The First Cause of All Realms

The latest website: The boundary between superior martial arts and divine arts is the will of the Martial Saint.

Any divine art contains the will of the creator. If the artisans of later generations can overcome the will of others, they can practice it to great success.

Tiangangquan is one of the four great fists of ancient and modern times, and it is as famous as the Baquan of King Zhao of Xifu, the Brahmaquan of Eternal Moon Wheel Temple in Dali, and the Godquan of Gaojia in the late Tang Dynasty.

Some people even call it, the ancient and modern boxing has the highest conception!

The Great Ancestor of Ming Dynasty, Zhang Yuanzhu, relied on this fist to push the world across the world, reigning supreme for a lifetime.

The same Tiangang Fist, in Henry Zhangyi's hands, has been considered a bit of atmosphere, and Yang Yu was also surprised at that time, but it was only at this time that he really felt the true meaning of this boxing method!

This is the fist of the emperor, this is the fist of the emperor, and even more, the fist of the hero who swallows the world!

hum!

Like the sun surveying the sky, its power is mighty and splendid to the extreme.

If it is said that Henry Zhang’s tyrannical fist is the Frost Dao that all things in the world cannot be disobeyed, then this Tian Gangquan is the kingly fist of all kinds in my hands.

Not like martial arts, but more like supernatural powers, asking in a trance, it seems that there are constellations in the sky and the gods of the sea of ​​​​stars gathered together to lift and push together.

Boom!

Between the barren forests, there was another roar, as if the ground was shaking and the mountains were shaking.

Yang Yu's body shook violently, and the cracks spread out more than ten feet below him, and the smoke and dust rose like clouds.

"Brother Yang?"

Qin Si exclaimed, not knowing what happened.

"The brand in this human seed bag is indeed left by Zhang Yuanzhu. This Great Ancestor of the Ming Dynasty's fist is really good, and he suffered a little..."

Wiping off the blood that oozes from the corners of his eyes, Yang Yu lightly rubbed his temples. This Heavenly Gang fist was really tyrannical. Even if he had been prepared, he still suffered some injuries.

"It's not easy to overpower his will..."

"It's really Zhang Yuanzhu..."

Urging the magic power to disperse the smoke and dust, Qin Si took a few steps forward and felt the faint wave of fist intent, and she couldn't help but feel dignified.

From ancient times to the present, it is not easy to keep a name in history or in martial arts. Time has changed, and no matter how big a person is, it is difficult to be remembered by future generations.

Zhang Yuanzhu, but it is both

In the history books, his status is extremely high. In the end of the Ming Dynasty for four hundred years, he was an outstanding emperor who was known as one emperor through the ages.

In the arena, he is also the most vocal. Before Henry Zhang, many people believed that he was the supreme master who was comparable to Lu Chen and Bodhidharma.

"Do you have to overpower his will before you can sacrifice this human seed bag?"

Qin Ru thought about it:

"Brother Yang, if you can lead it out, maybe, I can try to drive it away, maybe, I can try to turn the harm into a good thing..."

"Expulsion?"

Yang Prison thought for a while, but still refused;

"Divine power is not omnipotent. Your supernatural power has not yet been promoted to the second level. If you want to drive away the will of Martial Saint, I am afraid that it will be backlashed..."

The supernatural power also has a limit. According to his estimation, the first level of supernatural power should be equivalent to the ninth-grade Dacheng of superior martial arts. Maybe it is even more magical, but it is not bad.

But in any case, it is almost impossible for the first-level supernatural power to drive away Zhang Yuanzhu's Tiangang fist will.

and….…

"The journey to Montenegro is not too close, so it's just a good time to kill time. At this time, my martial arts entry has reached a bottleneck. Perhaps I can use Zhang Yuanzhu's boxing will to sort out my own martial arts system..."

Yang Prison soothes his spirit and his eyes are bright.

In the past ten years, he has naturally been very diligent in cultivation, but the crisis that has always been pressing on him has made it difficult for him to calm down and sort out the martial arts.

Of course, at that time he was still far from this level, and following the example of his predecessors was the best way.

At this moment, he was already standing at the peak before Martial Saint, so naturally it was different.

"Brother Yang, are you trying to create merit?"

Qin Si's heart was extremely complicated.

These days, she has been very diligent in her practice, and her progress has been very fast. She has already condensed her true strength, and she may be able to cast a blood furnace in a few years at her own expense.

However…

"Creating merit can't be talked about, sorting out oneself is the main thing."

Putting away the human seed bag, Yang Prison's breath slipped a little, but his spirit was surprisingly good.

As the Dharma King Red Sun said, the warriors who were born in this world are much more fortunate than in any era since ancient times.

Lu Chen, Bodhidharma, sloppy passers-by, Zhang Yuanzhu, Zhang Xuanba... and even countless famous or unknown sages in history have already expanded the road of martial arts to a very high level

At the end of Qin Dynasty 3,000 years ago, when martial arts sprout, the vast majority of martial artists were stumbled and stumbled. Even if they made some achievements, there were also some coincidences.

At that time, it seems that only a few people such as Lu Chen and Ba Zun who have cultivated to the current level of martial arts.

Therefore, those warriors must create merit before the grandmaster.

Two thousand years ago, Bodhidharma combed the martial arts and opened up the Zen martial arts. At that time, before the master, it was almost a smooth road, and there was no need to **** at a loss, and there was no need to create merits too early.

More than a thousand years ago, after the Taoist Taoist proposed the four steps of the martial arts, it seems that even the martial arts have traces to follow.

It's not that the descendants are not as good as the predecessors, but that some people learn, so why go to the fog to explore?

Feeling Yang Yu's will, the goshawk fluttered down,

"Back to Montenegro?"

Qin Si asked, suddenly feeling a little uneasy in her heart.

"Go back, but, before returning, there are still some things to do..."

With a single step, he carried Qin Si onto Tang's back, Yang Prison raised his sleeves, and Cang Tang fluttered away.

"This direction is Yunzhou?"

"Yunzhou is lost. With Mr. Xu and Mr. Wang here, we don't need to intervene. Let's take a walk through Qingyan Mansion—"

Yang Prison overlooks the sea of ​​clouds, his eyes are gloomy;

"Go and see that, the shame of Martial Saint...

 …

In troubled times, use heavy code.

The first time he returned to Longyuan City, Wang Muzhi felt the turmoil in Longyuan City. On the street, everyone closed their doors. At first glance, the most prosperous restaurants were very deserted.

There were only contingents of soldiers on patrol.

With the full support of Princess Longyuan, after Xu Lao returned to the city, he had already begun to purge the imperial court, and many ministers, including Li Yan, were imprisoned..."

Qiu Zhanyu waited for a long time at the gate of the city, and when he saw Wang Muzhi's return, he breathed a sigh of relief, and told him about the drastic changes in the city in the past few days.

Emperor Qian Ting was arrested and taken away. This was an earth-shattering event, and the ministers almost quarreled.

When the Crown Prince of Shendu succeeded to the throne, the news that Teng Dilong was named a national teacher caused an uproar.

All the ministers, including Li Yan, demanded that the Shence Army be immediately gathered, and the Yulin Army returned to Shendu.

"Xu Lao fought against all the opinions and persuaded the commander of the Shence Army to "Qishengyan", and the army will open Yunzhou tomorrow to defend against Sirius..."

Qiu Zhanyu sighed:

"The night of His Majesty's captivity, the wind was surging, and the imperial court felt like a storm..."

"It has nothing to do with him... The change in the situation is that Prince Zhao died."

Wang Muzhi is very calm

"Today, everyone knows that the heavenly change is coming, but they don't know that the heavenly change has already come for four hundred years, and the old order is no longer applicable to this world..."

"what?"

Qiu Zhanyu was slightly startled.

"In the 2,600 years before the Ming Dynasty, even in the prosperous world of martial arts where Daoist Relics lived, in fact, there were only two or three Martial Saints who survived together.

But now, there are more than ten Martial Saints in the world? I am afraid that there will be twenty people..."

Wang Muzhi slowly paced:

"It's not just the rise of the lake and the emergence of supernatural power masters like mushrooms after a rain. It's the change of the sky. The collapse of the old order is also the change of the sky!"

The day has changed, it has already come!

Wang Muzhi's heart is like a mirror.

He has read Taoist and Buddhist scriptures thoroughly, and has also entered the fairy and magic realm several times, and he also has a good understanding of the ancient times.

In ancient times, there were also dynasties, but the records that dynasties dominated the secular world were only recorded in the history books for three thousand years!

In the past 2,000 years or so, the ruler of the dynasty has been fortunate in the world. The most fundamental reason is that the imperial court has the most powerful organ of violence in the world.

A grandmaster, one cavalry is a thousand, a great grandmaster, one person can form an army, one person can conquer a city or a state, but in the end, he can't match the power of a dynasty or a country.

However, Wu Sheng is different!

Within a short distance, Wu Sheng can be an enemy of a country!

"Zhang Yuanzhu is indeed an extraordinary genius. Four hundred years ago, he had already noticed this. Therefore, he left behind many magical tools to control the country, the Dao soldiers Hanshan, and Jinyiwei and Liumenmen. , divided into nine branches, and inherited their own magical skills..."

While speaking, Wang Muzhi paused slightly and looked towards the alley:

"In the past 400 years, the old order is still maintained. First, it is because of people's hearts, and the monarchy for 3,000 years has been deeply rooted in people's hearts.

Secondly, it is also because the heritage left by the great ancestor is so deep and deep that the Ming Dynasty three days ago can still manage to maintain..."

At the entrance of the alley, Xu Wenji leaned on a bamboo stick and stood silently.

"...But now, it's very different."

Wang Muzhi paused for a moment, and seeing that his teacher did not open his mouth to refute, he continued:

"Don't talk about Lin Daoren, it doesn't count as disciples and Yang Yu, and it doesn't count as Xue Dilong, Xu Jing, Qi Daoguang, Song Tiandao, Tie Hengliu, Mitianjiao Guan Qi, these are just a thin line, and they can cross the threshold at any time. The great master, not the one in the street and the mountains,

Even Lian Min asked those supernatural masters who are not as eye-catching as the great masters of martial arts, but have already walked three steps of Taoism, and are about to rank among the ten capitals...

But there are as many as 18 people on the splendid list!"

"Up to now, the disciples don't know how that Prince Zhao was able to deter so many Martial Saint Ten Capitals...

At this point, Wang Muzhi had no choice but to admire, but he also sighed.

"But in this world, there is no second Henry Zhang..."

"You're right."

Xu Wenji nodded silently and sighed;

"As you say, so what?"

This time, Wang Muzhi was silent.

"The old man asks you, before ancient times, what was it called with Longyuan Dao as the center and a radius of 180,000 miles?"

Wang Muzhi's heart trembled.

"Old man, come and answer you..."

Taking a deep look at his disciple, Xu Wenji's bamboo stick gave a heavy meal:

"Ranch, Yinsi Ranch!"

"You tell the old man, what is a pasture, what are they kept in captivity?!"