The old man said calmly, "Xie Ling fought Luo Yang when he was at his peak. Luckily, he didn't die, but he should have been seriously injured. I guess it's not strange for him to be killed when he fell from Xuan Zhi to Jin Gang. The Top Ten List of Diabolism is not like the Martial List. It's based on fame and cannot convince the public. The top three were still alright, but when the old servant and Duan Bo Er returned, the remaining seven were a mess. For example, the Dragon King beside Princess Hong Yan was only ranked ninth, but he had a sixty percent chance of winning against the fifth ranked female zither player. At the end of the day, in the path of martial arts, the best way to kill and break one's hand was to break through from the second stage to the first stage, step by step, and then use the Vajra Finger Mysterious Celestial Phenomenon to reach the Earth Immortal Realm. There were a few youngsters who appeared to be extraordinarily talented, yet they were immediately astonished by their brilliance, and were rumored to have extraordinary achievements in the future. However, in this old servant's opinion, they were not even worth mentioning. Therefore, even though Hong Jingyan was fierce, his future achievements would most likely be far inferior to Luo Yang, the number one figure of the Devil Path. This old servant has surveyed the Jianghu of the Northern Mang and Li Yang dynasties. In the past hundred years, there were only five such figures. Dragon and Tiger, Qi Xuanzhu, and Wu Dang's Hong Shixiang could be considered the same person. The last four people are all very careful. Little master, don't think that Yelu Dongchuang and Murong Shuilong are at a higher level than you. You are the only one who has the chance to be on the same level as the other five. I am looking forward to it, so I don't want to die. Haha. "
The demon in the brocade robe laughed eerily, like an evil spirit walking in the night.
The young man stretched and said slowly, "After hearing what you said, I want to kill again."
The sun was setting in the west. In the herdsman's camp, the sun was setting. The heat was fading away, and the wind was blowing. It was peaceful and peaceful. The herdsmen of the grassland mainly ate meat and dairy products. The meat came from cows, horses, and alpacas that died naturally, as well as wolves, foxes, deer, and rabbits that were hunted. If the cows or horses died, they would be cut into strips and hung under the sun to dry in a ventilated place. Their internal organs would be made into sausages and eaten raw. Freshly slaughtered mutton was a rare feast. Thin slices of mutton were soaked in salt water and sliced with a sharp knife. Hsu Fengnian was squatting at the side, watching how the herdsmen milked the horses. The method was peculiar. First, they nailed two wooden stakes into the ground, then pulled up a long rope and tied the mare to the young horse for a period of time. The mare would gradually run to the young horse's side. It was unusually quiet, and the milking process was much smoother. If the horse's milk was fresh, it would be very sweet and not inferior to cow's milk. Hsu Fengnian watched as Huyan Guanyin and the granddaughter of the Old Patriarch milked the horses skillfully. After the milk was poured into the large leather pouch, it was handed over to the young men in the tribe to stir and beat. It was said that after the "horse's milk" was fermented, the residue at the bottom of the leather pouch would be used to feed the livestock slaves. The pure part on top would be enjoyed by the superior herdsmen in the tribe. Some of the best horse's milk would even be offered as a tribute to Shiti.
Hsu Fengnian squatted beside a child named Ah Baoji. He did not speak, but just followed this immortal Bodhisattva in his heart from afar. No matter how he looked at it, he would never get tired of it.
Hsu Fengnian suppressed his hot and dry emotions. Looking in this direction, he could just see the details of Huyan Guanyin's milking. He clicked his tongue and said, "Her technique is really not bad."
During the official dinner that followed, the Patriarch Huyan Anbao not only served a whole roasted lamb to this living Bodhisattva who was the benefactor of the entire tribe, he also took out his precious collection of tiger bone wine and yellow rice wine. The staple food was a meticulously brewed soup made from barley and mutton. This was almost all of the tribe's wealth. Hsu Fengnian wolfed down the food and especially did not refuse anyone who offered him a toast. This made the dozen or so forthright herdsmen who represented their respective camps to have a better impression of him. Most of them drank to their heart's content and were dead drunk. The Old Patriarch was no exception. On the contrary, Hsu Fengnian had the cultivation of the Great Yellow Court and the disposition of a large volume of alcohol. After the banquet ended, he walked out of the tent that was filled with the smell of wine and meat. The herdsmen were more in awe of this young man with profound martial arts than they were close to him, so they did not dare to disturb him. Hsu Fengnian came to the lakeside to raise the Huangtong sword embryo. After the flying sword entered his sleeve, he saw Huyan Guanyin leading the evasive Ah Baoji over.
The young girl gathered her courage and said, "Ah Baoji wishes to be your disciple and learn martial arts from you."
Hsu Fengnian shook his head and said, "That's impossible."
Although the child did not understand the language of the Southern Dynasties, he could still clearly see the Bodhisattva shaking his head.
The young girl hesitated for a moment and said softly, "I beg you to teach him one or two fist techniques. Any fist technique will do."
Hsu Fengnian laughed and said, "Am I very close to you? Do I owe you money? "
Huyan Guanyin bit her lips, her gaze desolate. Hsu Fengnian ignored her. He broke off a leaf of water grass and flicked it with his finger, tearing open the surface of the lake. However, it did not move forward in a straight line. Instead, it twisted and slithered like a fish snake. Ah Baoji was dumbfounded. This was much more powerful than the martial arts masters in his clan. This was not Hsu Fengnian's intention to show off in front of them. It was just a casual move. On the sixth page of the knife manual, the Opening Shu Style seemed to be wide and wide, but it was actually complicated and obscure. On the seventh page, the Swimming Fish Style was still a skillful move. Compared to the Sword Qi Rolling Dragon Wall, it lacked sharpness but was more rounded. On the latest page, the eighth page was called the Black Hair Knot. It was like a mass of tangles. Hsu Fengnian did not know where to start. Since he had nothing to do, he could only entertain himself and treat it as practice makes perfect. He kept breaking off leaves and tearing open the surface of the lake. The rich in martial arts and the poor in literature. Apart from the family background, martial arts ultimately required hard work and unremitting practice. This was also the biggest obstacle. Otherwise, the rich aristocratic families, who were richer than the nobles, did not lack secret manuals, weapons, and expensive medicines to strengthen the body, logically speaking, they should have produced many masters. However, in fact, the majority were still powerful martial artists who came from ordinary families. Whether it was Li Chungang or Old Huang, they all came from the poor streets. This was probably the root of why the martial arts world was far more lively than the literary world.
Other than the fair ranking of the ten people in the Beimang Martial Arts Roll, what was more attractive was that all the martial arts masters in the two dynasties and two jianghu who had reached the First Pin Realm were "captured in one fell swoop". There were a total of 32 people. Even if there were some left out, it was still an unprecedented feat.
Hsu Fengnian knew that among the First Pin masters in the Beimang Martial Arts Roll, there were several young martial arts masters of similar age. Among them, Yelu Dongbed and Murong Longshui were both members of the royal family. The former was a military upstart in the palace tent and was in harmony with Dong Zhuo. The latter was a woman, but unfortunately, she was as fat as a pig and looked worrisome.
On the Beiliang side, Chen Zhibao and Yuan Zuozong were both on the roll. The former was even regarded as the new generation of Spear Immortal.
Hsu Fengnian narrowed his eyes and thought of the situation where the Tsing Yi almost killed the White Yi.
Then he thought of her dimples.
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(The next chapter is before 12 o 'clock. The third chapter is estimated to be around 4 o 'clock in the morning.)
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