Wanjie Athletics, I choose Zhang Sanfeng to start

Speaking of which, they are no longer unknown people.

Can Ma Xiangkai have such appeal?

Of course it was Cao Zhe's banner!

These 20 people are just the first batch, and there are more authors who are gathering in the direction of Feipengbao.

However, although Feipeng Castle is not small, it is not too big either.

Too many unfamiliar faces pouring in at once, I'm afraid it will make Feipengbao nervous.

Chapter 479 Taking Shape Slowly

After all, it seemed as if nothing happened in the whole Feipeng Castle.

Even every day, strangers come into town.

Someone stood on the top of the city and chanted a mantra. In the next few months, the people in the entire Feipeng Castle would become accustomed to any abnormalities that happened here.

With more people, Cao Zhe felt more relaxed.

Because he only needs to promote a few team leaders, and then distribute a batch of newly released lighters.

These authors who are used to introversion will immediately roll up.

The creative impulse and creative desire cannot be stopped.

"These web writers are really weird."

"It's fine for the characters in the novel to be handsome and beautiful, and it's not incomprehensible to change their gender. But old people, lame people, blind people, eunuchs... and animals, I don't discriminate against them, but does this really have a sense of substitution?"

"Perhaps, this is the novelty!" Cao Zhe said he didn't understand, but he was greatly shocked.

Next, of course, is the process of the authors' creation and Cao Zhe's practice.

If you have to describe it in detail, there is nothing to say.

Everything you do now is just laying the groundwork.

Then wait for the opportunity to unfold step by step.

Cao Zhe solved the basic purpose of coming to this world, and the remaining goal is to analyze the reason for the emergence of this world and the hidden messages in it.

And this answer may not be answered until the world is deduced past that breakpoint.

As time passed by in such a slow manner, the foundations of some great changes had already been deeply buried in places that no one knew about.

There are many more storytellers in the arena.

The stories in their mouths are always treacherous and mysterious.

Occasionally, the seemingly real ghost stories are always fascinating.

However, those knights with some experience in the world, when they heard these stories, most of them smiled contemptuously.

Only a very small number of people who have had some unique experiences will pay special attention to it, and even ask the storyteller for questioning.

It's just that those storytellers don't know the specific origin of these stories.

As if by accident, I heard it.

Then they take advantage of it.

It seems that these stories have always been hidden among the people.

It just happened to be discovered.

Before I knew it, three years had passed.

Xiguang's story line finally skipped the boring "opening chapter" and gradually led to the main topic.

The Juyan Mountain where Feipeng Fort is located is actually just a mountain top in the Dagu Mountains in Yongzhou.

In the thousands of miles of Dagu Mountains, there are still many surprising and dangerous places hidden.

Among them, there is a canyon that is extremely dangerous and terrifying.

People in the rivers and lakes call it Youming Gorge.

Every night of bitter wind and bitter rain, there will be a large number of will-o'-the-wisps in this dangerous and difficult canyon, swaying and galloping in the violent wind and rain.

Between lightning and thunder, some terrifying scenes will be formed.

Even if it is just a flash of light shining on the surrounding rocks, it seems to project hell onto the human world.

Therefore, ordinary people generally believe that this canyon, the place leading to the underworld, is a gorge leading to the underworld.

It was originally in the deep mountains, and after such rumors spread, fewer and fewer people came and went.

However, such a canyon that seems to hide a mystery was not created by Cao Zhe.

At least not yet, it's not!

There was thunder and thunder, the wind was howling, the rain was pouring, and the will-o'-the-wisps were flickering.

A figure in a coir raincoat is jumping rapidly among the undulating mountains.

Their lightness skills are very good, even the jagged rocks and slippery mountain roads in rainy days did not slow down their speed by half.

Although the footing is light, it is extremely stable.

Afterwards, they all stood at a stone gate in a canyon.

The heavy rain washed away many camouflages, exposing the stone gate that was originally covered by mud.

On a rainy day, the old man who even flew a kite and covered the kite with phosphorous liquid, disguised as a ghost, squatted in front of the stone gate like a mountain ghost.

His eight fingers are holding dozens of different kite strings.

With a light pull, those kites can fly freely and fiercely in the wind and rain.

There was no confusion at all, the strings of the kite were in a mess.

"It's dark and rainy, please make way for your friends." Among the many figures, one person said.

His voice seemed very confident, and he seemed to have some great identity.

But now, he hides this identity.

Even so, his pride and self-confidence remained undiminished.

The old man flying the kite didn't speak, but moved his eight fingers lightly.

Afterwards, a large number of kites, like will-o'-the-wisps, fell from mid-air and aimed at different figures.

Thunder and lightning, torrential rain.

Under the washing of the rain, those kites that are still flying fast are more like sharp weapons controlled by remote control.

Even in the rainy night, the kite dyed fluorescent green was gradually stained with a layer of blood.

The bright red color, mixed with the fluorescent green color, makes the color even more dazzling.

Blood... flowing along the accumulation of rainwater.

The old man guarding the stone gate had a poison dart stuck in his chest, showing a somewhat relieved expression.

A man in black with a broken arm took out something from behind the stone gate, and then recklessly disappeared into the cold and hazy night where the rain was fading away.

This was supposed to be, on the other side of a bleak canyon, there was a group of onlookers hidden.

They watched the whole thing begin and end.

"Hao Wanshan of Qi Beimen, a powerful generation, can only act as the treasure giver of the protagonist." Ma Xiangkai said with some emotion.

"Xiao Jiang is still very dignified."

"According to your kid's style of writing, if you write it, this treasure will naturally be swallowed, and Hao Wanshan will also end up with nothing left."

"Little Jiang is different, but the Nine Ways of Destiny... A hundred years ago, Zhong Che, a hero of the generation, learned the secret. Although he became greedy, he finally chose to send it to the Qibei Gate, and planned to hand it over to Hao Wanshan's only son."

"Hao Wanshan's only son would have been useless if he hadn't encountered all kinds of misfortunes along the way. He really might not have learned this unique skill," said wittily.

Although he said so wittily, there was clearly a bit of embarrassment and regret in his expression.

Once upon a time, he also wanted to write such a hero who puts chivalry first and promises everything.

"The Nine Forms of Destiny... The boss has already transformed it. Once Xiao Jiang starts, her style of painting will be different from that of today's martial arts."

"By the way, the boss really said...is this martial arts? Are you sure it's not some powerful supernatural power?" An author said enviously.

"Of course it's martial arts, it's just the difference between low martial arts and high martial arts!"

"Choose words! Who doesn't know how?"

"Let's go! Go! Go back and watch the big show!"

"Now is the most embarrassing time for Xiao Jiang."

"He saved the castle master's daughter on the front foot, but was embarrassed by the castle master's three disciples on the back foot, and almost lost his life."

"Speaking of which, the castle master's daughter is really green tea. No matter what you say, Xiao Jiang is a life-saving grace. She said she wanted to repay her, but she turned around and told the three senior brothers to take care of Xiao Jiang. Response." Some authors took the opportunity to carry private goods.

4 Chapter Eighty

A group of writers, Jijiwaiwai, monitored the occurrence and development of the main plot in real time under the influence of the invisibility talisman specially provided by Cao Zhe.

According to the plan, this time is still in the stage of 'the general trend cannot be changed, but the small trend can be changed'.

For example, tampering with the Nine Mandates that the protagonist must obtain.

And after the protagonist Jiang Yu'an left Feipeng Castle, he provided some training resources through some appropriate channels.

This is to rely on the main line, but change some small details.

After all, even if it is the protagonist, if he rashly cultivates high martial arts, it may not be unbearable.

With the proper supply of resources, it's different again.

As for Cao Zhe, he is waiting now!

Waiting for Makino's Kowloon Palace to be unearthed.

The legend of Makino Sufang Emperor's Nine Dragon Palace happens to be linked with the first major Jianghu incident encountered by the protagonist Jiang Yu'an.

As the first "miracle" manifested in the world, Cao Zhe decided to play it safe and play the role of Emperor Qin Huang who is about to wake up from the Nine Dragon Palace.

Only by operating it himself can he guarantee that if the world cannot withstand such a drastic change, he can brake in time, quickly wash off all traces, and start over.

In the land of Muye, deep underground, the Nine Dragon Palace fabricated by Cao Zhe is now gray.

The shark oil lamps on the left and right stone walls have not been lit yet, and the bright pearls dotted on the dome are only emitting a cold gleam.

A large number of figurines, in different postures, stand heroically and solemnly on the square, and there are no less than tens of thousands of them.

The huge coffin was docked on the left and right sides of the palace, and there was a faint and powerful aura rising and falling in it.

Nine stone dragons of different colors hovered over the stone pillars, spying on the palace from different directions.

They seemed to be in pain, and the chains bound these stone dragons in the stone pillars, and the two gradually became one.

The entire palace and the tomb are magnificent and magnificent.

It is simply impossible to build by human beings... Of course, it is indeed not built by ordinary people.

Even so, Cao Zhe did not set up methods such as immortal formations and cultivator restrictions in the palace.

The main thing that stands out is still a... plausible.

As for Su Fangdi waking up from the Nine Dragon Palace, this is a flexible operation.

If conditions permit, Cao Zhe will bring the terracotta warriors and horses and the ancient warriors in the coffin to revive, and then go deep into the land of ancient Xia.

But if the conditions are not allowed, then none of this will happen, and what is left is only some ancient martial arts classics, and some treasures with strange properties and unimaginable abilities.

"Jiang Yu'an! You have violated the taboo of Feipeng Castle by stealing property and learning falconry. Now, according to the school rules, your martial arts will be abolished and you will be expelled from the castle. Do you have anything to say?" The owner of Feipeng Castle The eldest disciple Ding Haishan asked Jiang Yu'an with a sneer.

Jiang Yu'an showed displeasure, but still restrained his anger, and said, "Where is Missy? I want to see Missy! If you have anything to say, I will explain it to Missy when I see Missy."

Ding Haishan said coldly: "I don't know how to repent, I abolished his dantian, and then threw it out!"

All the authors who were watching shook their heads.

"Poison! Poison!"