"...Then martial masters can develop single-digit stars, great martial artists can develop double-digit stars, and Wu Zun can develop three-digit stars. Martial kings are different."
Lu Sheng took out a piece of paper, and on it he drew a simple diagram of acupoints on the human body with a charcoal pencil, and roughly marked the positions of some stars on it.
"King Wu is a three-digit star developed before in-depth development, and in each star, a little spiritual imprint is left, so that it can explode more freely and quickly with stronger power."
He casually drew a few antennae on the villain, representing meridians and blood vessels.
"After that comes the Martial Emperor. The stars that the Martial Emperor can develop can exceed four digits, and also leave a spiritual imprint on each star. Once you exercise your skills, your whole body will be connected to thousands of stars, and the burst of power will be unparalleled, transcending the ordinary and becoming holy."
"It's kind of interesting... The Martial Emperor can achieve the power of a hundred elephants. I feel carefully that it is almost at the same level as the Bingshi. It's just that the combat power is more monotonous than the Bingshi."
Lu Sheng tried to study and perceive what the so-called stars are.
At first he thought it was the acupoints, but after careful observation with his mind and soul, he found that it was not.
It's not acupoints, meridian nodes, blood vessels, etc., and it's not even something that exists on the flesh and blood.
After spending the whole night tinkering alone in the room, Lu Sheng didn't research anything.
It is conceivable that this concept of stars must be the most fundamental secret of this world, and he will not be able to study it for a while, so he is not in a hurry.
Now the news that Tang Qingqing was invited home must have reached the ears of his father Pang Yuanjun, and he was waiting for Pang Yuanjun's reaction.
Presumably, out of curiosity, he would take the initiative to go back to the sub-forum to check the situation. At that time, Lu Sheng planned to take him down.
But before that, his current strength may not be able to win Pang Yuanjun head-on.
This is also the key reason why he has worked so hard to practice these days,
Although this world is only a world dedicated to collecting and sending divine power, the wish karma must be dealt with in a complete way anyway. It is not easy to encounter this kind of wish karma that is not difficult to deal with. If it cannot be completed, it is really too wasteful up.
In the past few days, Lu Sheng also started to completely control the sub-area plan.
After mastering the sub-area, he intends to try to forcefully deduce the Pian Xing Lu Chan Kung Fu, to see what he can deduce with his own martial arts background.
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Thousands of miles away, Fengjiazhuang.
Bursts of thick smoke, like black lines, slowly drifted out from the tall and majestic black fortress in the distance, and filled the air continuously, dyeing the originally clear clouds above into a light grayish black.
Four large flags are planted high on the four walls of the fortress, and the flags fluttering in the wind on the flags are written with a huge wind character.
Hundreds of meters away from the fortress, the originally flat white plaster ground was full of scorched deep pits and dark red bloodstains.
Broken weapons, shields and arrows can be seen everywhere, becoming the most common sight on this battlefield.
"It will be dark for two more hours, and I'm afraid I will return without success today."
Pang Yuanjun looked at the black fortress Fengjiazhuang from afar, his brows were furrowed, and he felt a little irritable.
He looks like a well-proportioned middle-aged man.
He has a handsome face and a cold temperament, with black leather gloves on his hands, two large serrated knives pinned to his waist, and a cyan cloak with black edges draped over a dark green outfit. It was obvious at a glance that he was the one with the highest status on this battlefield.
Behind Pang Yuanjun stood two tall men and women of different shapes.
The man has blond hair and a mighty figure. He is at least sixty years old, but he has a huge longbow on his back, a pot of quiver slung across his waist, and his arms are drooping, as if he could bend at any time. The bow shoots arrows. This is Pang Yuanjun's right-hand man, Emperor Wu Yuan Shijian
One of the women's eyes was white, apparently she was blind, her figure was strong and plump, she had a broad frame, but her protruding figure gave people an unusually well-proportioned and vigorous beauty. Like a leopard walking slowly in the jungle.
This person is Pang Yuanjun's most trusted person, and he is also his right and left hand - Hunyuan Breaker Liu Huanzhuang.
At this moment, Liu Huanzhuang was holding a black carrier pigeon in her right hand, gently removed the bound letter paper from the pigeon's leg, and unfolded it for inspection.
"It's the imprint of the branch altar, the branch altar in Qinglu City where Sicheng is." She added.
"Sicheng? Let's see how it goes." Yuan Shijian said.
On the contrary, it was Pang Sicheng's own father, Pang Yuanjun, who didn't care at all, and didn't even look this way, his eyes always fell on the black fortress in the distance.
Liu Huan quickly read the contents of the letter with makeup up and down, and her expression suddenly became a little weird.
"The higher up said that on the side of the sub-altar, that boy Sicheng unexpectedly found the wife of the main altar master, Tang Qingqing, and now she is waiting in Qinglu City, saying that he wants you to go back, Yuan Jun."
"Tang Qingqing? Taiyi and Quanzong came here just to get involved?" Pang Yuanjun frowned suddenly.
"I don't think it's Izumizong's idea..." Liu Huan raised the letter paper with makeup, and said with an even weirder expression. "This was written by Sicheng himself. He said that Tang Qingqing took the initiative to find him because of her deep love for you and begged him to bring her here... .
Your son also said that Tang Qingqing even did not hesitate to die for this, but in desperation, he had no choice but to use drugs to tie people up and restrict personal freedom, so as not to cause a tragedy..."
"Eh... Tang Qingqing has such a serious relationship??" Yuan Shijian was stunned.
"Don't worry about these things, Fengjiazhuang is about to be defeated now, I don't believe that I can't take down a small Fengjiazhuang with an army of thousands of green dew altars!?" Pang Yuanjun's stern face flashed a trace of sternness.
He waved his hand.
"Pass down the order. Tomorrow morning, the whole city will be attacked without interruption! Bring that to use!"
"Do you want to use that?" Liu Huanzhuang's expression became serious.
"If it's that, there's absolutely no problem with this trip, it's just that it's used so early..." Yuan Shijian hesitated.
"It doesn't matter, I will attack with all my strength. I want to see how long this Fengjiazhuang can last." A trace of tyranny flashed in Pang Yuanjun's eyes.
Pang Yuanjun is full of talent, great talent, and he is in the prime of life, ambitious. He wants to reverse the prophecy of the so-called Wooden Buddha. In addition, his cultivation breakthrough is imminent, and he may reach the peak of the top Martial Emperor at any time.
So he fought east and west, and he could find an excuse at will, and he could destroy people all over his family. He was so domineering that even the three major gangs couldn't talk.
There is no Emperor Wu in the three major gangs, but only the peak of Emperor Wu, but there are more than the sixteen sects. On the surface, the strength of the three major gangs has always surpassed the sixteen sects, but the strength of the first few members of the sixteen sects is actually no worse than them alone.
Emperor Wu is illusory, there are two legends left in the martial arts world, but neither of these two joined any forces, just like wild cranes in the clouds, appearing and disappearing from time to time.
Pang Yuanjun's conquests everywhere, on the one hand, to break the prophecy, on the other hand, he is also collecting other exercises, trying to increase the number of his military ten kill stars.
Early the next morning.
The heavy black army besieging Fengjiazhuang, one after another team launched a dark, thick and large cylinder-shaped thing.
There is a wheel-like structure installed under these things, which looks heavy.
Then it is to load the shells, light the gunpowder, and boom! !
Flames flashed across the sky and landed fiercely on the edge of the city wall. Fengjiazhuang Fortress suddenly shook.
The artillery fire lasted until the afternoon, and the city wall was finally blasted, and all the artillery that was pushed up were scrapped. It was already a shame not to blow up the chamber due to high heat and continuous use.
Under the advantage of artillery fire, the outer city wall of Fengjiazhuang finally fell, and Pang Yuanjun and others gathered troops to start the battle for the inner city wall.
kill! !
Pang Yuanjun watched from afar the fierce battle of blades on the city wall, and the corpses of both sides kept rolling down from the top of the city wall like dumplings.
Gunpowder smoke filled the air. Although more than a dozen cannons were completely abolished, once the outer city wall was taken, as long as the inner city was captured, it would be a complete victory.
At this time, white figures on the city wall rushed up with hatchets in their hands, each of them was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, with extraordinary strength and invincible.
But Pang Yuanjun and others were not surprised but delighted.
"Knife King's personal guards are finally dispatched! This is Fengjiazhuang's last force of resistance, defeating him is the time for me to win!!"
Pang Yuanjun immediately burst into laughter.
"Let's go together, let's compare?" Liu Huanzhuang looked at Yuan Shijian.
"Still not convinced?" Yuan Shijian was also in a good mood, stroking his beard and smiling.
The two looked at each other and smiled, and shot at the same time with a whoosh.
Pang Yuanjun took a step back, raised his right hand and slashed down.
Whoosh whoosh! !
A large group of masked men in black costumes shot out from behind him and rushed towards the inner city wall.
The situation of the battle changed rapidly. After the new force from the Green Dew Altar joined, the people in white clothes in Fengjiazhuang were like an avalanche, causing a large number of casualties in just a short moment.
"Pang Yuanjun!!"
boom! !
In an instant, a huge stone ball rolled up from the inner city wall, and hit Liu Huanzhuang, who had just killed two people, so hard that his face turned red.
"Hahahaha!! Beisheng Saber Wang Fengshanhe!! You are finally willing to show your face!" Pang Yuanjun saw it from a distance, but he raised his head and laughed, and pulled out the long knife at his waist with his backhand.
Swish!
But at this moment, a tall figure stood in front of him at some point.
"Cheng'er?" Pang Yuanjun was taken aback, and immediately recognized that this was his own son Pang Sicheng.
"What are you doing here!? Go back immediately! This is not the place for you!"
Lu Sheng looked calm.
"Father, I'm here to take you home. Mother has changed her mind, and now you are the only one left."
"Go home?" Pang Yuanjun squinted his eyes. For some reason, he always felt that there was something wrong with his son's words.
"Okay, don't get in the way, I'll talk about your mother's business after I finish this battle." He raised his knife and made a vertical leap, and his figure flew towards the inner city wall like lightning.
But in an instant, Lu Sheng soared into the air, miraculously blocking his way again.
"Get out of the way!" Pang Yuanjun was suddenly angry.
"Stop making trouble, daddy, just follow me home and reunite obediently." Lu Sheng looked a little helpless.
"Go back!!" Pang Yuanjun shot out his right palm, and the power of five hundred elephants hit Lu Sheng's shoulder hard with a huge impact.
Even if it is his son, he wants the other party to understand that the battlefield is no joke!
"Don't force me to hit someone!" Lu Sheng dodged to avoid the palm.
Pang Yuanjun's slap failed, and he suddenly felt that something was wrong. He knew the cultivation level of Pang Sicheng the most, but at this moment, this man who looked like his son, could it be Pang Sicheng
"Jun Yuan's first kill!!"
boom! A shadow of a void knife flashed across Lu Sheng's side in an instant, almost slashing his forehead.
"Are you still coming!?" Before Lu Sheng could finish speaking, he flashed to the left again.
"Jun Yuan's second kill!!"
Dozens of sword lights suddenly surrounded him, slashing down from all directions.
"Don't force me!!" Lu Sheng shot out from the gap in an instant.
"Junyuan's fourth kill!! Fifth kill!!" A silver dragon-like saber slammed into him.
"Sixth kill, eighth kill!!" Pang Yuanjun's face was cold, and he swung his saber again before waiting for the result. Mirror-like sword lights flew towards Lu Sheng one after another.
"Ninth kill!!" "Tenth...." "Kill your sister!! My son will beat someone when he is in a hurry!!"
Lu Sheng finally got angry, grabbed Pang Yuanjun's leg like a teleportation, and smashed it down.
boom! !
Pang Yuanjun's head hit the city wall more than three meters thick below.
The city wall directly blasted a huge gap more than ten meters in diameter.
Pang Yuanjun fell into a coma on the spot.
"Don't think that I dare not hit you because you are my father!"
Lu Sheng spat and dragged Pang Yuanjun to jump into the distance.