"The warriors in the world are willing to lend their strength to me, Ye Wu!"
The majestic sound spread throughout the sky, but also crossed the sky, spreading in all directions, and even all over the world!
Just because this is more like a Taoist sound!
Rumble!
When the majestic sound spread throughout the world, the thunderous thunder in the sky was even more terrifying, and the power of heaven in the dark was even more terrifying, as if it carried a world-destroying power.
Large dark clouds gathered together, crushing the sky, forming a powerful force of heaven, as if they were about to bring disaster to the human world.
Old Man Ye was unmoved. His own aura became stronger and stronger, and his energy became stronger and stronger. In the end, when his extremely powerful energy shot straight into the sky, it turned into a fist that reached the sky.
The shadow of the fist is branded in the air and will last forever.
On the edge of the sky, there is the way of heaven. In the way of heaven, everyone seems to see a portal, a simple, thick and intertwined portal with endless rules of heaven.
One portal seems unreal, extremely illusory, yet appears abruptly.
At this moment, all the warriors in the field were horrified and inexplicable. The warriors below the Great Saint realm did not know the meaning of this portal, but they also knew that it must be extraordinary.
The faces of the warriors at the level of the Great Saint Realm all changed with shock. They recognized that this portal was the one that suppressed the Great Saint Realm and suppressed the confinement of martial arts!
It is because of the existence of this portal that the martial arts road to the Great Sage Realm is cut off!
Isolated by this portal!
Now, this ethereal portal intertwined with the rules of heaven has appeared. What does this mean?
Could it be that Ye Wusheng wants to break open this door and pave the way for the martial arts of warriors in the world?
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Outside the ancient martial arts venue.
When Ye Wusheng's voice resounded through the sky, thousands of warriors gathered outside the ancient martial arts venue heard it.
Each of them looked startled at first, and then they heard that it was Ye Wusheng's voice, and they heard that Ye Wusheng seemed to be borrowing strength from them.
They are willing, but how to borrow it?
The next moment, in the crowd, a middle-aged man took the lead and shouted loudly: "I do!"
This middle-aged man is Liu Zhi. When Old Man Ye took Ye Junlang and others up the mountain when the Holy Land of Retreat, the Originator of the Martial Saint, Liu Zhi walked with them and chatted with them. He was a talkative and straightforward warrior.
The person in martial arts whom I admire the most is Ye Wusheng, whom he regards as his spiritual mentor on the path of martial arts.
"I do!"
"I do!"
"I do!"
Almost instantly, outside the ancient martial arts venue, each warrior clenched his fists and shouted loudly. Thousands of warriors, one after another, the condensed voice roared to the sky and the earth, resounding throughout the area.
In heaven and earth.
Just when the thousands of warriors outside the ancient martial arts venue all shouted "I do", in the void that they could not see or feel, there were traces of willpower from their bodies, or in other words, they were
The power of faith rose up and converged towards the condensed fist shadow above the sky.
At this moment, the energy and spirit of these warriors have been connected with the phantom of Ye Wusheng's fist condensed above the sky!
And this is just a beginning, a beginning.
The land of China.
In a small sect to the east.
The sect is not large in scale. At this time, in a martial arts training ground of this sect, a middle-aged warrior is teaching martial arts to more than a dozen young warriors.
Suddenly, the middle-aged warrior stopped, and the young warriors also stopped one after another.
Just because at this time, they vaguely heard a voice. This voice did not directly reach their ears, but sounded from their martial arts origins.
"The warriors in the world are willing to lend their strength to me, Ye Wu!"
Both the middle-aged warriors and the young warriors heard it. This was a very strange thing. This voice was suddenly transmitted to their martial arts origins.
"Ye Wu? Master, is this Ye Wu Sheng?"
"Ye Wusheng? Isn't that the martial arts senior you admire most, Master? Teach us that after practicing martial arts, we should follow the chivalrous spirit of senior Ye Wusheng as our guideline, act chivalrously, promote good and eliminate evil, and use martial arts!"
Immediately, some young warriors asked questions one after another.
The middle-aged warrior's eyes suddenly became hot and wet with tears.
He has never met Ye Wusheng, but the martial arts senior he admires most in his life is Ye Wusheng.
Hearing that Ye Wu Shenghui was appearing at the Ancient Martial Arts Conference, he originally wanted to go, but the training of these young warriors in the sect could not be delayed, so he had no choice but to stay and teach these young warriors.
Just now, Ye Wusheng's voice sounded on the martial arts source. He heard it, and suddenly he felt that the distance between him and Ye Wusheng, whom he admired, was so close and so cordial.
He heard those words and Ye Wusheng was borrowing his strength.
He smiled, his face flashed with unusual brilliance, his eyes were piercing, and he said in a solemn tone: "Yes, it is Ye Wusheng. Everyone, tell me together, I am willing!"
"I do!"
A chorus of voices echoed throughout this small sect.
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To the northwest, Huashan.
The top of Huashan Mountain is where idle warriors from China gather.
Every once in a while, at the top of Huashan Mountain, there will be idle warriors from all over the country, gathering here to discuss, spar, and explore martial arts together.
These idle warriors have no sect and no sect. They are alone. Since they have no sect to inherit, the martial arts they practice are also very superficial and vary in strength and weakness.
But with their love and obsession for martial arts, they still continue to walk on the road of martial arts. They will gather on the top of Mount Hua to communicate with each other and make progress together.
On this day, there were about twenty idle warriors from all over the country on the top of Huashan Mountain. They gathered together, communicating with each other, exploring martial arts, and finding their own shortcomings through competition.
At this moment, an idle warrior suddenly stopped, with a look of surprise on his face. Then he looked at the others with doubts, and couldn't help but ask: "Did you hear it? I seemed to hear a sound."
"I heard it, it seemed to be Ye Wusheng's voice..."
"Ye Wusheng is Ye Wusheng, he is borrowing strength from the warriors in the world!"
"The person I admire most in my life is Ye Wusheng. If he wants to borrow his strength, why not not?"
"I do!"
Immediately, these idle warriors on the top of Huashan Mountain all shouted in unison.
On this day, at this moment, sects across China, regardless of the size of the sect, warriors, or idle warriors scattered around, all heard a voice coming from the origin of martial arts.
Basically, more than 90% of the warriors all shouted out that sentence - I do!
The influence of Ye Wusheng's Taoist voice was not limited to the land of China. At this moment, it was also reflected all over the world!
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Everyone, please pay attention to the WeChat public account of Qishao. You can search the pen name "Liang Qishao" on WeChat and you can find it. Then just follow it. A portrait of Ye Wusheng will be posted on the public account this afternoon.