Chapter 340 The Hero of the Wind and Clouds Dominates the World

This is a remote mountain village. The whole village is called Bujiazhuang because their surname is Bu.

The population of the villa here is only 100. The villagers build the village on the mountain and drink it. In troubled times, it is not a few quiet places.

"Ding Ding Ding..."

The sound of beatings is constantly coming from the small village. Every family here has a built stove in front of the door, and this small mountain village is famous for casting weapons, and the weapons are more sharper than those ordinary goods on the market because they are refined by the mountain spring.

Therefore, this Bujiazhuang, which is full of a surname, is well-known within a hundred miles.

"Dad, what's the name of this sword!"

In front of the best forging furnace in Bujiazhuang, a six- or seven-year-old boy was standing curiously in front of a man with a naked upper body, constantly beating the sword in his hand and sweating.

"This sword is called the peerless sword, and this sword is the best sword cast in Dad's life!" There was a smile on the man's face, and the hammer in his hand kept beating on the sword billet that had just been taken out of the furnace, making a tinkling sound.

The middle-aged man keeps pounding the sword blank in his hand. Although this sword has not yet taken shape, only from the corner of the leopard in this tube, this forged sword should be the kind of broad type of sword.

"Dad, do you think a good sword is important for those Jianghu people, or a peerless martial arts is important!" Looking at the sweaty middle-aged man, the child looked at the sword blank in his father's hand and asked doubtfully.

"A good sword can raise a sense of security in the hearts of those who can't do martial arts, and those who can do martial arts have a good sword in their hands, which is like adding wings like a tiger. Therefore, in the eyes of those masters, a good sword is no less than a peerless martial arts skill.

After saying that, the middle-aged man smiled at the child and said, "Jingyun, you will also forge countless good swords like your father in the future to make those people in the world crazy."

"Don't worry, Dad, I will definitely create the best sword in the future, which is better than your peerless sword. Let those masters of the world come and beg me to cast swords for them..."

The child said happily, as if he had seen countless masters begging for his eyes.

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"One, two, three, four..."

There are endless shouts on the open martial arts arena. A group of children of different ages are wearing white practice clothes. At this time, they are practicing the most basic boxing skills under a big banner with the word "world" written on it.

"The world will be under the leadership of the overlord, and now the prestige in the martial arts is really high. Looking at these children, I'm sure that the hegemony of the world will definitely soar!"

With a sigh, an ugly old man in a sackcloth. Under the leadership of a man in a white robe and a pointed hat and looking like some female appearance, he passed by more than a thousand teenagers.

"Oh, Mud Bodhisattva, look at what you said." The man in a white pointed hat twisted his waist, picked up the small fan in his hand and kept shaking it, smiling like a woman; "You chose the feng shui pattern and location here by yourself, and the world will rise. Don't you also double your value!"

"I hope so!" Mud Bodhisattva nodded silently and scratched his itchy face. With the scratching, he even pulled a piece of rotten meat from his face.

"Mud Bodhisattva, if you can trust me, then I would like to ask you to hang up for me. I don't have anything else, just want to see..."

"Well..." Wen Chouchou, who had just turned around, immediately saw the stinking rotten meat in the hands of the mud bodhisattva.

There are countless small maggots on this rotten meat. With Wen Chou's eyes, a thick maggot like a thin line poked its head and cooperated with the rotten face flaw of the mud bodhisattva, so that Wen Chou couldn't help taking back what he wanted to say.

"What did you just say?" Mud Bodhisattva threw the carrion on the ground and asked Wen Chouchou.

"It's nothing. Let's go. Don't let the master wait!" Wen Chouchou covered his face with the small fan in his hand and smiled reluctantly after keeping a distance from the Mud Bodhisattva.

The clay bodhisattva didn't say much when he heard the sound. He lowered his head and passed through the place where the teenagers practiced martial arts. Under the gaze of the disciples of the World Association with knives and swords on both sides, he went step by step to the hall at the top of the mountain from the steps written with the three characters of the sword solving pool.

This is a very majestic hall, which looks magnificent from afar, like the emperor's palace and more than a sect's residence.

And in front of the door of the hall, a plaque with the three characters of the World Conference is hanging on the door, as everyone declared that this is the rudder of the World Conference.

The clay bodhisattva lowered his head and walked into the hall step by step. With the arrival of the clay bodhisattva and Wen Chouchou, many guards in golden armor stood on both sides.

"Master, be sound..." After entering the hall, the mud bodhisattva did not raise his head. He stood on the hall and arched his hand to the front.

"Mud Bodhisattva, I have been waiting for a long time!"

At the end of the hall is a crystal seat with a long beard and looks like a middle-aged man in his fifties. And from the position where this person sits and the word "the world" written on his back, it is not difficult to see that this person is the famous master of the world... Xiongba.....

"It's really my fault to keep Master Xiong waiting for a long time!" The mud bodhisattva lowered his head lower when he heard the sound.

"You guys retreat..." Xiong Ba stood up from his seat and waved to the guards in the hall.

"It's the master, and the villain quit." Wen Chouchou looked at the mud Bodhisattva beside him. He was good at being a man and immediately greeted the guards in the hall to walk out and closed the door when he left.

Looking at the empty hall, Xiongba stood gently beside the clay bodhisattva and whispered, "You and I have known each other for many years, and you also know my temperament. This time I'm here to call you to discuss important matters."

"The master wants to ask about the sword saint!" Mud Bodhisattva raised his head and had a pair of bright eyes on his sore face, as if he could see through everything in the world.

For the uncertain prophet of the clay bodhisattva, Xiong Ba is also accustomed to it and said without thinking about it; "It was my battle with the sword saint. Before I became famous, the sword saint was once a hero who was proud of the world. It's a pity that we haven't met, and now the date of the war is over, so I want to ask you, what are the chances of winning with him now!"

"With today's worldly martial arts, whether it is the northern swordsman or the southern nameless, I'm afraid he is not the opponent of the master!"

The clay bodhisattva smiled slightly, and after hearing the clay bodhisattva's words, Xiong Ba was slightly stunned, and then laughed.

The bully laughs, and the clay bodhisattva also laughs. The clay bodhisattva laughed, and the male bully also laughed.

In this way, there was continuous laughter from the hall, which shocked the disciples waiting outside at a loss.

The two laughed at each other, but Xiong Ba suddenly looked cold and said in a low voice, "If I can defeat the sword body in one fell swoop, then the days when I dominate the world are just around the corner. If I lose the battle this time, everything here will be a thing of the past, including you..."

"Ha ha, the master doesn't have to worry so much. Although the villain has already seen through life and death, I'm afraid it will take another ten years for you to fight with the sword saint!" Listening to the threat in Xiong Ba's mouth, Mud Bodhisattva laughed dumbly and said carelessly.

"Oh! What does that mean? Xiong Ba suddenly turned his head and stared at the mud bodhisattva.

"Ha ha, the time has not come yet!"

The Mud Bodhisattva shook his head with a smile, and then took out a scroll from his hand and gently handed it to Xiongba.

"Lord, this is for you. I hope it will help you!"

The Mud Bodhisattva held the scroll in his hand and handed it to the Xiongba with both hands. Looking at the cautious appearance of Mud Bodhisattva, Xiong Ba also reached out to take it doubtfully, and then opened it without hesitation.

"Golden scales are not things in the pool, and they turn into dragons when they encounter wind and clouds!"

The scroll was gently opened, and two lines of black and white words were clearly written on it, so that Xiongba couldn't help reading it softly.

"What does this mean!" Xiong Ba looked at these two lines of crossword puzzles and looked at the clay bodhisattva strangely.

"These are two birthdays and eight characters, and they are also the main disciples of the help in the future. One of their names is windy and the other is cloudy. They are destined to help you turn into dragons!"

The clay bodhisattva said softly, and then two bamboo slices engraved with words were placed in the hands of Xiong Ba.

"Dragon!" Xiong Ba held the bamboo piece in his hand tightly and looked at the word that day.

"That's right, but this is only the fate of the first half of your life, and I also put it in this box for the second half of my life." Mud Bodhisattva untied the package behind him, took out a compass from inside and put it on the table in front of him.

"What will happen to the rest of my life? Can't you say it now!" Looking at the huge compass in front of him, Xiongba asked anxiously.

"It's not that I don't want to say it, but that I can't say it."

The clay bodhisattva pointed to the compass and said softly, "This compass is made by a Persian craftsman, with 108 groups of scattered heavenly stems and earth branches. As long as you can reorganize the scattered heavenly stems and earth branches, then your fate will naturally be known for the rest of your life. But I want to tell you in advance that this treasure box cannot be opened with external force, otherwise it will only burn jade.

"Well, since what you said is so interesting, I will play with you, so that the answer is better than what you say directly!"

The hero in his heart is full of pride, but he doesn't think he can't untie a box. You should know who can practice martial arts to this extent is not arrogant and intelligent. So after hearing the words of the Mud Bodhisattva, Xiong Ba agreed with a little thought about the possibility that he could not untie the box at all.

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"In accordance with the order of the world, all men with eight birthdays on it will be reported immediately from now on. Those who reported won a hundred taels of gold, but those who concealed it and did not report it and killed the three races.

Countless horses with the flag of the world set out from the world, and those two births and eight characters were also widely known by people in the world.

"Lord, Lord, someone is looking for the young master's birthday!"

Someone in Bujiazhuang held the posted notice and shouted and ran to a family.

"Never mind them, my peerless sword is coming out. What should I do with these things!" The middle-aged man glanced at the notice in the man's hand, wiped the sweat on his face, and said carelessly.

"Master, it says that those who do not report will kill the three clans, and those who report will be rewarded with a hundred dollars!" Looking at the big man who ignored it at all, the man said eagerly.

"I won't rely on my children to make money. Who knows what the hell will happen that day!" The big man didn't care at all and still kept knocking on the sword blank in his hand.

"Lord, this is a hundred gold!" Looking at Bu Qingtian's careless appearance, the man opened his mouth again, but finally failed to change Bu Qingtian's mind. He could only shake his head and leave with the notice in his hand.

At the same time, a warrior named Nie Renwang walked to the Leshan Buddha with a boy on his back with his ancestral snow drinking knife.

One night, Bujiazhuang was robbed by horse thieves, and no one in the village was spared. The only child who survived was a little boy who had been reading while killing in the mountain villa. His name was Bu Jingyun. In the face of the tragic situation of his village, the child's expression remained unchanged from beginning to end, and he did not even shed a tear.

One day, the tide of Leshan Buddha soared and flooded the Buddha's knees. Two dueling warriors encountered the mythical auspicious beast Kirin. One of the warriors named Nie Renwang was dragged into the Kirin cave by the fire unicorn, while the remaining warriors left with a bright red sword and a boy in his arms.

"There is a fierce fire on the mountains, and the snow in the abyss of the North Sea drinks cold! Humph, Xueyin Crazy Knife, sooner or later, my hero will put you in my sword tomb!" The warrior held a sword, held the crying boy in his arms, and disappeared in front of the soaring Buddha statue in the river.

Gold scales are not things in the pool. Once you encounter wind and clouds, they will turn into dragons...

"Didi... The space reaction has been proven and is going to the world. Please prepare. In order to make it easier for you to find fragments, your identity is arranged as 'unnamed'..."

Looking back on the prompt given by the system, Qin Hui suddenly opened her eyes and saw a stone wall and a pool full of red blood.

"Where is this! The secret room in the hero building!" Qin Hui looked at the pool full of blood, stood up doubtfully from the original place, and gently headed in the direction of the stone gate in front of him.

"Kkaka..."

The thick stone gate was pushed open by Qin Hui, and behind the stone gate was a row of torches and stalactites dripping down from the top of his head.

"What is this place? Am I nameless? It doesn't look like a hero building!" Qin Hui's heart was full of doubts, and his body flew up and rushed to the end.

This is a high mountain, surrounded by five identical peaks outside the cave, linked by huge chains. The clouds floated under his feet, Qin Hui looked outside the cave, and the towering peaks were like a fairyland in the clouds.

"Gate of Life and Death!" Qin Hui stood on the platform outside the entrance of the cave. When he turned around, three big characters like hooks and swords were deeply engraved on the cave, emitting a faint murderous intention.

"The pool full of blood, the mountains towering into the clouds, the iron rope, the door of life and death!"

Qin Hui kept thinking about it, but no matter what he thought, it was like a sign of the first evil emperor, not a nameless martial arts myth.

"Mirror..." Qin Hui shouted in a low voice, and a crystal clear water mirror immediately appeared in front of him.

This is a person who looks like a 40-year-old. Although he still looks like Qin Hui, his long white hair and gray beard on his chin make Qin Hui have a strange feeling and set off Qin Hui's age of less than 30 as if he were in his forties.

At this time, Qin Hui's head reached to his waist, wearing a gray robe, a sword tied behind him with a rope, and a bright red yin and yang pattern on his forehead made Qin Hui look indescribably strange.

"Ang..." Qin Hui pulled out the sword and saw that the flying dragon pattern on the sword was lifelike. The seven stars were engraved on the sword body, which was his seven-star dragon abyss sword.

"First, my old pig came to see you!"

Just when Qin Hui was puzzled, with a roar, a fat and fat figure opposite the iron rope was carrying a big knife and quickly stepped on the iron rope and ran from the outer peak to Qin Hui's position.

"The Third Pig Emperor!" Qin Hui has seen the movie version of Fengyun. With his memory, the man in front of him is the third pig emperor who helped Fengyun in the second film.

"First, I didn't expect you to leave the customs ahead of time. Now that we take advantage of the absence of the Second Sword Emperor, we have to have a good fight!"

The fat figure went straight to Qin Hui and stepped on the iron rope step by step. The instantaneous speed of jumping up step by step was faster than that of an ordinary plane, and it was not as stupid as ordinary fat paper at all.

"You said I was the first evil emperor!" Qin Hui's body was windless and automatic, and his body had quickly flown up and hung in the air before the arrival of the Pig Emperor.

"First, what do you mean? We agreed to close the gate to understand the devil's way, but I didn't expect that you wouldn't even recognize me after you left the customs!"

The pig emperor stood on the iron rope and looked closely at Qin Hui in the fierce wind on the mountain, as if Qin Hui was the first evil emperor.

"What a strange! Isn't it agreed to be nameless? How did he become the first evil emperor!" Qin Hui's heart was full of doubts, and then ignored the pig emperor, but went to the door of life and death.

"First, what do you mean by looking down on my pig emperor!"

Looking at Qin Hui, who turned around and was about to leave, the third pig emperor was furious. He raised the big knife in his hand and ran to Qin Hui. In front of the cave with the words "Gate of Life and Death, the Pig Emperor quickly stopped.

"You said, you can see life and death in the door of life and death. It's boring when I go in. Let's play outside the door. I'll just see if I've made progress recently and if I can grab the second title of the second knife emperor!"

The pig emperor's face was arrogant, but looking at the three words of life and death outside the cave, the pig emperor's feet were a little weak.

The first evil emperor practiced magic skills, especially in this door of life and death, and his men have never left a living mouth. Therefore, even the third pig emperor, who has an old friendship with the first evil emperor, dares not try whether the evil emperor will really kill himself.