Chapter 1 Changyue City Jiachen

It's night, dark as ink, silent, and occasionally crives singing, but it looks quieter.

In a large house, there is no light in the dark night. The whole room is filled with the heavy breathing of men. Looking faintly, it seems that there is a person sitting in the room and does not move.

** Sitting on his upper body, ** Jiachen gasped, looking at the big drops of sweat dripping from the tip of his nose and chin, and watching the deep bone wound on his left arm being healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Jiachen suddenly shook his hair, sweat splashed everywhere, and began to recall today's hearty battle.

Today's battle can be said to be the most difficult battle Jiachen has encountered since he entered the martial arts circle so far. Both sides of the whole battle are on the line, and a little negligence is a bottomless abyss. Fortunately, Jiachen finally defended his reputation as the first martial artist in Changyue City, and even Jiachen paid a heavy price.

Two years ago, Jia Chen left his husband who had raised him for 15 years, left the dense forest where Jia Chen had been detained for 15 years, and went out alone to complete the task he gave him, in order to find his own meaning.

For the sake of strength and strength, Jiachen, who came to Changyue City, did not hesitate to choose a martial artist, a profession full of violence and blood, and also a profession of geniuses, a circle full of the dirtiest side of the world. Martial fighters, to put it bluntly, martial artists are performed by rich businessmen and nobles who can't cultivate but have a lot of time and money to spend.

They are like beasts in other circles. They survive by fighting with their owntong leis. They get dignity, money, glory and status by killing their owntong leis. Even though martial artists are the most dangerous and violent profession, the best among martial artists is also thousands of glory. For example, Jia Chen.

Since entering the Changyue City martial arts circle, Jiachen's record is 117 wins and 0 losses! In this world where the mortality rate is almost 100%, Jia Chen has one of the most alternative record, that is, none of the 117 people who competed with Jia Chen died, and all of them survived! Therefore, Jiachen also won the title of King of Benevolence and Righteousness of Changyue City. Some people respect and disdain this title, because it violates the martial arts circle that advocates killing.

It's not that Jia Chen is too kind, but that Jia Chen doesn't dare to kill. Looking at the wound that healed in his left arm, Jia Chen once again sighed the strength of the blood of the heavenly demon, the strong combat physique, which is far higher than the accumulation of ordinary people's internal strength, fast healing ability, and everything makes Jia Chen have extraordinary combat effectiveness. But it is also the blood of the demon that has achieved the title of Jiachen's current king of benevolence and righteousness.

The bloodline of the demon is proud of killing. It is powerful because of killing. Jiachen, who has the bloodline of the demon, also wants to experience the pleasure of killing, but every time Jiachen feels the heart that is about to move, Jiachen remembers what his husband once warned Jiachen that if killing achieves the bloodline of the demon, then killing will also make you ashes. Destroy!

In the past two years, Jiachen did not dare to disobey his warning. As the time of cultivation deepened, Jiachen increasingly understood the bloodline of the heavenly demon. Pravating the bloodline of the heavenly demon was like walking on the edge of a cliff. If he was not careful, he would fall into the abyss and be eroded into a killing machine by the heart demon. Therefore, Jiachen has been carefully suppressing the murderous Desire, but because of this, Jia Chen's strength has also been suppressed, and there is nothing Jia Chen can do about it.

From the beginning of refining two years ago to the late spiritual transformation, it will take Jiachen a while to enter the last stage of the mortal world. Looking at the empty soul beads in the center of the sea of Qi, Jia Chen smiled helplessly. He didn't know how to wait until he was himself. When you go to hit the real world, where do you want to get such a huge soul spirit, fill this waiting soul bead, and sacrifice yourself to overcome the disaster.

The mortal world is divided into six levels: foundation building, nourishing qi, refining, concentration, spiritual rotation and Zhoutian, each of which has three stages.

After the mortal realm, it symbolizes the real realm of separation from mortals and truly becoming monks! And the real world is the sign of real cultivation.

From ancient times to the present, how many people dream of the real world, and how many people can't enter the real world and die with hatred all their lives. The real world, the legendary fairy, the truly powerful and contemptful power of heaven and earth, "When can I reach the real world?" Jiachen thought of it.

"Hey..." Shake his head and don't think much about it. Jiachen adjusted his breath and entered a state of cultivation. In the past few days, Jiachen will not have any more battles, because he will represent Changyue City in the martial arts competition held throughout Cangyuezhou. To put it bluntly, the most outstanding martial artists in each city will come together to be more intense. Kill and fight against the most powerful warrior in the mortal world.

Time passed quickly in cultivation, and it was a new day in a blink of an eye. Opening his eyes, Jia Chen was in high spirit again.

The trauma left by yesterday's battle seems to be nothing serious. Jiachen, who was full of energy, came to the practice field specially built for the top martial artists in Changyue City. Jiachen took out the nameless black sword that had followed him for many years and began to practice the sword seriously. The black sword did not start, and Jia Chen also hoped that it would never start, which was good.

"Hmm, little white face." Jia Chen, who had just entered the state, was interrupted. He looked helplessly at Juyong who came towards him. Jia Chen knew that he could not live in peace today.

Juyong is the only martial artist in Changyue City who can stand at the same level as Jiachen. He also became the first martial artist in Changyue City, with the same name as Jiachen.

Juyong has also been famous for a long time. He is known as the king of slaughter. The reason is that Juyong is extremely cruel and murderous. All the people who fought with Jia Chen survived, but the people who fought with Juyong have never survived. These two are the holders of the two major records of Changyue City.

Juyong has never been used to Jiachen, because the two are destined to be competitors, but they have fought many times and have never been able to tell the winner. Each time it ends with serious injuries to both sides. Juyong wanted to kill Jiachen on the martial arts arena and enjoy the king of the Long Moon City, but Jiachen failed to do what he wanted, but Fortunately, Juyong is not the kind of villain who secretly attacks.

Juyong can't get used to another point that Jiachen is that Juyong, whose strength is in the late Zhoutian, can't beat Jiachen in the late spiritual transformation. Obviously, his strength is completely higher, which is completely overwhelming, but Jia Chen can compete with Juyong, which makes Juyong hold an evil fire every time he sees Jia Chen but has no place. Leak.

Jia Chen never dared to take Ju Yong lightly. Ju Yong is a person who has stepped into the real world with half a foot. Once Ju Yong enters the real world, it is completely different from heaven and earth. The strength of a real monk is unimaginable by others, and Jia Chen, who is even more extraordinary human world, can resist, so this is also what Jia Chen wants to be eager to mention. One reason for the increase in strength.

Jiachen looked at the shirtless Juyong, curled his lips boredly and ignored it.

"What? Are you so towering? Don't you dare to say a word to grandpa? Juyong walked to Jiachen and said like flirtingly that Juyong was extremely strong, with a tiger's back and bear's waist, and his bronze-colored mountain bag-like muscles were full of power. If it hadn't been allowed, Ju Yong would have run all over the street to show off his sexy muscles.

"Fuck!" Ju Yong suddenly jumped back, and then he dodged the sword spirit that Jia Chen suddenly scratched. He couldn't help cursing, "Fuck you, do you want to kill me? If you die, will you go to the martial arts conference instead of me? In fact, Jiachen's sword spirit will not cut Ju Yong's thick muscles at all.

"One more of you is not much, and one less of you is not much." Jia Chen said lightly that there are two places in each city of the martial arts conference, and Jia Chen and Juyong are in Changyue City.

"Bullshit, the glory of Changyue City depends on you. Do you know that you still have to be at the bottom as usual when you go to Changyue City!" Juyong casually scolded but scolded the pain of Changyue City. The weakness of the martial arts world of Changyue City is famous throughout Cangyuezhou. Changyue City does not live up to expectations at the annual martial arts conference, which also makes Changyue City become a joke in other cities. Even the people of Changyue City can't afford to raise their heads when they go out, because of the Tianmangxing, which advocates strength, Without power, there is no dignity. This sentence is used there.

"What about the last session? I didn't go." Jia Chen in the sword practice did not look back and threw a sentence casually.

"Hmm! I didn't go there last time!" Ju Yonglao blushed and hurriedly argued.

"You went." Jiachen turned around and stabbed another sword fiercely at Juyong. The blade roared and did not squint.

"Well... I didn't play at all." Juyong also casually dodged the sword and continued to quibble.

Jiachen stopped talking, but Juyong's words are true. In the last Changyue City, except for Juyong, others were not even qualified to participate in the martial arts conference. In order to avoid the sacrifice of Juyong, who was still young at that time, the wise leaders of Changyue City directly chose to abstain, saying that they would preserve their strength for the next session.

Regarding the martial arts conference, it is the biggest biennial feast in the non-cultivation world. The cultivation world is always so mysterious and out of reach, so the martial arts fighters have become the strongest people closest to reality in the eyes of mortals. They are also half a monk, and the martial arts conference is the highest level event held by mortals. For some martial artists who have not yet stepped into the world of cultivation, the martial arts conference symbolizes the highest glory and status and an opportunity to be truly famous all over the world. Most importantly, there will also be cultivation sects in the martial arts conference to watch, and the champion of the martial arts conference will definitely be selected as disciples by those cultivation sects, thus Really entering the legendary world of cultivation, there will be endless glory and wealth from then on.

This alone is enough for everyone to break their blood. Although the mortality rate of the martial arts conference is high every year, what is death under the ** of cultivation of immortality?

"As long as you don't die." After leaving this sentence lightly, Jia Chen put away the black sword and turned around and left. He had been completely unmoated by Ju Yong.

"Go to hell with a little white face!" Ju Yong looked at Jiachen's back, staring at his big eyes like a cowbell and a burst of curses, and his mouth full of saliva splashed everywhere.

"Wow, bad breath!" Jia Chen, who walked far away, waved his hand and shouted without looking back.

"Damn!" Juyong's sound was like a mountain ape singing, far away and bright, breaking through the clouds and winding the beam for a long time.

Back in the room, Jia Chen sat quietly in **, his eyes flashed like water, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Sir, two years, are you still in Cangyuezhou? Will you see me in three days? At that time, I will definitely become famous and famous all over the world. Sir, you must see it!" Jia Chen clenched his fists and whispered to himself, his eyes full of hope.

After calming down, Jia Chen took out a small black and simple kit, took out a yellowed letter from it, and carefully unfolded it. At this time, Jia Chen's thoughts returned to two years ago.