If one word were used to describe Galewind Fortress, it would be chaos!
If you use two words to describe it, it is too messy!
In this damn place, not only does it have no ruler, no iron law, and even no power group.
It can be said that every person active in the Gale Fortress is an individual, without a backer behind them, and without their own organization or sect.
The only thing they can rely on is their own fists and their own swords.
If he hadn't known the situation here in advance, Xiang Nan would have thought that Stormwind Fortress was a battlefield.
Because when they flew over, the sky over the entire Gale Fortress was filled with gunpowder smoke, explosions were everywhere, and people were fighting everywhere.
Few righteous people would be willing to come to this ghostly place, because you can't compete for territory here, and there is no such thing as a territory here.
You also have no way to condense your own power here, because there is no such thing as power here.
Those who committed serious crimes, those who were hunted down by their enemies, those who simply pursued the pleasure of fighting, and those with twisted and perverted psychology all gathered here.
The setting sun swayed his strong body, and laughed loudly: "Grass, is it really him? He's so energetic! The realm of the first level of Wusheng is really good!"
Xiang Nan smiled.
The four hundred and fifty-two low-level Holy Spirit Stones were all given to Setting Yang by Xiang Nan, and he borrowed another fifty-six from Liuhua, making a total of five hundred and eight low-level Holy Spirit Stones, and finally allowed Setting Yang to be promoted to Wu St. Yizhong.
Some people may think that it is so easy to get a martial saint, only five hundred low-level holy spirit stones are needed to pile up a martial saint.
But what they don't know is, what did Xiang Nan exchange for the more than 400 Holy Spirit Stones? He finally got them by killing hundreds of martial saints and golden-blooded beasts in the small secret realm. .
Calculated in this way, in fact, the price paid for obtaining these holy spirit stones is far greater than pushing the setting sun to become a martial sage.
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 promoted to Martial Saints, they would cross several long realms. This is not a good thing.
It's like a person who is still a child of four or five years old today, but tomorrow has the power of an adult, and his ability to control this power will be very bad.
Xiao Jun and Yuan Meng must be promoted steadily so that they can constantly adapt to the state of each realm.
This involves another issue, that is, the control of power.
If a person only has power but doesn't know how to control it perfectly, he will definitely not become a real master.
But setting sun, there is no such problem, his physical fitness is against the sky, and his realm is not so far from the Martial Saint.
On the chaotic street, four people in front were fighting.
Sword lights criss-crossed and shot everywhere.
On the side of the street, the strong men who drank heavily at the small stalls and ate meat, while holding the wine bowls, without looking back, they slapped away a flying sword light with their backhands, chatting and laughing still, unrestrained and unrestrained. reduce.
Obviously the people here have fully adapted to this kind of life.
A repelled warrior flew upside down and ran towards Xiang Nan and the others.
The setting sun stretched out a slap the size of a basin, and slapped the flying martial artist away with one slap.
Another martial artist was repelled, and the setting sun stretched out his "several meters long" long legs, kicking that person to the ground with one kick.
There were still two people still fighting, and the setting sun strode over with his mouth curled up, grabbed one person with his left hand, and punched him head-on with his casserole-sized fist, which collapsed half of the warrior's face, lying on the ground dying.
Seeing this, another martial artist jumped up and pointed a sword at Setting Yang's shoulder!
Setting Yang grabbed the long sword with one hand, broke it with both hands, and the long sword snapped in two with a clang.
"Fuck your grandma!" Setting Yang cursed and punched the warrior's stomach, causing the warrior to kneel on the ground, vomiting non-stop.
Strictly speaking, the setting sun is a person who hates evil like an enemy, but he doesn't know how to be a good person, and he doesn't know what to do, which is the so-called chivalry.
He lives in a simple world of killing, and every day he sees warriors licking blood from their blades. As a result, the only way he can imagine to deal with villains is to resort to violence.
This caused the setting sun, who hated evil like hatred, to look more like a villain.
Xiang Nan knew that when the setting sun betrayed the guild, he was going to be thrown into the Stormwind Fortress, but he refused. He would rather be like a wild beast in the Colosseum, using battles to amuse the audience.
I also don't want to come to Stormwind Fortress and join forces with this group of inhuman beasts.
Because the setting sun said: I am a good person, they are bad people, I am different from them.
The setting sun wiped the blood on his fist, and said to Xiang Nan: "Do you have to come to this kind of filthy place? I really can't stay here for a day."
"Look at this group of sons of bitches, which one doesn't have blood on their hands, which one doesn't rape and kill good women."
"Are your hands covered with blood?" Lan Tian fixedly looked at the blood on Setting Yang's hands.
While wiping, Can Yang said: "Hei boy, be careful what you say, the blood on my hand is from the bad guys."
Lan Tian said lightly: "Pay attention to what you say, I'm not some black boy, my name is Lan Tian."
"Grass!" Setting Yang waved his big fist, hitting Lan Tian on the face.
The blue sky was hit hard by a heart-warming punch, hitting the ground hard, and rolled for forty or fifty laps in a row before barely getting up.
And the entire right arm of the setting sun has also become dry, but Lan Tian's subordinates are merciful, not completely deserting him, but turning the setting sun's right arm into a stone sculpture-like existence.
"Hey, I'm stupid." The setting sun's eyes glared: "Little bastard, it's okay! Today I will tear you apart."
That blue sky looked up and sneered: "Come on, I'll let you go with the wind."
Xiang Nan shouted: "Enough!"
Only then did the two stop their hands, but they still glared at each other.
Xiang Nan said with a cold face: "This is the first and last time, in my team, infighting is strictly prohibited."
"If you commit another crime, get out of my team. This is my bottom line."
Lan Tian absolutely obeyed Xiang Nan's words, he knew Xiang Nan's character very well, and followed Xiang Nan wholeheartedly.
The setting sun didn't say anything, he felt that Xiang Nan was a good-hearted man, he gave him five hundred Holy Spirit Stones without blinking his eyes.
Do things with such a person, don't feel aggrieved.
Xiang Nan looked at the two of them and said, "Disagreement is a trivial matter, as long as the way is harmonious."
"I'm afraid that if you have different ways, then you really won't be able to work together. You two are very kind in nature, but you are not good at communicating with others."
"Is he a good person?" Setting Yang asked, pointing at Lan Tian's nose.
Xiang Nan said: "Yes."
Setting Yang nodded: "Okay, you say yes, I believe you."
"That black boy, I was impulsive just now, so I apologize to you."
Lan Tian tidied up his clothes and said, "I've been reckless too, I apologize to you." The setting sun suddenly disappeared, and at this moment, he was putting his arms around Dali's shoulders, and said, "Young man, you are two meters taller than me, what are you? Come on, do you want to fight with me and see who is stronger."