Forty Millenniums of Cultivation: The enemy of Iron Fist (33) flyer
For a time, the crowd was in an uproar.
Many devout believers of the boxing fists pulled out their fists and glared at them.
Some people were scared, and they were frightened by the arrogance of mechanical and steam devotees in front of the statue of fist in broad daylight.
Not far away, a team of tigers with their backs on their backs and their eyes resembling bronze bells, the guards bulging high in the temples pushed away the crowd and rushed towards the pagan.
This guy turned a blind eye, still shouting a different port number without knowing it, and kept throwing straw paper.
Paper-shaped paper is like snowflakes.
Most devouts are intimidated by viper, like poisonous.
However, there are very few people who ca n’t resist the temptation of curiosity, sneaking on the scratch paper, glancing at it, and throwing it aside, then stepping on both feet casually to prove their innocence.
Gus swallowed and snatched one.
The cursive paper is very rough, with a few very simple words written on it, it means nothing more than "the old **** is dead, New God stands on his feet".
But there is also a so-called "steam god" pattern printed below, which is a huge steam engine, driving eight mechanical arms, like a steel troll with open teeth and claws.
The pattern is quite exquisite, with thin lines and criss-cross patterns. Even on rough grass paper, the ink does not bloom.
Gus looked at it, and there was the same pattern on other straw paper.
Use two toes to stack two pieces of straw paper together, the two patterns are exactly the same, and each line can match.
This shows that this pattern is not drawn.
I printed it directly with a printing machine.
In Gus ’s notes, Gus has seen something similar to a printing press. This is an structure precision large type machine.
The fact that the pagans actually had the power to hide a printing machine in Qianyuan City made Gus feel awkward.
At this time, the guards have swarmed up and pressed the guy who distributed the flyers underneath.
Like a few bears, crushing a sheep, almost did not crush this guy to death.
But this guy really has a bit of an endless spirit, and after being crushed by hundreds of pounds of muscular knots, he still shouts.
It's just a sharp and thin shout, completely meaningless, like a person with a tongue cut off, issuing the most vicious curse to the sky.
Gus and Gree looked at each other.
Look at the sky again.
It is daytime.
But the crack in the sky that can be seen in Chijin Town has become more and more obvious, like a huge smiling mouth, laughing at the powerlessness of the boxing god.
"This world is about to collapse."
For no reason, Gus remembered Lu Qingchen again.
I do n’t know whether the world is collapsing, but the mechanical and steam religious members are indeed more and more rampant, and the control of the boxing temple is indeed getting weaker and true.
Gus and Gray watched blankly as the guy who distributed the flyer was dragged away by the guards.
Leave a winding and strong blood stain on the ground.
A guard came up to check everyone ’s identification.
Because few machines are used and tools are not used, the identity proof of the boxing world is very rough, it is nothing more than a bamboo piece engraved with the name and hometown.
Gus and Gray have long stolen the passerby ’s identity certificate and forged it.
The troublesome thing is their face. In a very special period, a pair of younger brothers who come to Qianyuan City will definitely attract attention.
On this point, Lu Qingchen also disguised them, but just blown a breath on their faces, making them unrecognizable. They are two black-faced mountain people, and Gus ’age is still older than that. Gray is a lot older and is very different from her true face.
The guards ’attention was all on the guy who distributed leaflets just now, and it was just a routine for the onlookers to see if they had hidden leaflets on them.
Guth and Gray each carried a large basket, which was filled with mountain goods, but the steam ball that hid the Lu Qingchen, and the precious notes left by his father, were stuffed in the belly of the pheasant and the wild duck.
The guards check at will and wave to let go.
The two followed the bustling crowd into the Qianyuan City.
Although Qianyuan City is a northern city, the market is not very prosperous.
Or, there is no city in the world of boxing gods that can be called "prosperous market."
Because this world admires the hard and simple, iron-blooded and martial life, it is not interested in the luxurious and luxurious set.
Through the city gate and looking out, the most eye-catching landmark in the entire Qianyuan town is the palace-like fist temple.
There are hundreds of boxing halls and dojos around the boxing temple.
Practicing, challenging, rehearsal, professor, tens of thousands of men with big waists and bulging muscles, exuded blood and sweat, gathered in the air into a red cloud of teeth and claws.
Muscles and muscles collide fiercely together, making the sound of "噼 pī pā crack", which is the most sacred music of Iron Fist.
In addition to the boxing temple and martial arts hall, there are many strange-looking guys on the street.
They tend to be ragged and even dirty, but eyes is shiny, surrounded by a strong breath, sitting on the side of the road, with a sign in front of them, with their origins, realm and Cultivation Technique good at it.
These are wandering boxers, traveling the world of boxing gods, meeting friends with martial arts, exchanging Cultivation Technique, and increasing their experience.
From time to time, some people stepped forward to challenge the wandering boxers. Everyone "choked pī pā", they could win or lose three or two times, and they were all beaten up, but they were never irritated. , As if it really became a confidant who hasn't met in years.
More weird, every time you take a step, you will kneel down nobody on the street, your head hitting **** the ground.
Boom!
It ’s okay, but the big bluestones on the street were knocked out by them, and the spider-like cracks continued to spread.
Guth has heard that these guys have sent out their wishful cultivator in front of the God of Boxing, and tortured their bodies to purify their hearts and listen to the sound of God of Boxing.
The guy with his head hitting the ground is about cultivation's "Iron Head Gong". If he walks all the way, he hits all the way and walks for thousands of miles. Iron Head is not likely to be done in Chengdu.
In the past, Gus admired bitter cultivator very much. He even thought that he would become bitter cultivator one day, and moved the boxing **** with sincerity to reverse his destiny.
Now that I have seen the power of Exploding Arrow Gun and Fire God Cannon, Gus looks at cultivator again and just wants to sneer.
Except for boxing halls, shops along the street basically have only two uses.
One is a restaurant-the fighters have muscles, and their appetite is naturally not small. A meal of 3-5 pounds of beef plus 3-5 pounds of steamed buns is a piece of cake, so there are more restaurants than boxing restaurants, and The scale is quite large.
Second is the shop selling plasters and weapons. Plasters are a necessity for cultivation. Although weapons such as swords and bows and arrows are scoffed by expert, it is still necessary for the elderly and weak women and children to use them for self-defense.