Immortal Martial God Chapter 1640: Strong Wind Fortress
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If you use one word to describe Gale Fortress, it is chaos!
If you use two words to describe it, it's too messy!
This **** ghost place not only has no rulers, no iron laws, and even no power groups.
It can be said that everyone who is active in Gale Fortress is a separate individual, with no backers, no organization or sect behind him.
The only thing they can rely on is their own fists and their own swords.
If he hadn't known the situation in advance, Xiang Nan would have thought that Gale Fortress was a battlefield.
Because when they flew over, the sky above the entire Gale Fortress was filled with gunpowder, exploding everywhere, and people were fighting everywhere.
There are few righteous people who are willing to come to this kind of ghost place, because you can't compete for territory here, there is no such thing as a territory here.
There is no way for you to condense into your own power here, because there is no power here.
People who have committed serious crimes, were hunted down by enemies, who simply pursue the pleasure of fighting, and have twisted and abnormal psychology, all gather here.
The setting sun shook his strong body, and laughed: "Grass, is it really him? The realm of Wu Sheng Yizhong is really good!"
Xiang Nan smiled.
Four hundred and fifty-two lower-level holy spirit stones were given to the setting sun by Xiang Nan. He borrowed 56 pieces from Liuhua, and collected a total of 508 lower-level holy spirit stones. Promoted to Wusheng First Heavy.
Some people may think that getting a martial sage is so easy. It only needs 500 lower-level holy spirit stones to build a martial sage.
But what they don’t know is what Xiang Nan’s four hundred holy spirit stones were exchanged for? He killed hundreds of martial sages in the little secret realm and killed the golden blood beasts. Easy to get.
If you count this, the price you pay for getting these holy spirit stones is far greater than pushing the setting sun onto Wusheng.
The reason why Xiang Nan didn’t let Xiao Jun and Yuan Meng absorb these holy spirit stones was because the realm of those two people was too low. If they were directly pushed to Wu Sheng, they would cross a few long Great realm, this is not a good thing.
It's like a person. Today is a four or five-year-old child, but tomorrow he has the power of an adult. His control of this power will be terrible.
Xiao Jun and Yuan Meng must rise up steadily so that they can constantly adapt to each state.
There is another problem involved here, that is, the control of power.
If a person has only power, but does not know how to perfectly control this power, he will never become a real master.
But there is no such problem in the setting sun, his physical fitness is against the sky, and his realm is not that different from Wu Sheng.
On the chaotic street, the four people in front are fighting.
Sword lights criss-crossed, shooting everywhere.
On the side of the street, the brawny men who drank in a small stall and ate meat, holding the wine bowl, without looking back, shot off a flying sword mang with their backhands, still talking and laughing , Chic and undiminished.
Obviously the people here have fully adapted to this kind of life.
A warrior who was repelled flew backwards towards Xiang Nan and hit them.
The setting sun stretched out the big slap of the basin, and slapped the flying warrior away.
Another warrior was repulsed, and the setting sun stretched out its long legs "several meters long" and knocked the man to the ground with one foot.
Two other people are still fighting. The setting sun walked over with his mouth and grabbed one of them with his left hand. The big fist of the casserole was a punch to the face, and the warrior's face collapsed, lying on the ground dying. .
When another warrior saw this, he jumped up, shining a sword on his shoulder in the setting sun!
The setting sun grabbed the long sword with one hand, and broke it with both hands, and the long sword broke into two with a clang.
"Fuck your grandma!" The setting sun cursed, punching the warrior's stomach with a fist, and the warrior who hit him knelt on the ground, constantly vomiting.
Strictly speaking, the setting sun is a person who hates evil, but he doesn't know how to be a good person or how to do it, so he can be regarded as a hero.
He lives in a simple world of killing. Every day, he sees warriors who lick blood. The only way he can imagine to deal with the wicked is to commit violence.
This led to the setting sun, which is jealous and hateful, but more like a villain.
Xiang Nan knew that when the setting sun betrayed the guild, he was originally going to be thrown into the strong wind fortress, but he refused. He would rather be like a beast in the Colosseum and use battle to please the audience.
I didn't want to come to the strong wind fortress and go with this group of inhuman beasts.
Because the setting sun said: I am a good person, they are a bad person, I am different from them.
The setting sun wiped the blood from his fist, and said to Xiang Nan: "Is it necessary to come to this place where dirt is hidden? I really can't stay here for a day."
"Look at this group of bitches, which one is not the hands covered with blood, which one is not the offspring of a good family woman who raped and killed."
"Are your hands stained with blood?" Blue sky fixedly looked at the blood on the setting sun's hands.
While wiping the setting sun, he said: "Black boy, be careful when you speak. The blood on Lao Tzu's hand is from a bad guy."
Blue sky said faintly: "Please pay attention to what you say, I am not a black kid, my name is Lantian."
"Grass!" The setting sun waved a big fist and smashed it against the blue sky.
The blue sky was hit by a heart-wrenching punch and hit the ground severely. After rolling forty or fifty times, he barely got up.
The whole right arm of the setting sun has also become dry, but Lantian's men are merciful and did not completely desert him, instead turning the setting sun's right arm into a stone sculpture.
"Hey, my grass." The setting sun's eyes glared: "Little bastard, that's okay! I must tear you up today."
The blue sky raised his head and sneered: "Come, I will let you go with the wind."
Xiang Nan shouted: "Enough!"
The two stopped now, but they still glared at each other.
Xiang Nan said with a cold face: "This is the first and last time. In my team, internal fighting is strictly prohibited."
"If you commit another crime, get out of my team. This is my bottom line."
To Xiang Nan's words, Lan Lan absolutely obeyed. He knew Xiang Nan's personality very well, and he followed Xiang Nan with all his heart.
The setting sun didn't say anything. He thought Xiang Nan was a nice guy. He waved his hand and gave him five hundred holy spirit stones. He didn't even blink his eyes. This kind of man was happy and uncomfortable.
Follow such a person to do things without being frustrated.
Xiang Nan looked at the two of them, and said: "Different opinions are all trivial matters, as long as they are in harmony."
"I'm afraid that the Tao is different, so I really can't work together. You two are very kind in nature, but you are not good at communicating with others."
"Is he a good man?" Setting Sun asked Lantian's nose.
Xiangnan Road: "Yes."
The setting sun nodded: "Okay, you say yes, I believe you."
"The black boy, I was just impulsive and apologized to you."
Lan Lan tidyed up his clothes and said, "I am too reckless. I apologize to you." The setting sun suddenly disappeared. At this time, he was holding his vigorous shoulder and said: "Young man, you are two meters taller than me. What is your background? Do you want to fight with Lao Tzu? See who has the most strength."