Dazhou Martial Arts Chronicle

The Iron Wall Pass was about to be broken, and the Lingqi Dao monks fled. The deputy general ordered: "The auxiliary troops should stay behind to stop the enemy!" That's letting them die. In the corner of the city, corpse collector Chen Zheng blew the bone whistle. Three long and two short - the pile of corpses under the city wall moved. A hundred "trash" whose test stones were not bright poured out silently. A veteran with a broken leg held a shield against the bone-splitting tiger. A twelve-year-old orphan slid a shovel on the ground and stabbed his abdomen. Chen Zheng pressed his palm on the tiger's forehead. The dark strength penetrated the bones and shattered the base of the skull. "C-camp, everyone is here." He cut open animal bones for three years and found Chinese martial arts in the bones. The pores are closed and Qi and blood become ganglion. "Your Gang Qi will be exhausted by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth; my Gang Qi grows from the bones." From the corpse collection team to the head teacher of the Zhengwu School, three thousand young men without spiritual roots are standing still, their blood is soaring into the sky. When the court said that he was evil, and when swords were flying on the Immortal Sword Island and hanging over the city, Chen Zheng only said: "Ten thousand years ago, the human race had no spiritual roots. Someone set up a heaven-sealing lock and cut off the physical path. Now that the lock is broken, I will walk this road again for the human race." The test stone doesn't light up? Then let the world see who is the orthodox one.