"This ordinary martial art seems to be of some merit."

Zhong Shenxiu looked at the ring battle with a thoughtful expression on her face.

Such secular martial arts can be called a master of the generation by integrating the strength of the whole body, from the light to the dark, and finally entering the realm of transformation.

At this point, there is no way forward.

However, if a martial arts master in the realm of transformation encounters a martial arts warrior who only learns two-handed skills, or an ordinary practitioner who has a low level of Taoism, it is really hard to say who wins and who loses.

After all, the evil heretics have too many flaws in magic. As long as you know the details and find something that breaks the forbidden things, even ordinary people can easily break it.

And disciples who have too low Taoism may not be as proficient in life and death fighting as martial artists. They may be able to seize it once they fight.

But even so, it is normal for practitioners to look down on warriors.

Who made the martial artist become a realm and there was no way down there?

Even practicing martial arts cannot prolong your life. Instead, because of the consumption, it is too great that you leave hidden injuries when you are young, making it easier to die early...

‘Talk about it… I was also a great master of martial arts… This world is very high, and martial arts…is not without a way out!’

...

On the ring, Huang Yuanba was punched, his body was in a mess and was almost forced to a dead end.

‘What’s wrong with this guy!’

He knew this, but he couldn't prove it, and he didn't want to give up and could only struggle to hold on.

The blood slowly dripped down, almost blurring his gaze...

At this moment, a faint cicada chirping seemed to sound in his ears.

"The martial arts are at its peak, above the realm of transformation..."

"Refining essence into qi... A breath of life will help me reach the sky!"

Huang Yuanba heard a strange voice transmission that looked like a song but not a song, or a spell but not a spell. In front of him, a strange image of existence appeared.

Golden light!

Golden light is everywhere!

In the golden color, there seems to be a vague pupa-shaped existence, making a clear cicada chirping!

Cicada!

Cicada!

It was too late to say it, then it was soon.

The consciousness is twists and turns, but reality is only a moment.

Huang Yuanba avoided another left hook from Rob, retreated for a while, and took a deep breath.

In his chest, an inexplicable "abura" suddenly emerged!

‘This is…’Golden Cicada’!’

‘A mouthful of golden cicada, send me to the sky!’

‘Unconsciously, I gained the teachings of masters?’

Huang Yuanba's eyes lit up, and the golden cicada energy on his chest began to move.

Cicada!

Cicada!

A shrill cicada chirping suddenly sounded on the ring.

"If the chilling cicada is a sad song...the mystery of life and death!"

The flowing light of the weak cicada wings flowed back and forth on Huang Yuanba, and he unconsciously made a strange starting fist.

Cicada!

The cicadas chirping again, but they became extremely shrill.

A figure streaked across Rob, and there seemed to be a trace of golden light above his nails.

Huang Yuanba stood behind Rob and breathed a long breath.

Puff puff puff!

Rob's whole body was cracked with blood, as if he had been punished by Lingchi. A large amount of blood flowed out and he died terrible...

"The winner...the winner...Huang Yuanba!"

The Western referee was stunned in the original place, and was stared at by Huang Yuanba before he stuttering.

"Damn! The Thai boxing champion actually lost!"

"Go to die!"

"I'm blind and bought you!"

Gamblers who were so angry that they tore up their gambling tickets and threw them into the field, like snowflakes flying.

More people from the Great Zhou Dynasty praised: "War well! Show foreigners how powerful we are!"

“Beautiful fight!”

"Huang Yuanba is worthy of the first place in Jinling!"

...

Amidst the chaos, a fat man in a suit and a wide waist suddenly took a trumpet with a white tin iron bag and shouted: "Everyone, calm, quiet!"

"What? Mr. Ederson, do you want to go back on your word?"

Huang Yuanba said angrily.

"No, no!"

Edson, the organizer of the ring game and the latter of the casino, shook his head and shouted: "I suspect you have violated the rules of the game... Poor Rob, he announced that he was challenging the Eastern Martial Artsman, and you... are already an extraordinary person!"

"snort!"

Huang Yuanba clenched his fists, and his bones exploded: "I, Huang Yuanba, have never practiced Taoism, and all the fellow villagers in Jinling can testify. Do you want to turn black and white?"

Yes, in Huang Yuanba's mind, the golden cicada Qi is not a way to practice Taoism at all, but a hope for further martial arts.

Therefore, he is still a martial artist, not a cultivator!

"This was personally identified by the expert I hired, Mr. Bilson." Edson shouted: "Mr. Bilson, please come on stage..."

...

"What's going on? This fat man can't afford to lose?"

Qin Weiyin felt a little strange.

"The dealer never loses, it's just the difference between making more money and making less money. This fat man is anxious. Maybe he went to bet with the gambler, but he ended up being unpopular and losing his eyes..."

Zhong Shenxiu sneered.

At this time, there was another change on the ring.

"Ederson... You indulged the Thai-Si boxer and killed and traumatized many Eastern martial artists. Today I won and made trouble. Do you really think I Eastern martial artist has no temper?"

Huang Yuanba roared angrily, and a golden cicada rushed around him, and a terrifying cicada chirping sounded again.

"not good!"

Although Bilson is an extraordinary person, he is good at identification and is not good at fighting, so he jumped off the ring and ran away.

"Today, I will let you know that warriors... cannot be humiliated!"

Amid the countless cicadas, Huang Yuanba shouted at Edson's right face with his big hand, and he beat him around his neck for a few times, obviously he was not alive.

"snort!"

Huang Yuanba looked around and snorted coldly before the foreigners could react, turning into a afterimage, rushing into the alley...

...

"Let's go, too, there's a good show."

Zhong Shenxiu gloated and said that he was gloating.

This [Golden Cicada Qi] was indeed a method he deduced from the [Lan Ruochan Transformation], transformed into martial arts, and passed on to Huang Yuanba.

When a martial artist has [Golden Cicada Qi], he truly has the capital that is comparable to that of an extraordinary person.

However, the price still exists.

For example, when practicing at the beginning, you must be a boy and not be involved in women.

Moreover, if you achieve great success in your cultivation and use [Golden Cicada Qi] to transform yourself, you may gradually become the family of the [Cicada King].

If you are unlucky and you are swallowed by the other party in one mouthful, it is very likely.

"It depends on whether you generations of martial artists can discover the secret door I left behind, use demons to control demons... and finally counter the [Cicada King]..."

The master and servant walked out of the ten-mile foreign market, and it was already dark.

Zhong Shenxiu came outside Jinling City and waited quietly.

Not long after, I saw a fight.

The person who took action was Tai Sui Society, and the person who was chased was Huang Yuanba!

"This man is also unlucky. Originally, with his current martial arts, if he was in the Demonless World, it would be a disagreement. Blood splashed five steps, killing the foolish monarch and beheading the treacherous ministers... If the emperor offended him, he would have to worry about whether his head would move in the middle of the night."

However, in this extraordinary world with extremely high upper limit, an extraordinary martial artist is nothing... Just the backlash of Tai Sui Society involving 30% of the profits is a bit unsustainable...
Chapter completed!