MTL - Forty Millenniums of Cultivation-~ The enemy of Tekken (Thirty-three) flyer

For a time, the crowd was at a loss.

Many of the devout devotees of the boxing gods pulled out their fists and glared at them.

Some people also showed the color of horror. They were frightened by the arrogance of the statues of the gods in the broad daylight by the mechanical and steamers.

Not far away, a team of tigers and bears, the eyes are like copper bells, and the guards of the temples are so high that they push the crowd and rush toward the pagan.

The guy turned a blind eye and still screamed at the port number and kept throwing paper.

Grass paper, such as snowflakes, has been falling.

Most of the devout followers are ashamed of snakes, as if the grass paper is poisonous and avoids it.

However, there are very few people who are hard to resist the temptation of curiosity, sneak up on the grass paper, look at a few eyes, and quickly throw them aside, and then step on their feet to prove their innocence.

Gus swallowed and sneaked a piece.

The grass paper is very rough, and a few very simple words are written on it. It is nothing more than the meaning of "the old **** is dead, the new **** is standing".

But there is also a so-called "steam god" pattern printed on it. It is a huge steam engine that drives eight mechanical arms, like steel trolls with claws and claws.

The pattern is quite beautiful, the lines are very thin, criss-cross, even on rough grass paper, the ink is not fainted.

Gus looked at it, and there was a similar pattern on other grass papers.

Stack the two pieces of paper with your toes, the two patterns are not bad, and each line can match.

This shows that this pattern is not drawn.

Instead, it is printed directly using a printing press.

In his father's notes, Gus saw something like a printing press. This is a large-scale machine with a precise structure.

The pagans had the strength to hide a printing press in the city of Qianyuan. This cognition made Gus a glimpse.

At this time, the guards have swarmed up and pushed the guys who distributed the flyers underneath.

Like a few bears, crushing a sheep, almost did not crush this guy.

But this guy really has a bit of endless spirit, and under the pressure of a few hundred pounds of muscles, he still doesn't know how to scream.

It was just a sharp and shouting, completely lost meaning, like a person who had been cut off his tongue, and made the most vicious curse to the sky.

Gus and Grey look at each other.

Look at the sky again.

It is daytime.

But the crack that can be seen in the town of Chijin in the sky has become more and more obvious, just like a huge smiling mouth, laughing at the powerlessness of the boxing god.

"This world is about to collapse."

No reason, Gus thought of Lu Qingchen's words.

It is not known whether the world is going to collapse, but the activities of the mechanical and steam teachers are indeed more and more rampant, and the control of the boxing temple is indeed getting weaker and weaker.

Gus and Grace looked blankly at the guy who distributed the flyer and was dragged away by the guards.

There was a strong and **** mark on the ground.

There are guards coming up to check the identity of everyone.

Because there is very little use of machinery and no use of tools, the identity of the world of boxing is very rough, nothing more than the name and the bamboo of the hometown.

Gus and Grey have already stolen the identity of passers-by and forged.

What is more troublesome is their face. In an extraordinary period, a pair of brothers and sisters came to Qianyuan City, which will definitely attract attention.

In this regard, Lv Dengchen also disguised them, but each breathed a sigh of relief on their faces, they turned them into unrecognizable, two dark-skinned mountain people, and Gus’s age still looks like a grid. The buds are a lot bigger and different from the true colors.

The attention of the guards was all placed on the guy who distributed the flyers. It was only a routine for the onlookers to see if they had any private flyers on them.

Gus and Grey each carried a big back, filled with mountain goods, but the steam ball that hides Lu Xiaochen, and the precious notes left by Dad, all stuffed in the belly of pheasants and wild ducks.

The guards checked it at random and waved it.

The two followed the bustling crowd and squeezed into the city of Qianyuan.

Although Qianyuan City is a big city in the north, the market is not very prosperous.

In other words, there is no city in the world of boxing gods that can be called "market prosperity."

Because the world admires the arduous and simple, life-like life, it is not interested in the luxury and glamour.

Passing through the gates of the city, you can see that the most iconic building in the whole town of Qianyuan is the temple-like temple of the boxing.

Around the boxing temple, there are hundreds of boxing halls and dojos around the temple.

Drilled, challenged, platooned, professor's, thousands of big waists, muscles and high-pitched men, the blood and sweat that emanate, gathered in a mid-air into a cluster of red clouds.

The muscles and muscles collide and make a "beep" sound, which is the most sacred piece of the iron fist.

In addition to the boxing temple and the martial arts hall, there are many strange characters on the street.

They are often ragged and even covered with dirt, but the eyes are shining, the whole body is surrounded by a strong atmosphere, sitting on the side of the road, with a sign in front of them, with their origins, realm and good practice. .

These are the wandering boxers, travel the world of boxing, to the Wuhui friends, exchange exercises, and increase their experience.

From time to time, some people go forward to challenge the wandering boxers. Everyone "squats", and they can win and lose in three or two times. Naturally, they are beaten and bruised, but they are not angry. Instead, they laugh and hook their shoulders. Become a confidant who has not met for many years.

Somewhat stranger, every step of the way, will kneel down on the street and head to the ground.

boom!

The head was fine, the big bluestone on the street was knocked out by them, and the cobweb-like cracks spread.

Gus has heard that these guys are sorrowful monks who have made great wishes in front of the boxing gods. They use the method of torturing their own bodies to purely mind and listen to the voice of the boxing god.

The guy whose head hit the ground is about the "iron head work" of cultivation. So all the way, all the way, and walking on the hundred and eight thousand miles, the iron head is not impossible.

In the past, Gus once admired the monks, and even thought that he would one day become a monk, and use his sincerity to touch the gods and reverse the fate.

Now, I saw the power of the Yakeng Gun and the Vulcan Gun. Gus looked at the monk again and only wanted to sneer.

In addition to the boxing gym, there are basically two uses for shops along the street.

One is the restaurant - the muscles of the boxers are arrogant, the appetite is not small, a meal of three or five pounds of beef plus three or five pounds of steamed buns are a piece of cake, so the restaurant here is more than the boxing gym, and the scale They are quite small.

The second is the shop selling plasters and weapons. The plaster is a necessity for cultivation. The weapons such as swords and bows and arrows are used by the masters. However, it is necessary to use them for self-defense.