Chapter 815 The People of the Far North (please vote for recommendation)

Chapter 815 The People of the Far North (please vote for recommendation)

The winding canyon is like a wound on the ground, "lying" like a centipede in the white snow. Many of them are covered with ice that has not melted for many years, reflecting the crystal light.

There are two people standing on the cliff on the left. The leader is facing the sun, breathing in the sunlight, and there is a faint flame flowing in his breath.

He has a young appearance, in his twenties, with a bit of arrogance hidden in his eyebrows. He wears a fur hat and a silver-white tight-fitting robe. Under the bright sun, he shimmers with light, as if he is made of scales sewn together. Complete, the breath runs through the whole body, the top is aligned with the sun, and the bottom is hooked to the majestic depths of the earth, which is extraordinary.

Behind him is a woman in a fiery red dress, with delicate eyebrows, youthful and full of vitality.

"Senior brother, are you okay?" the woman in the red dress asked with concern.

The young man's eyes are slightly small, giving the impression that he is always squinting. The rest of his facial features are not outstanding, but under the combination of the domineering aura and the self-confidence from the heart, there is actually something The indescribable charm attracts the attention of others.

At this time, he smiled slightly and said: "A little injured, the sun has recovered. There are indeed many strong people in the south, and I was not disappointed."

The woman in the red dress pouted slightly: "You dragged me south without saying anything. What on earth do you want to do?"

My senior brother Chen Zhao is a rare talent from the Far North. He was promoted to Grandmaster before he was thirty, and he still practices techniques that are considered unsuitable for the cold environment and were abandoned by previous generations of ancestors in the sect. Now, he has just reached the level of promotion. In five years, I have challenged all the masters except a few old monsters without ever losing. This is the pride of the sect and my own pride. The only flaw is that I am too casual. I often go deep into whatever I think of without telling my master. The core of the Far North is worrying.

The same thing happened this time. As soon as I came out of seclusion and stabilized the realm of outdoor scenes, I was pulled by my senior brother and hurried south. Some time ago, I happened to meet a few fleeing masters and almost fell into a desperate situation. Fortunately, The other party didn't want to entangle, didn't want to stay, didn't want to make a big noise, and left in a hurry after the slightest confrontation.

Chen Zhao still squinted his eyes, took a gentle breath of the cold air, and said casually: "Can't you see it yet? I will take you to travel to the south, find strong people to challenge, and polish yourself."

"Traveling to the south and challenging the strong?" The woman in the red dress raised her slender eyebrows, somewhat surprised, "Senior brother, this, isn't this not good?"

Since the chaotic times of the Demon Buddha in the Middle Ages, few sects from the Far North have traveled south. It is too late to explore the mysterious and unpredictable core of the Far North, so why bother with the outside world.

Of course, there are not without exceptions, but some died during their travels, and some returned from deep shocks, with not many good endings. As a result, the demonization of the South has become more and more popular from generation to generation, and young people regard it as a snake and a scorpion. If you dare to go south, once you have achieved success and can be called a strong man, you will lose your vigor and vigor. You would rather explore the far north and sit on one side than mess with things elsewhere.

Chen Zhao sneered: "What's wrong? What's the good of being stubborn like the old men? In the far north, we have either Frost Sword, Ice Soul Divine Finger, Yuanci Zhang, Frozen Divine Sword, each one has its own sect. The names are different, and the tools used to explain martial arts are different, but they are not actually similar things?”

He closed his eyes, his face bathed in the golden sunshine, and said in an almost dreamy tone: "The world is so big, there are sun, moon, stars, rivers, vast sky, lush trees, vast oceans, lightning and thunder, There are strong winds howling, evil demons and ghosts, a beginning and an end. It is by no means a monotonous ice and magnetism. The same is true for martial arts. It explains different heavenly principles and uses one body to represent the world. Each has its own splendor and characteristics. Each has its own strengths.”

"The world is vast and magnificent, and the martial arts are profound and diverse, waiting for us to see and explore. Just thinking about it makes my blood boil."

His junior sister and fiancée Liu Zejun was also a little fascinated after hearing this. She was able to break through to the location at the age of 27 or 28. She has no shortage of talent and hard work, and she still has strong confidence in martial arts.

"But it is said that martial arts in the south are prosperous and talented people emerge in endlessly, which is not comparable to our extreme north. It is not that there were no predecessors who traveled south to face challenges in the past, but they often suffered serious setbacks and returned. Some even lost their confidence in martial arts, leaving helplessness in their hearts. The hidden dangers of making up for it..." Liu Zejun was still a little worried.

The clans of the Far North Sect have more or less dealt with the powerful outsiders who came to the Far North in search of natural materials and earthly treasures, so they don’t know anything about the south. However, it is easier for them to imagine themselves if they only know a little bit about it, and some of them have suffered disastrous defeats. Taking seniors as examples, it is inevitable to form a subconscious self-reclusion.

Chen Zhao couldn't help but laugh, and turned to look at his junior sister: "Don't you have confidence in me, senior brother?"

"A master who is less than thirty, even in the records of medieval classics, is by no means ordinary, and the exercises we practice are not incomplete or omitted, but are genuine Dharmakaya inheritance. Compared with those in the south, there is no significant difference. In this case, the same Being a Grandmaster, what kind of huge difference can there be?"

"Except for those old men, the rest of the masters can at most rely on their skills to be deeper and more pure, and their realm is a little better than one or two, so that they can tie with me. The world is so big, where can I not go?"

He spoke with full confidence and high spirits, which dazzled junior sister Liu Zejun. This is the most charming thing about senior brother.

"And I suspect that those seniors who failed miserably in the past were because they were stuck in their own ways in the far north and had never seen other techniques. However, there are many strong people in the south who are good at ice and Yuan magnetism. They have similar experience with each other, so in the first encounter Afterwards, he suffered a huge loss, lost his confidence and momentum, and returned in embarrassment after repeated defeats." Chen Zhao took a deep breath and said, "And I am well prepared, as evidenced by the previous encounters."

Liu Zejun's attitude quickly changed, and he said with a bright smile: "Although there are many talented people in the south, I believe that few can surpass you, senior brother. Even if you cannot sweep away those of your generation and level, you will not be inferior to the best among them." too much."

Chen Zhao nodded slightly and sighed:

"I hope Nanbian Jianghu won't disappoint me. I'm looking forward to it."

The powerful momentum and the confidence accumulated from victory after victory make his spirit, spirit and mind integrated, giving people the feeling of standing tall on a mountain.

Liu Zejun was not too old and had a lively temperament. After letting go of his worries, he also longed to travel south and said casually: "When you reach the top, senior brother, let's go back to the far north and enter the Ice and Snow Palace to see what adventures we have."

Chen Zhao was about to answer when suddenly something moved in his heart. He looked back towards the southeast of the canyon and saw a man in black clothes and a strong suit carrying a knife. He had an outstanding appearance and his aura was somewhat similar to his own. He was the kind of man who had defeated a man who had defeated him. The strong self-confidence accumulated behind a powerful enemy, the self-confidence that suppresses the enemy's momentum and mind.

"What a good opponent!" His face was filled with joy. He took a step forward and looked into each other's eyes. Their energy collided immediately, and there were sparks in the middle, which were particularly vivid against the white snow.

Meng Qi concealed his aura at first, but when he found out that they were not the Golden Horde warriors and the Immortality Sect shaman, he openly came over and asked, "Has this friend ever met these masters?"

The frosty air gathered in the air and condensed into pictures, which looked like Has'ullah and others.

Chen Zhao laughed and said, "We have just fought each other not long ago. If you want to know their whereabouts, you should compete with me first to see if you have the qualifications."

"I insist on my wish, but I don't dare to ask for it." Finding that the other party was also a master, and also had the strong self-confidence derived from experience, Meng Qi already had some fighting spirit. He moved his right hand back, grasped the handle of the knife, and looked It seems slow, but it seems to be permeating and covering the surroundings. Yin and Yang are flowing, and it is difficult to know what is the origin and what is transformation. It is random and real, and cannot be measured until you hold the handle of the knife.

Chen Zhao's eyes lit up and his pressure rose sharply: "Okay!"

As if he was facing a formidable enemy, a fireball appeared behind him. The fireball kept gathering and erupting flames, as if the sun had descended here. At the same time, the acupoints all over his body opened, and every acupuncture point seemed to hide a miniature sun, all the time. It kept spewing out terrifying abilities, and its body surface was covered with a thin layer of red fire.

In Meng Qi's eyes, Chen Zhao was like a nuclear reactor lit in every acupuncture point, and his movements were filled with terrifying power and heat.

He is a warrior who is good at strength... This realization instantly appeared in Meng Qi's mind.

Great, I happen to be good at strength too!

Meng Qi took out the wound from the sky, followed the sword's force, and appeared in front of Chen Zhao in an instant.

Chen Zhao held a long stick in his hand, nothing fancy. He concentrated the power of the acupoints all over his body in his hands and slashed hard.

boom!

The sword and stick hit each other, and an explosion occurred directly on the spot, shattering the accumulated ice, collapsing part of the cliff, and rolling out a mushroom cloud.

Surrounded by flames and washed away by the shock wave, Meng Qi showed no signs of abnormality and swung his sword out again.

The distance was very close and the speed was very fast. Chen Zhao had no way to get out of the way, so he could only parry with his stick and retreat while fighting.

Bang bang bang!

Meng Qi strode forward, swords and sticks collided one after another, and the explosions formed a forest of flaming mushrooms as Chen Zhao retreated.

Boom, boom, boom! Sections of the cliff collapsed, the snow melted, and the air flow flew away.

The two of them fought very fast, seemingly relying solely on strength. The more they fought, the more frightened Chen Zhao became. Where did this monster come from? It actually made his hands tremble and he felt overwhelmed. The physical strength was simply unbelievable.

Moreover, his swordsmanship was natural, and he had all kinds of mysterious moves at his fingertips. He suppressed him tightly and only had the ability to parry.

What's even more frightening is that the aftermath and flames of the explosion seem to be unable to harm him, but he has been harmed repeatedly, and his momentum has slowly declined. If he continues to fight like this, he will lose soon!

What a beast! Chen Zhao encountered this enemy for the first time since he left the army. He gritted his teeth and could only resort to pressure tactics to reverse the situation of the battle and switch from defense to offense.

Meng Qi was majestic and moved forward ferociously, not caring about the collision of swords and sticks. This was the fighting method in which a physical tyrant could best exploit his advantages.

The fireball behind Chen Zhao was the first to emit high temperature and create a furnace field, but Meng Qi did not accept this trick at all. His body was filled with light gold, like a god and Buddha descending. So, the fireball flew forward, penetrated into Chen Zhao's body, and covered his whole body. The power of the acupoints condensed into one force.

"Open!" Chen Zhao used all his strength and swung the copper stick, which could almost tear the sky.

Meng Qi's body expanded, everything returned to empty space, and he slashed with his long sword.

Boom! The sky and the earth turned pale, as if only black and white remained, and a figure flew out upside down, bleeding from the tiger's mouth, it was Chen Zhao.

Meng Qi was waiting to ask questions when a shooting star suddenly shot up in the distance.

Signal for help!

Full of frustration, Chen Zhao stabilized his figure and said loudly: "Your Excellency, what is your surname? I am from the far north..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the man in black clothes disappear from the place and flew to the northeast.

"I am Chen Zhao from the Far North..." Chen Zhao muttered to himself with a sluggish expression, his expression was a bit painful and a bit fanatical.

Follow me!

I'm late again. I have no excuse. It's just that I was too late and overestimated my current speed. I'm really sorry.

There are now two chapters and a thousand words missing. To express my apology, there are three chapters missing in total. I will start filling in tomorrow! Please vote for recommendations.