It is difficult for ordinary people to distinguish the difference between warriors and martial arts figures. In fact, it is indeed difficult to distinguish. This difference only exists between warriors and cultivators, because this is a strength that both sides are afraid of.
The only way for cultivators to identify warriors is Gang Qi. However, the cultivation of Gang Qi is the same as spiritual energy. Although different paths lead to the same goal, it is extremely complicated. Ordinary martial arts practitioners can also cultivate Gang Qi and eventually become warriors.
In the eyes of cultivators, any martial arts figure who can compete with them is considered a warrior.
In the eyes of warriors, as long as they have spiritual energy, they are cultivators.
As for ordinary martial arts people, they are ignored by warriors and cultivators.
Now, Zhao Yuan is a martial arts figure who is not recognized by cultivators and warriors.
In the eyes of cultivators and warriors, Zhao Yuan neither has the aura of a warrior nor the aura of a cultivator. What he has is only the skill of killing people.
Zhao Yuan has not had direct contact with warriors, but he can tell the difference between warriors and martial arts people.
intuition!
Zhao Yuan had an instinctive intuition to distinguish the difference between martial artists and martial arts people.
Zhao Yuan is not afraid of warriors. He believes that warriors like the Black-faced God cannot be everywhere in the streets. If they are just low-level warriors, Zhao Yuan has absolute confidence. However, what makes Zhao Yuan confused is that those around him
The warrior who disappeared and appeared showed no hostility, and even maintained a psychologically safe distance from him.
What are they going to do?
Zhao Yuan was puzzled.
In a ruined temple, Zhao Yuan came into close contact with a warrior. When the warrior walked into the ruined temple, Zhao Yuan felt a familiar aura of awe. This momentum was very similar to the black-faced god, except that
, much weaker.
He is an old man.
The old man was extremely tall and thin, with bulging cheekbones and an unkempt beard. His appearance looked decadent, but he had a sense of danger that could break out and hurt someone at any time.
Zhao Yuan sat cross-legged on the haystack, with a long knife lying on his knees, with a dull look on his face. Zhao Yuan's body was exactly the opposite of his dull expression. Every muscle fiber in his body was adjusted to the best condition, and he could use it at any time.
Can deliver a fatal blow.
The black-backed long sword is only one of Zhao Yuan's weapons. Zhao Yuan also has fists!
"Welcome to the world of warriors! I am Dong Yun." The tall and thin old man smiled, as if he wanted to express goodwill.
"I am not a warrior." Zhao Yuan shook his head. He still maintained the highest level of vigilance and did not dare to be careless in the slightest.
"Who are you."
"I'm not."
"Well, you punch me and see." The tall, thin old man frowned and looked at Zhao Yuan.
"Are you sure?" Zhao Yuan stood up.
"It's okay, come on!" The tall and thin old man stared at Zhao Yuan.
"Are you really sure?"
Zhao Yuan's eyes were filled with blazing fighting spirit. During this period, Zhao Yuan did not deliberately avoid it. He was looking forward to the battle. He was immersed in the fanatical fighting spirit all the time, and even forgot about the danger.
The highest state of "war" is complete selflessness.
Although Zhao Yuan has not reached the highest level of "war", he has already entered the state of war. He needs to keep fighting to strengthen himself.
Zhao Yuan has no retreat. "Ten Thousand Enemies" is his only cultivation secret. If he wants to take revenge, he must hone himself through "war" and take a step further into the realm of "power".
Only by completing the training in the realm of brute force can he be qualified to practice in the realm of bright eyes.
"War" is a process that must be experienced, so Zhao Yuan cannot hide his head and tail. He must be exposed from time to time to attract experts to fight him. For Zhao Yuan, this is a dangerous journey, and he must control the sniper
The level of the master who killed him, and only the control level, he could save his life while training.
Of course, Zhao Yuan was not too worried about his own safety.
Through a lot of repeated arguments, Zhao Yuan believed that the biggest threat at present was from the Liu family in Huping Mountain. A true master of cultivation would definitely not chase him all over the world for two million imperial coins.
Now Zhao Yuan is no longer what he used to be. He believes that even if he is faced with a junior second-level spiritual energy cultivator, he will be able to escape. Of course, he would never dare to think about a head-on confrontation, and he is not willing to take that kind of risk.
.
Only a junior third-level spiritual energy cultivator like Ming Ri Mingyue can directly kill Zhao Yuan.
In fact, as long as the terrain is complex, Zhao Yuan is 70% sure of escaping even if he is facing a cultivator with a third-level elementary aura. Now, most of the places where Zhao Yuan lives are in places with complex buildings.
Plains and mountainous areas are the paradise for cultivators to fight. Because the plains are clearly visible, Zhao Yuan, no matter how fast he is, can only run for his life under the pursuit of flying swords. Although the terrain in mountainous areas is complicated, cultivators don't have to worry.
It will accidentally injure ordinary people, and it can be used to kill large areas with spiritual energy without restraint, which is also dangerous.
Zhao Yuan has no fear of warriors. As long as he is not a super warrior like the Black-faced God, even if he cannot defeat him, he will still be able to escape. After all, warriors do not have the ability to fly with swords.
Warrior Dong Yun looked at Zhao Yuan, and suddenly, he had an illusion.
The young man in front of him seemed to have grown taller in an instant, and his eyes that were filled with fighting intent actually seemed to look down upon the world.
"Are you sure?!" Zhao Yuan stared at the warrior Dong Yun with his deep eyes and asked again.
"Sure!"
Inexplicably, Dong Yun suddenly felt a trace of regret, but the words had been spoken and he could not take them back, so he had to bite the bullet.
"Are you ready?" Zhao Yuan put down the long knife in his hand.
"Ready." Dong Yun took a horse stance, clenched his fists, and glared like a king.
"clatter!"
Zhao Yuan suddenly shouted loudly, and rushed out like an arrow from the string. He made a fist with his right hand and used the momentum of his body to hit Dong Yun's chest with a punch. There was a muffled "peng" sound, and Dong Yun stepped back one after another.
After taking three steps, his body swayed for a while, and then he stabilized his body.
Dong Yun looked at Zhao Yuan.
Zhao Yuan looked at Dong Yun.
Inside the ruined temple, you can hear a needle drop, and there is a suffocating depression.
"You are not a warrior." Finally, Dong Yun spat out a few words.
"I told you a long time ago." Zhao Yuan stared at Dong Yun, secretly horrified by the opponent's ability to resist blows. He had just used seven points of strength, but the opponent actually managed to hold it down without any reaction.
"Take care of yourself!"
Dong Yun clasped his fists toward Zhao Yuan, turned around, and strode away from the ruined temple.
Zhao Yuan slowly sat down cross-legged, with the long knife still on his knees. He felt that several people who were peeping in secret were gone. Zhao Yuan secretly felt relieved. When he was surrounded, he had planned at least a dozen plans.
An escape route.
However, Zhao Yuan was still a little confused. He didn't understand why these warriors came to him.
Zhao Yuan didn't know that in the Qin Empire, there was a secret organization called the "Martial Arts Alliance".
The Warriors Alliance is an extremely united group, because the number of warriors is extremely rare. Once a warrior appears on the rivers and lakes, the Warriors Alliance will immediately organize people to pick them up.
As for the bounty of two million imperial coins, the Warrior Alliance did not take it seriously.
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