Wang Teng clenched his fists and murmured. The golden light was rich and it was particularly dazzling under the sunlight.
"The Southern Fist has won, and the first of the six masters has changed position."
An elder spoke tremblingly, and they witnessed the rise of a legend, the strongest man!
"The world's number one! The world's number one! Above the five wise men, one punch is the only one!"
Elder Qi's eyes flashed. He saw the figure standing on the top of the martial arts world; a blue robe, a myth.
The best in the world! The best in the world! The best in the world!
The disciples of Qingtian Temple were extremely excited, shouted out loud, and looked at the golden figure with great admiration.
They witnessed the birth of the world's number one, overwhelming a generation, and pushing the martial arts world with one punch and an iron fist!
Nanquan, Yu Taoist, Wang Teng; the best in the world today!
"Is this the invincible trend?"
Wang Teng's eyes swept over, and there was a look of fanaticism. Even the host who was supported nodded to his expectations.
He held his head up, looked at the sky from afar, and battle experiences emerged from his heart; his mood became more and more flawless.
In a trance, he caught a glimpse of a green robe, standing proudly on the top of the mountain.
Only strength is the truth.
"I realized it."
He whispered, the light gold true energy in his body became more and more powerful, and his eyes were bright and bright; there was an invincible spirit that was nurturing, and he was standing on the top of the mountain, so he naturally looked down at the four directions.
On April 4th, Qingming Festival, Nanquan defeated the host.
On this day, everyone in the world was shocked and was shocked by a blue robe.
On this day, one punch is the only one above the five magnificents in the world.
On this day, the Daomen was in an unstoppable momentum, and the incense of Qingtian Temple became increasingly prosperous.
On this day, all the martial arts masters and celebrities came out and rushed to Jade Emperor Mountain to worship the world's number one.
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On May 5th, the beginning of summer, the sun is getting darker.
On the top of Jade Emperor Mountain, the wind is howling and ancient trees are swaying; standing in a green robe, floating out of the dust.
Wang Teng's eyes swept across, and all the places around him were in his eyes, and he felt a general trend.
Only by standing high can you see far. There is a unique world above the top of the mountain.
[Did, congratulations to the host for completing World Mission 2: The world's number one, successfully rewrite the world process; the energy has been accumulated enough, and you can return to the Martial God Realm at any time, and there are still six months left before the three years.]
The familiar electronic sound echoed in his mind, and Wang Teng's expression remained unchanged and he was in a state of turmoil.
During this time, he had achieved complete merits and practices. He not only built the foundation of martial arts and broke into the Tongmai realm, but also obtained the first-yuan level exercises of Hunyuan Gong and Jinshen and Jade Bone Gong.
Including many martial arts and fighting experiences, he has far exceeded the standards agreed with Tianxindao at the time.
The most important thing is that he understood "meaning", which is the characteristic of a congenital warrior; but he had already realized it in the Tongmai Realm, and he was enough to look down on his peers.
With Hunyuan Qi and blood and fist intention in addition, I think I will not fall behind the descendants of the Five Realms Tianren Family at the starting line.
Wang Teng chuckled. He was known as the reincarnation of the immortal Buddha in the martial god world and was destined to ascense. At this time, he was even more invincible with those celestial families.
He stood quietly, no one was with him on the top of the mountain, only lonely and lonely.
Da, da, da
On the mountain road, footsteps sounded, and a purple robe fluttered.
"The special envoy of the palace has arrived, and I will grant Qingtianguan the national religion and make you the Grand Tutor."
The host watched the boy, who is the best in the world today, but he is still so young.
"good."
He responded lightly and decided on the matter lightly.
On May 5th, the beginning of summer, Wang Teng, the first person in the martial arts world, entered the palace and was granted the title.
He was established as the Grand Tutor, Qingtianguan was named the national religion, and the Taoist sect was prosperous.
The world is full of praise for Wang Teng's name, and for a moment the small Taoist temple he left behind in the three mountains and four rivers became very popular.
Six months later, in a restaurant in the capital.
By the window, a wine table was filled with wine and fruits and vegetables.
Huang Long and Wang Teng sat opposite each other, just as before.
"Brother Wang, if I met on the long street, I would have to call you the Grand Master!"
Huang Long's face had already faded his childishness, but he had a little more of the iron-blooded spirit of a soldier. At this moment, he also spoke with interest.
"Haha, then General Huang can drink a few more drinks today."
Wang Teng chuckled. The relationship between the two did not deteriorate due to changes in status. It was rare and precious.
After three rounds of wine, Huang Long was already a little drunk and pulled Wang Teng's sleeve and talked about the affairs in the army.
Just a few days ago, his second uncle arranged a marriage for him, and the girl was very good; but he was always a little reluctant.
"Since I don't want to do it, why bother to force it?"
Huang Long sighed, understanding but unwilling to accept this kind of good intention of exchange.
Wang Teng was also helpless, and he didn't understand it; it might not be a good thing to mix it without authorization.
"I'm leaving."
He looked at the window, the streets were hustle and the pedestrians were talking lightly.
"Return to Jade Emperor Mountain?"
Huang Long was already a little drunk and asked subconsciously.
"No, it's about going to a wider world."
Wang Teng's eyes were distant and calm, he patted Huang Long's shoulder and walked out of the restaurant in his confused gaze.
Ascend to the sky step by step, Wang Teng rose out of nowhere on the long street, as if he was like a fairy god, leaving behind a pillar of light that reached the sky.
In the third and sixth year of Hongli, November 7th, the beginning of winter.
At that time, the Taishi Yu Zhenren Wang Teng completed his merits and ascended to the sky in the capital, and everyone was watching; the fairy light shone in the nine heavens, and a pillar of heaven spanned the sun and the moon.
The emperor of the dynasty witnessed it with his own eyes, bathed in the blue sky and visited for three days and three nights.
As the old friend of Yu Zhenren in the world, Huang Long also gained great benefits and became famous in the capital for a while.
But in the end, he married the girl according to his second uncle's arrangement; he lived a happy life.
Every day on the beginning of winter, he would also take his family to the Qingtian Temple of Jade Emperor Mountain to burn incense to worship his old friends.
The myth of the martial arts generation, one punch is the only one Yu Zhenren.
Later, he was posthumously named the Jade Emperor of the Hunyuan Jinque, Jade Emperor under the Three Pure Ones, and was worshipped by all the people.
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The Martial God Realm, the Tiannan City of the Southern Region, and the Wang Family.
In the exquisite room, Wang Teng slowly opened his eyes and a sharp light flashed by.
[Drip! The host has returned to the Martial God Realm and has successfully merged with one of them, and the integrity of the true spirit has been improved.]
Huh ~
Wang Teng ignored the sound in his mind, but glanced at the surroundings lightly, and he really returned to the Martial God Realm.
The experience in the martial arts world was not a dream, and the light golden true energy surging in his body could not be fake.
"A month later, Tianxin said."
He murmured, and the true energy within five feet of his body was thriving, and a golden ray shone, holy and noble.
Scream~
The wooden door in red shirt was pushed open, and a familiar figure hurriedly walked over.
"Teng'er, there have been demons sneaking into the city recently. Try not to go out; be careful."
The person who came said aloud and suddenly saw the light gold true energy surrounding Wang Teng, and was extremely shocked.
"Teng'er, you... have you successfully built the foundation of martial arts? You have entered the Tongmai realm??!"
The visitor rubbed his eyes, looked in disbelief, and immediately made a loud noise; he paced back and forth in the room, laughing: