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Chapter 815 The Man from the Far North

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    The winding canyon is like a wound on the ground, "lying" in the white snow like a centipede, and there are many years of ice that do not melt for many years, reflecting the crystal light.

    On the cliff on the left side, there are two people standing tall. The leader is facing the big sun, swallowing the sunlight, and there is a looming flame flowing in his breath.

    He looks young, in his twenties, with a bit of arrogance hidden between his brows and eyes. He wears a fur cap and a silver-white tight-fitting robe. Under the bright sun, it shimmers shimmering, as if sewn from pieces of scales.  Cheng, the breath runs through the whole body, the upper part coincides with the great sun, and the lower part hooks the majestic deep underground, which is extraordinary.

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

    "Brother, are you alright?" the woman in the red skirt asked with concern.

    The eyes of the young man who swallowed the sun were slightly small, giving the feeling of being squinted all the time, and the rest of the facial features were not outstanding, but under the "connection" of that tyrannical breath and self-confidence from the heart, there was something  The indescribable charm attracts the attention of others.

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

    The woman in the red skirt pouted slightly: "You dragged me south without saying anything, what exactly do you want to do?"

    My senior brother Chen Zhao is an unworldly genius born in the extreme north. He was promoted to grandmaster before he turned 30, and he still practiced the skills that were considered unsuitable for the cold environment and were abandoned by previous generations of patriarchs in the sect.  For five years, I have challenged all the masters except for a few old monsters. I have never failed. This is the pride of the sect, my own pride. The only flaw is that I am too casual.  The core of the extreme north is worrying.

    It's the same thing this time. I just came out of retreat and stabilized the realm of the location, and was dragged by my seniors and hurried south. A while ago, I happened to meet a few escaped masters and almost fell into a desperate situation. Fortunately,  The other party didn't want to get entangled, didn't want to stay, didn't want to make a big noise, and left in a hurry after a little confrontation.

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

    "Traveling to the south and challenging the strong?" The woman in the red dress raised her thin eyebrows, somewhat surprised, "Brother, this, isn't it good?"

    ?Since the troubled times of magic and Buddha in the Middle Ages, few Zongmen families in the extreme north have traveled southward, and it is too late to explore the mysterious core of the extreme north, so why bother with the outside world.

    Of course, there are not without exceptions, but some died during their travels, and some returned after being hit hard. They didn¡¯t end well, so they passed on from generation to generation, and the demonization of the south became more and more popular. Young people treated them like snakes and scorpions.  Those who dare to go south, and when they have achieved something and can be called a strong man, lose their vigor and vigor, and would rather explore the extreme north and sit in one side, rather than meddling with other things.

    Chen Zhao sneered: "What's wrong? What's so good about standing still like the old men? In our extreme north, it's not the Frost Sword, the Ice Soul Finger, the Yuan Magnetic Palm, and the Frozen Sword.  The names are different, and the tools used to explain martial arts are different, but they are actually not the same stuff?"

    He closed his eyes, his face was bathed in golden sunlight, and he said in a dreamlike tone: "The sky and the earth are so big, there are the sun, the moon and the galaxy, the vast sky, the ever-growing trees, the vast ocean, the lightning and thunder,  There are howling winds, demons and ghosts, a beginning and an end, and it is by no means monotonous ice and magnetism. Martial arts should also be like this, explaining different principles of heaven, using one's own body to represent one world, each with its own splendor and characteristics,  Each has its strengths.¡±

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

    His junior sister and fianc¨¦e Liu Zejun was also a little fascinated by it. She was able to break through to location at the age of twenty-seven or eight. She has no shortage of talent and hard work, and she still has strong confidence in martial arts.

    "It can be said that martial art is prosperous in the south, and talented people emerge in endlessly. It is not comparable to our extreme north. It is not that there are no predecessors traveling south to challenge, but they often come back after suffering serious setbacks. Some even lose confidence in martial arts, leaving in their hearts helpless  The hidden danger of making up" Liu Zejun was still a little worried.

    The extreme north sect family has more or less dealt with the outsiders who came to the extreme north to find the treasures of heaven and earth, so that they don't know nothing about the south, but half-knowledge is the easiest way to imagine themselves, and some have suffered disastrous defeats  As an example of my predecessors, it is inevitable to form a subconscious closed-door policy.

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

    "There are less than 30 masters, even in the records of Chinese classics,? Only parry is left.

    What's even more frightening is that the aftermath and flames of the explosion seemed unable to harm him, but he suffered repeated injuries, and his momentum slowly declined. If he continued to fight like this, he would lose in a short time!

    What a beast!  Chen Zhao encountered this enemy for the first time since he left the army. He gritted his teeth and could only use the bottom-of-the-box method to reverse the situation of the battle and turn defense into offense.

    Meng Qi was majestic, moving forward ferociously, not caring about the collision of knives and sticks. This is the most powerful fighting method for the physically tyrannical.

    The fireball behind Chen Zhao was the first to radiate high temperature and create a furnace field, but Meng Qi didn't eat this at all, his body was light gold, like a god and Buddha descending, so the fireball flew forward and penetrated into Chen Zhao's body, covering his whole body.  The power of the acupoints condensed into one.

    "Open!" Chen Zhao swung the copper stick with all his strength, almost tearing the sky.

    Meng Qi's body swelled accordingly, everything returned to void, and the long knife slashed down.

    Boom!  The world paled, as if there was only black and white left, a figure flew out backwards, bleeding from the tiger's mouth, it was Chen Zhao.

    Just as Meng Qi was about to ask questions, a shooting star suddenly shot up in the distance.

    Help signal!

    Chen Zhao was full of frustration, stabilized his body, and said loudly: "Your Excellency, what is your name? I am Jibei"

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

    "I am Chen Zhao from the extreme north" Chen Zhao muttered to himself with a dull expression, his expression was somewhat painful and fanatical.

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