Chapter 1 Stars Support the Moon
Near dusk, a prosperous city called Tianwei City is located in the southeast of the land of China. Most people in the city make fire to make rice. The vegetables are fragrant and the smoke is curling.
The smoke rose, the clouds pressed down, and Tianwei City was shrouded with a thick layer of white smoke, almost connected with the white sky, quiet and peaceful.
All kinds of birds shuttle over the city, just like a moving magic painting.
Among them, a huge castle occupies nearly half of Tianwei City. Above its magnificent wall, a flag with a tiger's head flutters gently in the breeze. This is the place where the Wang family, known as the eighth largest family in the martial arts world, has lived for generations.
The humane is: "There is no country in China, and the East is the king's land!" It is about the glory and huge size of the Wang family. After hundreds of years of rapid development, some people say that it occupies one-seventh of the mineral veins on the land of China.
But on this day, the whole Wang family is not in a hurry to have dinner, but has a six-year selection competition - to select the children who will enter Shengwu Academy to study.
The so-called Shengwu Academy is the only martial arts college on the land of China. In the past thousand years, the college has cultivated countless legendary figures.
"After a few days of competition, the child who can enter Shengwu Academy for further study this time is..." A two-meter-tall, strong middle-aged man stood on the platform and announced sternly. His words paused and his eyes turned to the stands behind him, "Wang-Wu-Sword!"
It was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old teenager who stood up from the stands with a smile and waved to everyone.
"Yeah! So handsome!"
"Idol, I knew he would win!"
"The tiger father has no dog son, and he will definitely be the new star of the Wang family!"
......
With the shouts of the earth today, the teenager, known as the "genius of martial arts", walked slowly down the stands with a smile on his face, and then walked freely on the big red carpet of Jinli.
His face is like jade, his eyes are like a meteor, and he wears a sword-shaped purple and gold crown. His lacquer-like black hair flutters behind his head with his steady pace. He is dressed in a white and gray silk jacket, with a double dragon play beads, his feet are black thin low arrow boots, a silver-edged brocade bag swinging around his left waist, and a close-fitting charm is inserted in his right waist. He is Wang Wujian. The eldest son of the family.
"Congratulations, Xiaowu, who has become a child who has entered the college for further study without any doubt." The man praised with a gratifying face. The "no suspense" in his mouth meant that Wang Wujian's strength was slightly better than his peers. He had not encountered any fierce battle in the past few days and won the final victory without injury.
"Thank you very much for your guidance and help over the years." Wang Wujian and Chen Jian nodded and replied, but his mind floated to the cheers of thousands of people off the court. He enjoyed such a scene of cheering. His inner sense of glory rose again and again as never before, and he wanted to open his voice and shout a few times to vent his complacency.
"Come on, let's try it?" While talking, Wang Meng held the red sandalwood plate in his hand, lay two weapons, a short sword, a machete, and stretched out his arms to signal him to accept the reward of this victory.
Wang Wujian hesitated in surprise. A little doubt flashed on his face and became curious. He picked up the machete with both hands and slowly raised it to the same level as his eyebrows.
The cheers from the stage stopped abruptly at the moment he held the handle of the knife. Everyone held their breath and wanted to see what kind of rare and noble material forged the machete?
Wang Wujian held the handle of the knife tightly, and his white teeth slightly bit his lower lip. His bright eyes glanced back and forth at seven, seven or forty-nine small golden tigers with different shapes, some like open teeth and claws, some like lazy resters with long roaring eyes, and domineering, all of which are lifelike.
"Zhang"
A soft metal friction sounded, and the golden blade slowly slipped out of the sheath.
"It's made of yellow titanium!" Countless people were amazed.
In terms of the material used to build weapons, copper and iron are only ordinary raw materials, while yellow and titanium are more precious, but more rare is Wuyun ore.
The so-called Wuyun ore refers to five extremely rare metals: pure gold, wood, ice marrow, flame and tin soil. Almost all the magic weapons are refined by the master-level casting master with Wuyun ore.
Having such an artifact is not only a powerful symbol, but also a noble symbol. Countless powerful martial arts spirits will be crazy about it.
However, in the legend, there is a map called "overpass map" depicting the only Wuyun mine on the land of China, but this map is divided into twelve pieces, and most of them are missing, so looking for "overpass map" fragments has also become the dream of generations of martial arts.
The blood-red sunset shines on the golden blade, and the thick yellow-red color is reflected in Wang Wujian's eyes, which is extremely noble. There is a little king's capital on his young face. Some people say that he is like his father and the current head of the family. More ancestors think that Wang Wujian has the talent and wisdom of his grandfather, which is a A rare eagle.
"Does this really belong to me?" Wang Wujian stroked its cold and sharp knife body and asked for incontinence.
"Yes, and this!" Wang Meng grabbed the dagger with one hand and handed it over and said solemnly, "Take them, you are another strong man in my Wang family who has entered the Shengwu Academy. Remember, our Wang family only sends one child to study in the college at a time. It's not that there is no one in my Wang family, but because the child who enters must be the dragon among people and must be able to promote me. Wang Jiaxiongwei!"
Wang Wujian was so surprised to get these two yellow titanium weapons and accept such a glorious task that he couldn't even put his mouth together and took the dagger in a dagger.
"I, I finally have my own weapon! Haha, and it's made of yellow titanium!" Wang Wujian shouted loudly in his heart, and his slightly immature face was full of vigor.
Wang Meng made a move, and the other woman standing behind the left holding the disk moved up.
It is also a beautifully made lobular red sandalwood plate with a delicate thumb-sized bottle, tattooed with a roaring tiger head, and a matching lid next to it.
But what kind of rare thing will be deducted below?
Wang Wujian's mind was transferred from the weapon in his hand to the plate, and the light of the remnant sun was reflected in his eyes.
Wang Meng glanced at everyone mysteriously, and then slowly raised his right hand to grab the small bottle.
"What will it be?" Wang Wujian was so excited that he almost took a step forward to open it, and the jaw bones on both sides loosened nervously.
Wang Meng suddenly picked up the small bottle, and the mysterious gift that everyone was looking forward to immediately appeared on the plate.
"It's Lianyuan Danye!" Countless people screamed again.
"Alchemy, it's actually alchemy!" Wang Wujian shouted excitedly, and even forgot the cheers of others and his own demeanor. He stared at Wang Meng and couldn't wait to accept the prize. This was the treasure that countless martial arts wanted.
Alchemy can refine the beasts and even martial arts into yuan gods in practice, and this yuan god can be attached to weapons and become a loyal assistant to enhance your attack power.
"With alchemy, I can try to refine the gengod. Oh, my God, if a powerful gengo is attached to the yellow titanium weapon, haha, how domineering it would be!" Wang Wujian was so happy that he proudly raised the elixir and received the cheers and worship of everyone. You know, in the martial arts of the whole Wang family, there are no more than ten masters attached to the weapons.
First, it is because it is difficult to kill monsters or spirit beasts with the same weapon attributes. More importantly, the process of refining the yuan god is extremely complicated, and even with the help of alchemy, the failure rate is extremely high.
A moment later, the onlookers shouted exhausted, and the momentum was obviously decreasing. Wang Meng suddenly raised his right hand and motioned everyone to stop.
Sure enough, the shouts of more than a thousand people stopped abruptly, and the silence once again enveloped the head of the unfinished Wang Wujian.
"Now, you can choose to continue to challenge a monster. If you can win, there will be a more unexpected prize, which will definitely help you a lot!" Wang Meng asked mysteriously.
"Ye, of course." Wang Wujian answered decisively without thinking. While talking, he stuffed the alchemy into the bottle and closed the lid. He picked up the two new weapons in his hand and was ready to fight bravely.
Wang Meng's face showed pleasure. He expected that Wang Wujian, a newborn calf, would not be afraid of the challenge. When the square below, he waved his hand to let the audience scattered to the safety seat.
Wang Wujian stared at the huge and lonely square, and a strange tension suddenly rose in his heart. But when he saw the eyes expected by everyone, the belligerent cells in his body jumped again, prompting him to jump off the seven-foot platform without hesitation.
"Let's get started!" Wang Wujian looked up and shouted at Wang Meng. Two yellow weapons were played with in his hand, which seemed extremely confident and relaxed.
"Papa" Wang fiercely patted his heavy palm, and suddenly sank into a five-square-meter place in the middle of the square, and a thick gray-white smoke floated out first.
A moment later, there was a heavy footsteps of "bang, bang, bang", and a faint fierce spirit gradually permeated the ground and slowly rose, making Wang Wujian gradually feel that the beating of his heart was a little oppressed.
But this situation has lasted for a long time and still hasn't moved.
"Daw, why haven't you come out yet?" Wang Wujian settled down, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and moved forward cautiously.
A knife and a sword are covered with strong yellow light, which is also mixed with looming red silk, which is the soul power released by the original soul-level martial spirit.
The so-called soul power is the color inspired by the use of the power of the martial soul. The martial soul is a natural source of super energy for everyone. If someone can activate the martial soul in the acquired professional exercise, that person is called the martial spirit.
The martial spirit has three-star seven realms. The first three levels are mainly to strengthen the body and activate the martial soul in the body. When the martial soul is completely activated, there are seven levels: the first-order spirit, commonly known as: refining the body, is the process of refining the body and strengthening the tibia;
Second-order spiritual disciple, commonly known as: soul communication, is the process of the integration of martial soul and martial arts;
The third-order spiritual warrior, commonly known as: out of the body, can transform the martial soul out of the body, lingering inside and outside, and attacking the enemy;
The fourth-order spiritual master, commonly known as: the body, can use the soul power to kill and a hundred feet away;
Five-order spiritual master, commonly known as: Xuankong, magical meaning, close to the realm of ethereal spirit;
Sixth-order soul, commonly known as: floating spirit, access to the four directions, self-controlled body, flying sky and escape;
The seventh-order spiritual emperor, who reaches this level, has few enemies, and will kill a blow, which is earth-shaking.
The soul power colors corresponding to the seven realms are red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple.
And the growth period of the martial soul is divided into four types, namely: origin, initial, growth and peak. And the attributes of the martial soul are divided into five kinds of gold, wood, water, fire and earth. Each of the five martial souls has its own strengths and has the principle of mutual birth and mutual restraint, but the rarest is the earth martial soul.
It is said that this kind of martial arts spirit is extremely talented, but many local martial arts are refined into yuanshen by powerful opponents on the road of their growth because of their high qualifications, and then slowly cultivate them to become their most powerful personal assistants.
A smart young man like Wang Wujian is usually identified as a local martial arts spirit, but because he is on the edge of the realm of refining, he can't determine what his martial soul is.
A faint red light beats happily on the dagger and machete, just like its young master. Adventure can make him feel the meaning of life.
"Roar"
After a strange cry, a huge monster jumped out of the ground. In terms of weight, it was enough to match five elephants.
"It's a claw monster!" The frightened voice suddenly sounded around.