At the beginning of the lanterns, thousands of people who went out to work returned to their warm homes or temporary residences like birds returning to their nests, enjoying a hard-earned dinner.
Everyone in the world is working hard for survival. The rich are fighting for money and power, and the poor are sweating under the scorching sun for three meals a day. Thousands of living beings are fighting for their destiny all the time, just to survive.
and live better
"Why am I not like this?"
On the top of Xianren Ridge, a hundred miles outside Linhai City, a person stood facing the wind, looking at the sky of Linhai City. The hazy light shrouding Linhai City and the stars gradually appearing in the sky complement each other. This feeling is enough.
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There are many mountains in the south but few plains. There are often several peaks rising from the flat plains. Below the mountains are thousands of hectares of fertile fields, but on the mountains there are sparse trees and weeds.
Xianren Ridge is just such a steep mountain rising from the plains. It is not easy for ordinary people to climb this 100-foot mountain. If you are not careful, you will fall to pieces.
Without great perseverance, great courage and perseverance, ordinary people cannot climb or try to climb this dangerous peak. This is also where Nangong Chu wants to test Ye Feng to see if he is a person worth spending his money on.
People who devote their energy to cultivating
The person on the top of the Immortal Peak is none other than Nangong Chu. With his superb cultivation at the sixth level of ancient martial arts, it is easy for him to climb this mountain.
"If that kid can't come up at 12 noon tomorrow, it will prove that we don't have the relationship between master and disciple." Nangong Chu then sat cross-legged on a huge boulder on the top of the peak, meditating and practicing.
The aura of heaven and earth in the wild is much thicker than in the city. Under the operation of the innate power, Nangong Chu's pulses are all opened. With his breathing rate, he feels the essence of vegetation flowing in the space flowing into his body.
As time goes by, the essence of vegetation from all directions begins to slowly gather here. Nangong Chu's body is gradually shrouded in a hazy green cloud.
The energy of heaven and earth flowed through the meridians in his body over and over again like water. Not only was his body full of vitality, but he also felt refreshed mentally.
Nangong Chu was immersed in the practice and could no longer feel the passage of time. He was completely integrated into nature. His body and mind seemed to be one with the nearby mountains, rocks and trees. He seemed to be able to hear the whispers of the trees, flowers and plants, and seemed to be able to
Sensing the pulse of life in this space, he himself has become one of them
The breeze blew gently, and Nangong Chu entered a state of forgetfulness of things and myself.
The city is a human settlement that can never calm down. On a dark, windy and murderous night, at around 1 a.m., a group of men in black attacked the base of the "Shanhu" gang, only to find that the deserted building had already been occupied.
Kong, Ye Feng and others have disappeared.
Just when the group of men in black were attacking the "Mountain Tiger" stronghold, more than a dozen figures were quickly disappearing under the night on the trail more than ten miles outside the city.
"A bunch of losers who can't even catch a few nameless boys, why do I have to raise a bunch of trash like you!" Another loud shouting and cursing came from a villa in Chengdong District, Linhai City
In the hall of the villa, there were more than a dozen tough men in black suits standing neatly with their hands hanging down. These big men exuded a fierce aura, and they were obviously not good men and women. But at this time, these big men were killed by a middle-aged man in his thirties.
The young man was scolded so hard that he looked horrified
That middle-aged man was Zhang Shaoqiang, the young gang member of the Tianlang Gang. This Zhang Shaoqiang had mastered the Tianlang Fist on his own and thought he was invincible in Linhai. He was an arrogant and domineering guy who had done many evil things to bully men and women.
Yes, people secretly call this Zhang Shaoqiang the Little Bully of the East of the City. If anyone in the East of the City offends him, it will be terrible.
If Zhang Shaoqiang didn't have the support of his father, Zhang Song, and everyone on the road would give him three points, he would have been taken care of long ago.
"Young Master Qiang, maybe Ye Feng and his gang heard the news and ran away beforehand," a big man in black standing at the front said cautiously.
"Forget about that young man with unknown origins, but I want Ye Feng and his gang to disappear completely in Linhai City, you know?" Zhang Shaoqiang said fiercely.
"Yes, Young Master Qiang!" dozens of big men responded in unison.
"I don't want to see you losers anymore, get out of here!" Zhang Shaoqiang shouted at those big men.
"Yes!" Those big men quickly exited the villa hall in fear.
After driving those big men out of the villa, Zhang Shaoqiang couldn't help but look at a dark block placed on the coffee table. If he looked carefully, he could vaguely make out that the dark thing was a severely deformed weapon.
pistol
Zhang Shaoqiang is not a fool. He knows that the young man is not someone he can offend. He can crush a fine steel pistol into a piece of scrap metal with just the grip of his wrist. How much grip strength is needed?
Thinking of this, Zhang Shaoqiang took a breath. That young man must be an expert in ancient martial arts, because no one who has ever practiced inner martial arts can squeeze a pistol into that shape no matter how strong his wrist is.
I can't do it even if I am practicing Tianlang**. Maybe this young man's skills are still higher than his father's.