For a moment, the crowd was in an uproar.

Many devout believers of the Fist God pulled out their fists and glared at them.

Some people also showed horror on their faces, and were frightened by the arrogance of the machinery and steam believers in front of the statue of the Fist God in broad daylight.

Not far away, a group of guards with their backs and bears on their waists, eyes as if they were like copper bells, and their temples were bulging away, pushing away everyone and rushing towards the pagan.

This guy turned a blind eye and still shouted the heresy lyrics without knowing how to do it, constantly throwing straw paper.

The straw paper is like snowflakes, falling down one after another.

Most devout believers are afraid of snakes and scorpions, as if straw paper is poisonous.

However, there were very few people who could not resist the temptation of curiosity. They secretly grabbed the straw paper, took a few glances, and quickly threw it aside, then stepped on it as if nothing had happened to prove their innocence.

Gus swallowed and secretly grabbed one.

The straw paper is very rough, and there are a few simple words written on it, which simply means "the old god is dead, and the new god should be established."

But there is also a so-called "Steam God Cult" printed below, which is a huge steam engine that drives eight mechanical arms, like an iron troll with teeth and claws.

The pattern is quite exquisite, with very thin lines and crisscrossing. Even on the rough straw paper, the ink does not dizzy.

Gus looked at it and found that there were exactly the same patterns on other straw papers.

Use your toes to stack two pieces of straw paper together, the two patterns are exactly the same, and each line can match.

This shows that this pattern was not drawn.

Instead, it is printed directly with a printing press.

In his father's notes, Gus had seen something similar to a printing machine, a large machine with a precise structure.

The pagans actually had the strength to hide a printing press in Qianyuan City. This perception made Gus feel shocked.

At this time, the guards had already rushed forward and pressed the guy who was distributing the leaflets down.

Just like a few bears, crushing a sheep, almost failing to crush this guy to death.

But this guy really has a bit of a lasting spirit. He still shouted without knowing how to fight with his life and death under the crushing of hundreds of kilograms of muscle lumps.

Just a sharp and thin shouting completely lost its meaning, just like a person whose tongue was cut off, emitting the most vicious curse to the sky.

Gus and Grey looked at each other.

Look at the sky again.

It's day now.

But the crack in the sky that could be seen in Chijin Town has become more and more obvious, like a huge smiling mouth mocking the powerlessness of the Fist God.

"This world is about to collapse."

For no reason, Gus remembered Lu Qingchen's words again.

I don’t know whether the world collapses, but the activities of the Mechanical and Steam Cultists are indeed becoming more and more rampant, and the control of the Fist Temple is indeed becoming weaker and weaker.

Gus and Grey looked at the guy emitting the flyer with expressionless faces and were dragged away by the guards.

A winding and strong blood mark was left on the ground.

Guards came up to check everyone's identification.

Because we rarely use machinery and do not like to use tools, the identity proof of the world of Fist God is very rough, and it is nothing more than a bamboo piece engraved with names and hometown.

Gus and Grey had already stolen the identity certificates of passers-by and forged them.

What is more troublesome is their appearance. In extraordinary times, a pair of siblings will definitely attract attention when they come to Qianyuan City.

Regarding this, Lu Qingchen also disguised them, but they blew a breath on their faces, which made them unrecognizable. They were two dark-faced mountain men, and Gus was much older than Grey's, which was completely different from his true face.

The guards' attention was all focused on the guy who was distributing the flyers just now, and it was just a routine for the onlookers to see if they had any privately hidden flyers on them.

Gus and Grey each carried a large backpack, stuffed with mountain goods, but they were steam balloons hiding Lu Qingchen and precious notes left by his father, all stuffed in the belly of pheasants and wild ducks.

The guards checked casually and waved their hands to let go.

The two followed the bustling crowd and squeezed into Qianyuan City.

Although Qianyuan City is a big city in the north, the market is not very prosperous.

In other words, there is no city in the world of the Fist God that can be called "prosperous in the market".

Because this world advocates hard and simple life, and is not interested in luxury, bright lights and wine.

After passing through the city gate and looking around, the most eye-catching landmark building in Qianyuan Town is the towering fist temple like a palace.

Around the Boxing Temple, hundreds of boxing gyms and dojos, are surrounded by rings and martial arts venues.

The trained, challenged, scattered, and taught, thousands of men with large and round waists and high muscles, the blood and sweat emitted by the blood and sweat gathered in the air into a cluster of red clouds with fangs and claws.

The muscles collided hard and made a "crackling" sound, which was the most sacred music of the Iron Fist Way.

In addition to the Fist Temple and the Martial Arts Hall, there are many strange-shaped guys on the street.

They are often ragged and even covered in dirt, but their eyes are shining brightly, and they are surrounded by a powerful aura. They sit cross-legged on the side of the road, with signs in front of them with their origin, realm and skillful skills.

These are all wandering boxers who travel through the world of boxing gods, make friends through martial arts, exchange exercises, and increase their experience.

From time to time, people come forward to challenge the wandering boxers. Everyone can decide the winner in a few seconds. Naturally, they are beaten to the point of blueness, but they are never angry. Instead, they laugh and hold their backs, as if they have really become confidants I haven't met for many years.

There are even more weird people. Every time they take a step, they will kneel down on the street as if no one is present and hit the ground hard.

boom!

My head was fine, but they knocked out pits from the big bluestone on the street, and cracks like spider webs continued to spread.

Gus has heard that these guys are all ascetic monks who have made great wishes in front of the Fist God, who use the method of torture their bodies to purify their minds and listen to the Fist God’s voice.

The guy who hits his head on the ground is probably practicing the "Iron Head Tip". If you go along like this, you will run a hundred and eight thousand miles. It is impossible to achieve the Iron Head Tip if you can't achieve it.

In the past, Gus once admired the ascetic monk very much, and even thought that he would become the ascetic monk one day, and moved the fist god with sincerity and reverse his destiny.

Now that he saw the power of the arrow blaster and the Vulcan cannon, Gus looked at the ascetic again and wanted to sneer.

In addition to the boxing gym, there are basically only two purposes for shops along the street.

One is a restaurant - boxers have a strong muscles and naturally have a big appetite. Three or five kilograms of beef and three or five kilograms of steamed buns are all a piece of cake, so there are more restaurants here than boxing gyms, and the scale is quite large.

The second is the shop that sells plasters and weapons. Plasters are essential for cultivation. Weapons such as swords and bows and arrows are sneered by experts, but it is still necessary for the elderly, weak, women and children to defend themselves.
Chapter completed!