In the afternoon, Lin Zhao stepped onto the Great Wall of Fusu. When he stood on the top of the city, he felt that his shoulders were under extremely heavy pressure. The strong martial arts fortune was conducive to the martial arts practice. This was a kind of heavenly favor. However, the more powerful the martial arts fortune, the stronger the positive victory of the martial arts hero. If you want to stay on the Great Wall of Fusu for a long time, you need to endure this victory.

What's more, the wind is full of disorderly sword intent, and the sword cultivators are willing to accept it. It is not easy for martial artists and spiritual practitioners to feel good.

...

Lin Zhao stood quietly on a broken stool, wearing a blue shirt, carrying a long sword, and fist flowing all over his body. However, in this Fusu Great Wall, a sixth-level martial artist like him is really nothing. The man who just passed by eating melon seeds was a sea-level martial artist, and a woman wearing a small skirt passing by the top of the city. She was a sword cultivator of the eleventh level of return to the true realm, a real sword immortal!

In the Fusu Great Wall where dragons and tigers are hidden, there are many such sword immortals and martial artists in the upper fifth realm, and there are countless.

“Yo?”

When Lin Zhao was practicing boxing, not far away, an old man lying on a stool and siping wine looked over and said with a smile: "My friend, where are you practicing boxing?"

"Um!"

Lin Zhao nodded.

"Drink or not?" the old man shook the wine gourd in his hand.

“No…”

Lin Zhao clasped his fists: "Thank you senior!"

“You’re so kind…”

The old man narrowed his eyes and looked at the boy, laughing and said, "Your name is Lin Zhao, who is from Tianchi, Snowland, and a descendant of the Great Chen Dynasty?"

"Um."

Lin Zhao nodded, and his heart moved, so he simply walked to the old man and said, "What do you call me senior?"

"Everyone in the city calls me Lao Longtou."

"Then... the old dragon-head senior?"

“It’s OK.”

The old dragon head smiled and said, "Your boxing is interesting, what is the origin of it? Who is the master?"

"Three Fights of the Farmer."

Lin Zhao was a little embarrassed and smiled, "The name is very ordinary, but the boxing technique is very high, can the seniors tell me?"

"What's the use of just praising yourself?"

"senior."

Lin Zhao pursed his lips and said, "Can I ask you a question?"

"ask."

"Why do people in the Great Wall of Fusu seem to be very repulsive to the descendants of the Great Chen Dynasty? Why?" Lin Zhao frowned: "I don't understand very much."

"Simple."

The old dragon head pointed at his feet and smiled and said, "Who do you know the people of this Fusu Great Wall are all?"

"It is said that he was a former prisoner and his descendants." Lin Zhao said.

“That’s right.”

The old dragon nodded and said, "Besides, he was a prisoner and refugee of the defeated Daxia Dynasty. After the founding emperor of the Da Shang Dynasty, Baidi, made a promise after unifying the entire territory. All those from the Xia tribe who were willing to surrender would enter the pass and give them acre of grain to plant. Anyone who did not want to surrender would not leave the Fusu Great Wall for the rest of his life. So... all those on this Fusu Great Wall are those who did not surrender!"

Lin Zhao was stunned for a moment, turned around and looked north, and suddenly felt a little excited!

Xia people.

Millions of heroic spirits guard the mountains and rivers for thousands of miles, and those whose descendants do not want to surrender will all guard the Fusu Great Wall!

So, was the war between the Da Shang and the Xia tribe really won by the Da Shang Dynasty?

At this moment, Lin Zhao felt it was hard to say.

The old dragon head seemed to see the young man's thoughts were misty and smiled: "So, the people in this Fusu Great Wall are all descendants of the Xia tribe, and they all hate the Da Shang deeply. As for why they hate the Da Chen Dynasty..."

"Why?" Lin Zhao asked.

The old dragon head smiled: "At that time, the Great Shang went north and attacked the Xia tribe with the demon clan and the demon clan. At that time, the last pillar of the Xia tribe, the star Chu Gong, personally went to the Great Chen Dynasty, which was defending the northern border, but still failed to convince the royal family of the Great Chen Dynasty to agree to send troops south to reinforce the Xia tribe. Therefore, the Xia tribe was extremely disappointed with the vassal dynasty of the Great Chen Dynasty. Everyone thought that the Great Chen Dynasty had lost its moral character. Therefore, although your Great Chen Dynasty was the last to be destroyed by the Great Shang Dynasty, it was still not too late for the people of the world. What's more, in the end... The Great Chen Dynasty surrendered to the Great Shang Dynasty intact and was adapted by the Great Shang into the current 200,000 armors of Yanzhou. It was a great shame and humiliation!"

"I understand."

Lin Zhao frowned: "No wonder they are so angry."

"Actually you are not wrong."

The old dragon head grinned and said, "Practice well in the Great Wall of Fusu and don't cause trouble. People from the Great Chen Dynasty are not here to make a comeback."

"Well, thank you for the reminder of me."

...

Lin Zhaowu practiced boxing and swords by himself. At night, he traveled to the museums in the Great Wall of Fusu, supplementing some golden, silver, and green talismans. The writing of military talismans was too expensive, and these were all supplemented frequently. Later, in addition to sleeping and eating time, he sharpened his boxing intention and sword intent on the top of the city, and the sword intent was hidden in the sword lake. The bright moon seemed to be getting more and more sharp. In places like Fusu Great Wall, the bright moon was like a fish in water and grew rapidly!

A few days later, Lin Zhao began to get used to life on the Fusu Great Wall.

On this day, Lin Zhao warmed his fist spirit on the top of the city. Several young men in the city walked over with childish expressions on their faces. One of the young men in purple frowned and said, "Lin Zhao, are you a descendant of the Great Chen Dynasty?"

"yes."

Lin Zhao nodded.

"Then you should get out of the Fusu Great Wall immediately!"

The young man looked hateful and said, "The people of the Great Chen Dynasty are all boneless people. What qualifications do you have to stay on the Great Wall of Fusu to practice? Are you all right?"

A group of teenagers nodded one after another, and one of the girls frowned and said, "Lin Zhao, if you know the truth, you should get out of the Fusu Great Wall. What qualifications do you have to absorb the luck of our Xia tribe's Fusu Great Wall?"

Lin Zhao turned around and looked at them, saying, "The Great Wall of Fusu belongs to your Xia tribe? Why haven't I heard of it? Take a step back and say that the Great Chen Dynasty was a vassal of the Xia dynasty back then, and I was also a member of the Xia tribe. Why did you let me get out?"

The young man in purple said angrily: "Because you are not qualified to stay here!"

“Why aren’t qualified?”

Lin Zhao frowned and raised his fists: "My fists have also killed monsters, why are they not qualified? Who sets the rules?"

"Anyway, it's just not!"

“It doesn’t matter.”

Lin Zhao took a break from a farmer's three-fist boxing stance and smiled, "Anyway, what you said doesn't count."

"snort!"

A group of teenagers became angry and eventually left with grudges.

...

At dusk, Lin Zhao went to the city wall to have a meal, and saw a line of boys writing a line of words under the city with white pen and ink.

"Lin Zhao gets out of the Great Wall of Fusu!"

When Lin Zhao saw this, he was not angry. He slowly took out a thousand riders and rolled snow, and wrote a line of words underneath with red cinnabar.

"If you say you don't get out, you won't get out."

For a time, this young man from the Great Chen Dynasty actually became a topic of conversation in the Great Wall of Fusu.

...

While a group of young handsome men in the Great Wall of Fusu were talking about Lin Zhao, others were also talking about it.

In the restaurant that was so simple that it was a bit shabby, several big names in the Great Wall of Fusu carrying wine gourds were also talking.

“How to say it?”

An old man in a gray-white robe smiled slightly: "Is this Lin Zhao... sent by Chu Huaixi?"

"Mostly."

The person who answered the conversation was Lao Longtou. He rubbed his eyebrows and said, "Chu Huaixi really knows how to find trouble for us in the Fusu Great Wall. He sent a fifteen-year-old boy from the Sixth Realm to the Fusu Great Wall to tell us that there are successors to the Dachen Dynasty?"

"Hmph, it's really interesting!"

A middle-aged man in blue shirt smiled and said, "I think Lin Zhao may not be able to beat the top players of our younger generation of Fusu Great Wall. Perhaps even the few in the middle are not able to beat. Brother Lu, what do you think?"

The old man in white is the "Brother Lu" he calls him, Lu Xinghe, the son of the last emperor of the Xia tribe, the thirteenth realm sword cultivator, the master of the Fusu Great Wall, and the real old sword immortal in people's eyes.

Lu Xinghe narrowed his eyes and smiled and said, "What does it have to do with me... If the child wants to make trouble, I'm too lazy to care. If you want to, you can take care of it. But don't do it too much."

The Korean side said: "Speak more specifically."

"Lin Zhao is a good kid, there is no need to target it everywhere. He will be tempered on the Fusu Great Wall. As for the children in our Fusu Great Wall who want to compete with him, then exchange it, not me..."

The old fairy sword smiled and said, "These natural sword seeds in our Fusu Great Wall are born with natural general seeds, and the young are young and energetic, and they don't take anyone seriously if they are above the top. If Lin Zhao can help to suffocate their aura, it will be a good thing."

"Um!"

The old dragon head also nodded and said, "That's true. I have long looked at Qin Yu and those little bastards Liu Xilong are disliked!"

...

night.

Mingyue Tower, the best restaurant in Fusu Great Wall.
To be continued...