Another world, is it my turn to save the world this time?

It doesn't belong to any one country, but it hasn't developed into a chaotic place either.

A group of warriors who followed the tradition settled here, and after a long period of development, a huge settlement community expanded outward with the martial arts hall they established as the center. The population is no less than the largest city in the kingdom, and thanks to the hard work of the warriors, it has maintained a stable and harmonious atmosphere.

On top of the highest mountain peak in the area, a martial arts hall stands on its own.

There is only one way up the mountain, and from the foot of the mountain, it looks like a road to the sky, running through the sky.

If you are lucky enough to climb this mountain, you can see the elegant word Taixu written on the door of the martial arts hall.

This word is left by the first generation of museum owners, and it is also an ordinary pen and ink, but a hundred years have passed, and the wooden door as a carrier has decayed and decayed, but this word is still the same as it was back then.

In the courtyard, the students practiced and practiced in the middle school.

Inside the room, the five hall owners sat in an orderly manner around a round table to discuss the matter of the academy's settlement.

The owner of the Fang Cun Martial Arts Pavilion was a sturdy man with cold eyebrows, and he hugged his arms and said, "Anyway, I don't agree with this matter. "

The owner of the Yuechan Pavilion is a woman in her thirties, and her face has been maintained in her twenties because of her skills, and her figure has always maintained the most perfect posture, with bulging muscles, big shoulders and round waist, and the inverted triangle devil figure is envious of others, and one arm alone is twice as thick as the thighs of the square inch pavilion owner.

The owner of the Yuechan Pavilion pinched the teacup with two fingers, tasted the taste of the tea slowly, and then put the cup down gently, picked up the orchid and pointed at the owner of the other pavilion and said, "What's the use of your objection, the academy has already been built." "

The owner of the Xiaoyao Pavilion is an uncle of about forty, with a thin body, and he pretends to be old in his usual clothes. He wore a black coat, brushed his goatee with his fingers, pondered for a moment and said, "After the completion of this academy, the three countries will inevitably use various excuses to settle in our projectile land. Moreover, the comprehensive nature of this academy is very strong, they will definitely publicize how convenient magic is, and over time, our paradise will also be corrupted by it, and the word warrior will also be engraved on the inscription and become history. "

The

owner of the Pavilion sighed with emotion, and after speaking, he looked at the old man sitting in the east with a white-clothed crane and a childish face.

"What do you think, Mr. Taixu. "

The old man leaned back in his chair and looked at him with a smile: "I'll sit and watch." "

The owner of the Xiaoyao Pavilion was stunned for a moment before he smiled: "Haha, you are still so optimistic." "

Then he looked at the rough man who was sitting in the west and sitting opposite the old man Taixu: "Spring and Autumn Pavilion Master, what do you say?"

This Spring and Autumn Pavilion Master is more than four meters tall, with knotted muscles on his body, like a little giant, sitting at the door to block out all the light from the outside world. His figure is not as concave and convex as the owner of Yuechan Pavilion, but in the shape of a regular triangle, which is far more practical than ornamental.

The style of the owner of the Spring and Autumn Pavilion is informal, his golden hair grows wantonly, and he looks like a lion, and his tiger eyes are round and intimidating. He was wearing a thin animal skin vest on his upper body and black trousers on his lower body, and because the chair could not bear his weight, he had been discussing things with everyone from the beginning of the meeting until now.

His voice was very rough, and when he opened his mouth, it was like a cracked bell, and his deep voice was mixed with a hint of strangeness, which made people sound uncomfortable.

"Originally, this place was just a barren mountain range, and it all relied on the great power of the Taixu Immortals to establish such a grand scene. This territory has nothing to do with them, and strangers are not welcome, do you?"

The gaze was full of aggression, but the old man ignored it completely, and just sat there, drinking sweet flower tea with a teacup.

After a while, he put the cup down, and after glancing at the others who were not speaking, he said in hindsight, "Oh, you're all done, right, it's time for me to say." "

"I have known about this matter for a long time, and I have agreed to the matter of building a house on the land, not only that my five apprentices will also enter the academy as teachers to teach, but you can also send your own disciples or personally go into battle to teach these students. "

The Spring and Autumn Pavilion Master's eyes showed a fierce light, and the thick blood qi was permeated, and the other Pavilion Masters who were forced to use their own means to deal with it: "Why didn't you inform me? Taixu Mountain is the Optimus Pillar of the Martial Arts Realm, you inherited the name of Taixu but you are not pragmatic, and at this moment, you have introduced magic heresy!"

The Spring and Autumn Pavilion Master clenched his fists in excitement and slammed into the table in front of him, but the white air currents that preceded him enveloped the table in advance.

The table was intact, but it was smashed into the ground like a nail by the Spring and Autumn Pavilion Master.

"You're not up to the job at all!".

The old man looked at the ground distressedly, but he had to raise his head first to face the guy in front of him. A white mist emanated from his body, and he crushed towards the Spring and Autumn Pavilion Master.

The

three hall masters who were covered by the white mist suddenly felt light, fluttering like flying immortals.

The red blood is fierce and tough, but the white air flow against it is gentle and wanton.

Eventually, the old man walked up to him and pressed his palm on his shoulder to press the red blood back into his body.

Although the owner of the Spring and Autumn Pavilion was annoyed, he didn't shout, he just squatted there with a gloomy face, and kept looking at the old man.

The old man turned his back and slowly explained his truth with everyone present.

"There has never been a magic replacement for martial arts, I have looked through the books left by my master, and I can clearly see from the records that there is no direct conflict between the decline of martial arts and the spread of magic. The main reason is that you keep one hand, I keep one hand, and the things that are passed down are scattered. However, the Goddess Cult has compiled large and small magic into a book and distributed it everywhere, don't we seem a little cautious in comparison? "

He turned to look at the Spring and Autumn Pavilion Master, "And your so-called martial arts can only exist near this small Taixu Mountain?

The master of the Xiaoyao Pavilion suddenly said: "Then we will recruit it to the Martial Arts Pavilion and accept it as a disciple, although it is slower, can't we achieve the same effect?"

The old man nodded, "Of course, as long as both parties are willing, no one will beat the mandarin duck." "

The owner of the Fang Cun Pavilion thought about it carefully, "It seems that there is really no harm. But what about the heretics in the outside world who use magic instead of exercising qi and blood?".

The Yuechan Pavilion Master said with a smile: "Qi and blood, magic power, are you still stuck in the form of expression of power at your level, I don't believe that you haven't tried the cultivation methods of the outside world." "

The result of the meeting was quite satisfactory, but the Spring and Autumn Pavilion Master was still gloomy and silent when he left.

The old man Taixu and the owner of the Spring and Autumn Pavilion stood on the edge of the cliff, watching the sea of clouds rise and fall, and the old man said with a smile: "The trend of the times, why stick to this square inch." "

Spring and Autumn Pavilion Master: ......

"You must have also wondered who came up with such a genius idea of replacing qi and blood with magic power, right?"

Spring and Autumn Pavilion Master: ......

"The time when this method appeared coincided with the popularization of magic, and the two complemented each other to get to where we are today. "

Spring and Autumn Pavilion Master: ......

"It's the Taixu Immortals, the martial arts are open from it, and the other road after the improvement is also opened up by it, and the two are from the same school, so how can there be a heresy. "

The Spring and Autumn Pavilion Master disappeared, and even the Old Man Taixu didn't notice when he left.

"I don't know if he heard it all, but I don't care, let's go and get my desk out first. "