Chapter 205 Start with a sword, all equipment depends on hitting
Standing on the edge of the altar, Tang Xuanming carefully selected the location of the next world.
The atmosphere of the wilderness made him feel strong pressure. Although no one in the tribe said it, he had actually almost become the leader of the tribe, and no one could match his pressure.
At least he said he wanted to plant the seeds of the elixir. Although the old witch doctor jumped, he just complained and beat the Piling Leopard. It was then that Tang Xuanming found out that the old witch doctor was actually the third level strongman of the Ant King.
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The Piling Leopard ran very fast, but was struck all over the head by the old witch doctor.
Tang Xuanming gave the Bodhisattva Snake to the old patriarch to raise, but the old patriarch didn't say much.
The tribe has vaguely regarded Tang Xuanming as its backbone. This is due to the little changes Tang Xuanming brought to the tribe.
Tang Xuanming enjoyed this respect, but he also had to bear corresponding responsibilities.
Although he can also choose not to bear it.
Thousands of divine thoughts lingered in his ears. Tang Xuanming selected one from countless quickly disappearing divine thoughts. Having experienced two incarnations, Tang Xuanming was already a skilled veteran driver.
Tang Xuanming didn't want to be as difficult as the previous two times, so he chose a wish that was easier to realize.
"I want to be number one in the world."
For Tang Xuanming, it was easy to fulfill such a wish in the middle and low martial arts world.
Moreover, this kind of wish has the greatest freedom, and he can accomplish what he wants to do according to his own ideas.
"boom!"
His spiritual thoughts descended, and he had the experience of his physical body descending last time. Tang Xuanming naturally chose to do this this time.
The physical body shuttled between different levels of worlds in different dimensions, and two divine dragons roamed in his chest. Finally, his whole body turned into a small ball of light, and with a bang, he fell into the world and entered the body of a comatose teenager.
A bit of fluorescence flashed across the world, and countless stars seemed to become chaotic at that moment.
A middle-aged man with a face full of pustules stared at the sky with his eyes wide open and turned pale in horror. He missed a red monkey that he was about to catch.
But he didn't care much, and stared at the stars in the sky carefully, muttering to himself: "Gods and Buddhas descending from the sky?! How to interpret such a hexagram?"
"The changing situation of heaven and earth is completely invisible. How could this happen?"
As the Clay Bodhisattva who once personally gave orders to Xiong Ba who now dominates the world, making Xiong Ba invincible and ruling the world for many years, he is extremely proud of his ability to see destiny.
But he had never seen such a strange celestial phenomenon, which was so strange that he couldn't understand it.
"It's messed up, it's messed up, everything is messed up."
He staggered forward, like a madman, and continued to pursue the red monkey along the inexplicable trajectory.
That year, he was very high-spirited and gave an order to a down-and-out middle-aged man: Golden scales are just things in the pond, they will turn into dragons when encountering storms.
Now, because he had revealed too many secrets, he was punished by God and his face was covered with pustules. He was in a state of confusion all day long, like an evil ghost.
The middle-aged man was full of energy, with top masters like Bu Jingyun, Nie Feng, and Qin Shuang gathered under his hands, sweeping across the entire Central Plains martial arts world.
With his self-created three-point return to vitality, he became famous throughout the world.
Therefore, everyone in the world knows the names of Xiongba and Tianxiahui, while the Clay Bodhisattva has become a joke.
"When the Clay Bodhisattva crosses the river, he cannot protect himself. This really explains the secret of heaven."
The middle-aged man who looked like a ghost sang loudly and disappeared into the forest.
And in a huge city, a young man leaning against the wall, dressed like a beggar, breathed his last. Before he died, he was holding a wooden sword tightly in his hand.
That was his last little dream.
Martial arts people who pass by are all surprised. Every year, there are always energetic young heroes walking in the world, with the dream of becoming a hero and becoming the best in the world.
But most of them sink into the soil, becoming dry bones on the roadside in the wilderness.
This situation is so normal.
The people in the world who wear bright clothes and angry horses are praised by everyone, but no one will take a second look at the sad young hero on the roadside.
Are there still a small number of people who die every year because of Jianghu? There have always been many, and the young man is just one of the many living beings.
In a small mountain village, a young man tightened his thin clothes and happily touched the iron sword around his waist made by the village blacksmith.
This is a side sword that people in the world disdain, but to him it is the most precious treasure.
From now on, he will carry this sword on his back and walk around the world.
He still remembered his mother's reluctant eyes, and also remembered the vow he made to that gentle girl.
"After I become famous, I will definitely marry you with flying colors."
But the cruelty of the world was far beyond his imagination. He didn't have any magical skills, and his talent was only ordinary, so no one took notice of him at all.
When he went to the famous mountain Daze to study under his master, no one accepted him, so he could only be a handyman disciple at most.
He was arrogant and unwilling to waste time, so he took the initiative to walk in the rivers and lakes. When he saw someone molesting a girl, he jumped out and accused him righteously.
However, he was easily interrupted and even seriously injured. He watched the person who hurt him walk away.
The grief and indignation in his heart was hard to express. After being severely wounded, he came to Wushuang City with difficulty and wanted to learn skills from the Lord of Wushuang City. However, he couldn't even get in because he was dressed in rags and was thrown far away by the slaves of the Lord of Wushuang City.
He almost became a beggar in Wushuang City, and finally breathed his last while suffering from various illnesses outside Wushuang City.
Even before he died, he tightly held the wooden sword in his hand. His last pride was also his last stubbornness.
"What a miserable baby."
Tang Xuanming sat up from the ground. The tattered beggar-like attire made him scratch his head, and the pain radiating from his skinny arms and chest and abdomen made him frown.
It was a hidden wound left behind when he was punched in the chest by a martial artist while doing chivalry while walking around the world.
"This is really embarrassing. I started with a wooden sword."
This was the first time that Tang Xuanming encountered such a low-level person who actually landed in the body of a dead boy.
He straightened his appearance a little, washed his face by a small river, and stared at the reflection in the river, dazed for a while.
"He still looks quite handsome, but he is too stupid, cough... cough..."
It was just a word, but it also involved hidden injuries to his lungs. The martial artist who hurt him showed no mercy at all, and directly injured the lung meridians of this young man who couldn't even do Three-Legged Cat Kung Fu.
The mind was extremely vicious and would make the young man die due to poverty and illness. The young man survived for half a year, and his injuries became more and more serious. Unless a top martial arts master came to help, it would be difficult for him to survive.
Now, this has become a difficult problem before Tang Xuanming.