I can go back to the mysterious age

August 29, 5 p.m.

Windsor County is adjacent to Cajon County and Nahm City.

A rather vacant white villa, the yellowish-red sunset light shines on the manor, making the top rubble sparkle. The road is paved with white-based marble slabs. Although rough, it is also somewhat reflective. Next to the path are rows of black street lamps, and the carved designs on the tops of the street lamps are very beautiful.

The elegant sound of piano playing could be faintly heard around the villa, and the fountain in the circular square splashed water from time to time.

In the middle of the square, a purple-haired young man sat cross-legged. There was a light-colored trench coat beside him, and a sword on his knee.

His eyes were closed tightly, his chest rose and fell slightly, and a hissing sound like a snake's cry came from the tip of his nose. It seemed to be a certain kind of breathing method, with an inexplicably sharp aura.

The purple-haired young man had no clothes on his upper body, revealing a strong and even body. His muscle lines were not exaggerated, but he was quite muscular. No one can doubt the explosive nature of this body.

However, several white bandages were wrapped around it. From the left waist to the right shoulder, go around two or three times.

Hissssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss…

The sound of breathing is long and powerful, with a special frequency.

The young man's body obviously didn't move, but the exposed muscles in his upper body were bouncing tightly like steel ropes. They collide with each other and finally return to their original position. Drops of hot sweat fell down, and they were evaporated by the hot body temperature as soon as they slid over a certain distance. There was a light mist surrounding the body of the purple-haired young man.

More than ten meters away, the marble fountain was working as usual, and the cute child statue standing on the white column was as diligent and peeing as ever. Attracting some birds from the sky to fall.

Wow, there was another white bird flapping its wings in mid-air.

Riding on the breeze, swooping down all the way. It circled and turned several corners, and finally passed over the head of the purple-haired young man.

Stupid!

A blurry and illusory silver-white moonlight flashed quickly.

The purple-haired young man on the ground still had his eyes closed, his sword in front of him, his hands resting on his knees, making no movement.

The white bird above the head was not frightened in any way, and continued to fly forward, landing next to the fountain and combing its wings.

Until a white feather swayed down from the young man's head, and finally fell into the middle of the scabbard.

At the end of the feather, the smooth and diagonal cuts are eye-catching.

"Pah, pah, pah..."

Suddenly there was a sound of applause at the intersection on one side of the square, and a bald old man in white clothes walked over with a smile.

"Lance, your swordsmanship has improved again. The sword cuts flying birds without damaging the body, only taking out the feathers. Even a slight deflection of the sword tip cannot achieve this. It requires precise control of power..."

The old man stopped and stood next to the purple-haired young man. His tone seemed to be a bit emotional: "Young people make progress very quickly. I just finished fighting the Flower Secret Sword of the Ci Pavilion Secret Sword Club yesterday, and today I have made another small step forward in my swordsmanship. I’m afraid I’m no match for you anymore…”

Suddenly a low voice from below responded: "I am not your opponent yet, teacher. Otherwise, I would have drawn my sword to challenge you just now." The purple-haired young man slowly opened his eyes: "The strength of the president of the Ci Pavilion Secret Sword Association Sure enough, he is not weak. Even if I try my best, I can only be tied with him, and even I am a little weaker..."

He lowered his head and glanced at the white bandage on his chest, and then said with a certain tone: "But now, the gap between him and me has been smoothed. We are both from the secret martial arts kendo school, and learning from each other has been of great help to my progress. A A few hours ago, I vaguely caught a hint of Qi, but unfortunately it was still far behind..."

"Have you caught the feeling of Qi?!" The bald old man was quite surprised, with a smile on his face. He looked at his apprentice and then comforted him: "Don't worry, don't worry. Being able to capture the sense of Qi is already a ticket to enter the realm of a fighter. You are still a little behind in accumulating experience and will. You still need to hone your experience and will." . If we maintain this momentum and fight a few more games, we might be able to reach that bottleneck..."

The old man's eyes were satisfied and pleased: "Lance, maybe you can become the first breakthrough fighter among the three stars in the East."

When he said this, he immediately remembered something: "Oh, by the way. I just got the latest news that Star Ring Fist Arrow seems to be heading to Windsor County too. I'm afraid he has the same thoughts as us..."

The Star Ring Fist is the same as the Soul Sword Technique. They are the top secret martial arts schools in the East Nine Sect. Among them, the name of the first core is Arrow, and together with Lance, it is known as one of the three stars in the east. Nicknamed Yaoguang Quan, he is the only one among the younger generation of Xinghuan Quan who has learned all three secret techniques of sun, moon and star. Because there are many secret techniques and dazzling boxing techniques in one move, it is called Yaoguang Fist.

Lance had competed with Arrow before, and his record six months ago was two wins and three losses, which put him at a slight disadvantage. Now after six months of experience, Lance is confident that he will be at least 50-50, but he is not sure whether he can have the upper hand. This is enough to prove that Arrow is strong, and now there is sudden information that he is going to Windsor County, which is not good news for Lance.

However, he is not afraid of A Luo now.

Lance stood up and said to the master next to him: "He can come if he wants to. It will just change the result of the competition half a year ago. No matter how many fancy secret techniques you have, it will be useless to me now. I can break through ten thousand with one force." The same is true for law and a sword..."

"Okay!" The bald old man applauded the confidence shown by his apprentice. He nodded and looked at the bandage on Lance: "I'll ask the doctor to check your injury again..."

"No need, one day is enough."

Lance took off the bandage directly, revealing a thin brown scar. Under the influence of powerful medicine application and simultaneous breathing method, the wound is healed. The injuries caused to him by the president of the Secret Sword Guild are actually almost healed and will not affect Lance's combat effectiveness.

He could feel that his mental will and emotions were in a high state now, and it was best to continue fighting under such circumstances. If you rest for a few more days, your overwhelming momentum will decrease, causing negative effects.

There was a crash.

A large light-colored windbreaker was draped on Lance's back. He strode forward with a long scar on his chest and a sword in his right hand.

"Teacher, without further ado, let's go directly to Wensha County..."

11pm.

Bang bang bang bang!

A series of explosions came from the fighting room of the Judo professional, which was the sound of fists and fists colliding with each other.

Every once in a while, the hard and thick wall will vibrate violently, and dust will fall. Many Ji Judo disciples who were guarding around the fighting room were terrified. It was like two ancient giant beasts fighting inside, and the momentum was scary.

Tonight, a strange martial artist with a long history came to challenge the sect master. The two entered the battle room half an hour ago. Five minutes ago, there was a violent noise inside.

The banging sound, like a working steamroller, didn't stop for a moment.

"Senior brother, you said..." A young man just started to speak.

The wall next to him was suddenly shattered with a rumble, an arm directly punched a hole, and rubble sputtered violently.

They exploded like dense bullets, some hitting the wall and some hitting the ground, leaving small craters.

The boy groaned and was hit in the back by a pebble the size of a fingernail. When he opened it, he saw a purple-red bruise. Fortunately, he is not in the front, and the rocks are small. Otherwise, if it had been a stone the size of a fist, he would have ascended to heaven.

"All disciples, step back ten meters! Don't come within fifteen meters of the fighting room!" A young man who was obviously older stood up and shouted, and everyone was in the darkness.

As soon as they evacuated, there was a loud roar from the wall. Half of the wall collapsed, and two figures fighting frantically flew past in the rain of rubble. The turbulent air waves are overwhelming.

call! call! boom!

Finally, the two shadows stopped.

The scene ahead is frozen in the eyes of all Jijudo disciples.

A man wearing a windbreaker raised his hands flat in the palm of his hand, like patting a watermelon, and pressed the left and right sides of the Ji Judo master's temples. The door owner froze on the spot, his fist still stretched out in mid-air, blood dripping from his ears and eyes.

This scene was deeply burned into the hearts of all the disciples and lasted for five seconds. Until Ka Xiu put down his hands and hung them by his side.

The master of Ji Judo staggered, and after regaining his balance, he cupped his fists and said, "I lost, thank you for your mercy..."

"Concession."

Ka Xiu returned the gift, and an afterimage flashed in the air.

By the time the Ji Judo disciples reacted, Kaxiu's figure had disappeared, leaving only the master standing.

"Ahem!"

The master of Judo suddenly swayed and almost fell to the ground. But okay, I put my knees on the ground and held on with one hand.

"Master!"×n

Many disciples stepped forward and surrounded him.

The master of Ji Judo waved his hand and stood up again by himself. He coughed twice again and looked up at the clear and cloudless night: "What a fierce fist, such a strong killing intent, such a powerful aura. There will be another storm in Wensha County..."

Time flies, three days pass, September 1st.

Windsor County, Mia City, railway station.

A train roared with steam and slowly stopped on the platform.

Following the conductor's guidance, many passengers from far away came down with their suitcases and left towards the outside of the train station.

A white glove was placed on the edge of the door. A young man with purple hair got off the train, his eyes dark and red in the sunlight. He was wearing a windbreaker, and half-hidden at the hem of the windbreaker was a long instrument wrapped with a bandage, and the whole thing was in the shape of a sword.

The young man stood aside and watched the members of Soul Sword Dao walking down one by one. When the last person left the train carriage, he was about to look back but suddenly turned his head and looked to one side.

A pair of black and red eyes narrowed, and the corners of the eyes were as sharp as swords.

It was a few carriages back, and a strong, fair-skinned young man stepped down from it. He seemed to have noticed Lance's gaze, and turned back with a hearty smile.

"Star Ring Gate, Yaoguang Fist, Aluo..."

Lance murmured to himself, and his right hand involuntarily touched the hilt of the sword at his waist. The loose bandage looked like it was about to unravel.

"This is a train station, are you sure you want to take action?"

A standard baritone voice came over, and the fair-skinned young man A Luo said from a distance of more than ten meters. He wore a black vest that exposed his muscular arms, and tight shorts on the lower half. The left arm is evenly wrapped with white bandages, and the right arm is being wrapped. Circle after circle, across the wrist and covering the entire palm.

"snort."

Lance snorted coldly and slowly moved the hand holding the sword hilt away. The originally cold aura on his body became even more gloomy.

"We are really destined to meet each other like this." The fair-skinned young man raised his thick black eyebrows, stretched his tire-like shoulders back, and glanced at the Soul Sword people.

"There are so many people, where are you going when you come to Windsor?"

"none of your business?"

Lance's eyes were as cold as ever.

"Why is it none of my business? Brother-in-law, I..." A Luo chuckled and took a few steps forward, half of the words not yet finished.

Stupid!

A bright silver sword was pulled out, making a buzzing sound in the air, and its sides were as smooth as a mirror. The sword is very long and sharp, with a curved brass guard on one end that looks like a stamen, protecting the palm like a scissors grip.

The sharp tip of the sword was pointed directly at the white-skinned young man. The gloom in Lance's eyes almost turned into water drops: "How dare you say brother-in-law again..."

"Ah, haha." Aluo laughed twice, raised his hands, and said, "Don't be so impulsive. This is a public place. I won't mention your sister...just put your sword back..."

"Hmph!" Lance snorted again.

Immediately, they left the train station with the Soul Sword and the others without looking back. A Luo also got into the car with three or four people.

The two teams moved forward one behind the other, but their destinations were surprisingly the same.

They are all members of the Dongjiu Sect, Evil Eye Fist.

At this moment, the Evil Eye Fist Dojo. This is a group of villas located on the hillside in the suburbs. It is also the headquarters of the Evil Eye Fist.

In an empty conference room used to receive guests. A middle-aged man wearing a green short-sleeved shirt sat on the main seat, and on both sides of the long red table, other warriors sat one after another.

There are some representatives of small secret martial arts schools, as well as most of the sect leaders of medium-sized secret martial arts schools. Among them was a man with a dark brown beard on his face, wearing a short-sleeved suit. There is a raptor logo on the chest towards the shoulders.

The current sect leader of Red Eagle Fist is Lu En.

The person sitting on the main seat is the current sect leader of Evil Eye Fist, Justin. Evil Eye Fist has been putting pressure on many secret martial arts schools in Wensha County for half a month, and now it is time to talk.

The meeting started from eight o'clock in the morning to eleven o'clock now, and it is not over yet. Many conflicts cannot be resolved by a meeting.

However, some secret martial arts schools have already loosened their attitudes.

Creaking, someone suddenly walked in from outside the door, came to Justin, the leader of the Evil Eye Fist Sect, and whispered something.

"Someone is coming to my Evil Eye Kickboxing Gym at this moment? And he wants to fight Elder Jay by name!?" Justin's brows gradually wrinkled: "Where is this little brat? Don't worry about him. I'll come back later. Deal with it. Finish the plan for Dongjiumen first..."

The Evil Eye Fist disciple nodded and walked out quickly.

Justin cleared his throat twice, put one hand on the surface of the long table, glanced at everyone in the conference room, and said.

"I don't want to talk nonsense to you, so let's be clear now. Let's join the Eastern Conference together, whoever is for it and who is against it!"