact, he is very curious about this ninth martial arts myth.
He really wants to know what is special about this ninth martial arts myth. The most important point is that he wants to know how powerful this martial arts myth is!
Although!
This [Top 10 Wulin Myths in the Low Martial Arts World!] said, in no particular order...
However, for these martial arts masters, the ranking itself is a proof of strength!
From the perspective of a heroic figure like Zhu Yiwu, the strength of the ninth martial arts mythical figure must be three points stronger than the previous one [Zhang Daoren]. Therefore, the opponent's ranking will be in [Zhang Daoren]
Above!
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Jiangnan.
Flower House.
Lu Xiaofeng was frowning and muttering to himself curiously: "What is so powerful about this ninth [martial arts mythological figure]?"
Opposite him, a faint smile appeared on the corner of Hua Manlou's mouth, and he said naturally: "Brother Lu, why do you have to think so complicatedly here? If you go on, you will know, right?"<
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Shaolin Temple.
A sweeping monk with a peaceful face looked at the scene of a white light curtain in front of him. Although he had been facing the ancient Buddha of Qingdeng for many years, he had polished his mind. However, at this moment, he could not stop it.
A burst of doubtful thoughts emerged in my mind!
What is so mysterious and powerful about this ninth [Martial Arts Mythical Figure]?
I don’t know!
Even though Monk Sweeper has been practicing Buddhism for many years, he still can't control this doubtful thought that comes to mind.
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Peach Blossom Island.
Huang Laoxie, who was dressed in cyan clothes, looked at the scene where a white light curtain appeared in front of him. His body trembled and he muttered in disbelief: "Is it that senior?"
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On Moyun Cliff.
Xie Yanke, a man with a black beard, said with wide eyes and an arrogant look on his face: "Let me see how powerful this ninth [Wulin mythical figure] is?" p>
As he spoke, he snorted coldly and said with certainty: "Sooner or later, I, Xie Yanke, will also be on this list of [Wulin Mythical Figures]!"
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Inside the light curtain.
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, twenty years have passed.
The suave young civil servant at the beginning has now turned into a middle-aged civil servant with a face as beautiful as a crown jewel.
At this moment, he was standing on the roof of the main hall, overlooking the scene of the entire palace.
It was the twelfth lunar month of winter, and heavy snow fell on the entire palace.
However, this middle-aged civil servant, instead of wearing any coat, was wearing a thin civil service uniform. Looking at him, he seemed not to care about the biting chill in the outside world.
Wow.
In mid-air, a little bit of white goose feather snow fell from the sky. However, when it fell on the middle-aged man, it was immediately bounced away by some mysterious force, and then turned into a trace of white water vapor and evaporated. One feather cannot be added, and flies cannot fall.
Cold and heat do not invade, water and fire do not invade.
Such terrifying skills are enough to prove that this middle-aged man is an innate warrior!
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The screen changes.
In the midst of thousands of troops.
The middle-aged man looked at the enemy in front of him who was holding a 100-pound sledgehammer. His figure flashed, and in just a moment, he crossed a distance of tens of meters. At the same time, he made a light palm with his right hand.
, he sent this accomplished first-rate master flying away.
"Is this martial arts?"
"A ferocious barbarian with a thousand kilograms of strength cannot even receive a blow from me..."
On the side of the road, this middle-aged man lowered his head and looked at his jade-white right hand with a blank look on his face. He muttered in disbelief: "You know, this barbarian is ranked eleventh in the martial arts world today.
A master of cross-training! Is he that weak?"
At this moment, his words revealed a tone of confusion and doubt.
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"Um..."
Outside the light curtain, listening to what this middle-aged man said, the other martial arts people felt like they were in a fog.
No way.
Only Feng Yuxiu, who edited this clip, knew in his heart how powerful this middle-aged man was.
After all, only Feng Yuxiu knows how evil and powerful this martial arts mythical figure is.
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