Cao Xuanjia.

Zhang Yao chewed carefully, and at first he felt that the name was strangely poetic, and then he pondered it, and it was just like that.

He grinned, laughed, and lost a sentence, I remember.

Then, a group of young people left the neighborhood.

Because the storm came unexpectedly, every household either closed their windows or closed their doors, and in the blink of an eye, a small road leading to the outside of the village was empty.

The stout man, whose real name was Cao Xuanjia, raised his head, looked at the boundless black storm on the top of the starry sky, and muttered to himself, "This is the transcendent means of the Great Sage Realm. ”

The world's rivers and lakes, the four realms of martial arts.

Start with Vajra, then the dragon elephant, then the supreme, and finally reach the saint.

In fact, every time a realm is broken, it is an accumulation of decades of time, and it is even more rare to go to the realm of a saint.

But, in reality, saints are only widely appelled.

After the transcendent enters the sainthood, he can only be regarded as touching the threshold, similar to Ning Chen's current realm, strictly speaking, he can only be regarded as a half-saint, touching the side door, but it is difficult to comprehend the core.

After the demi-saint, it is for the sub-saint.

Above the sub-sage, there is a more pinnacle existence, which is equivalent to the divine dragon seeing the head and not seeing the tail, this is the so-called great sage.

In the north of the hall, in the territory of thousands of miles, the saints of the four directions sitting on the bright side, except for the Tuoba Divine General who died in battle, the remaining three people, the strongest is the sub-saint level.

And, outside the sheep village.

There was actually a great sage powerhouse at the peak of perfection.

The old man who shook the small flower drum and walked with a small step, as Cao Xuanjia depicted, made waves in a flash, it was like picking up things in his bag, and he came easily.

The next moment, the old man spread out his five fingers.

Seemingly careless, flicking his fingers slightly.

The viscous black storm that rolled up overhead fell apart in an instant, like peeling off old bark, layer by layer, at a speed visible to the naked eye, gradually disappearing.

Collapse with a snap of a finger.

"The sky is dead, and the empress should stand."

"Back then, the eight royal families, slaughtered the great enmity of my Li family, and it was time to pay for the blood debt, the old servant Li beware, and was willing to support the young daughter of the Li family with his own strength and ascend the throne as the emperor."

The old man, who called himself Li Beware, muttered to himself.

A pair of cloudy eyes, which seem to be full of the vicissitudes of time, looking at the green grasslands in the north, thinking in my heart, the eight kings killed so many people back then, how could they all be able to spend their old age peacefully?

Excuse me, isn't this heaven too unfair?

If it's not fair, what's the difference between it and dying?

In the sheep village, a middle-aged man whose real name is Cao Xuanjia stands in the center of the street with his hands flat.

In the past, the man who seemed to be immodest and stunned had an introverted breath in an instant, and his back was synchronously straight, like a sharp bow ready to go.

Zhang Yao, who said goodbye to Cao Xuanjia before.

After returning to the blacksmith shop at home, the more he pondered, the more curious he became, and he turned his head to look at his father, who had worked hard all his life, "Dad, do I want to ask you something?" ”

"What's the matter?"

"That Cao Xuanqing said that his real name is Cao Xuanjia, and he ...... Where did it come from? ”

A father and a son, the dialogue between the two sides ends in an instant.

Zhang Yao's father slowly stood up straight, as if remembering some old past, and was silent for a long time, he said, "Son, have you heard of Yasheng?" ”

"Yasheng?" Zhang Yao frowned and shook his head, he is a countryman, where do you know these terms on the rivers and lakes.

But even so, looking at his father's solemn expression, Zhang Yao's brows were deep and he felt a little dazed.

"In the future, you will know who Cao Xuanjia is."

The blacksmith didn't seem to have any interest in continuing to argue with his son, so he picked up a towel, wiped the dust between his fingers, and along the eaves, he just saw the black storm above the void, gradually converging.

Cao Xuanjia waited for a long time.

The old man in shabby clothes, with staggering steps, finally arrived at the sheep village.

The two looked at each other and cried with joy.

At this time, because of the sudden appearance of the old man and Cao Xuanjia, who was very different from the previous image, the residents of the entire sheep village were confused and full of surprise.

After Zhang Yao said goodbye to his father, he planned to go to the village to cut a few taels of meat and treat himself at night.

With his hands in his cuffs, he walked outside the door and found that many people in the sheep village were rushing out, and he was curious for a moment and followed.

After he arrived at the scene, he found that Cao Xuanjia, who was stunned, was looking at an old man in pairs, and couldn't help but laugh, so he said, "Cao Xuanjia, what are you doing here?" Relatives at home? ”

Cao Xuanjia scratched his head and did not reply to Zhang Yao, but asked Xiang Li to be careful, and said in a respectful tone, "Master, when are you leaving?" ”

"We'll go to Beichuan to pick her up now."

Li Careful patted Cao Xuanjia on the shoulder and comforted, "After so many years of silence, it's your turn to show your strength." ”

"Hey, hey."

Cao Xuanjia put down his right hand, propped his five fingers, and the house next to him, where he had lived for many years, suddenly exploded with a sharp buzz.

A pale gold spear that has been sealed for an unknown number of years.

Born out of nowhere.

God of War Spear!

"This ......"

Zhang Yao was stunned, and the surrounding neighbors also froze.

For a while, no one dared to speak more.

After a long time, Cao Xuanjia turned around, looked at the neighbors, clenched his fists heavily, and then only dropped two words and said goodbye.

"This ...... Could it be that he is really a big shot? ”

Just like when Shen Jianjun hung up his knife and went out of the mountain, this middle-aged man, holding a gun in one hand, followed behind the old man, and gradually walked out of Yang Village.

Towering back, peerless war spear.

It seems that after a quick glance, there is really a charm of the god of war coming out of the mountain.

Zhang Yao and a group of neighbors living in the surrounding area looked at each other.

Today, Zhang Yao would never have thought that after joining the army, in the years of military career, what he heard the most in his ears was the legendary story of two people.

Killing the god in vain.

Cao Xuanjia, the god of war.

And the world-famous figure who has always been known as the first general, the golden knife has been fighting horses for decades, and he has encountered countless opponents on the battlefield, but there is only one who can really make him Bai Qi a lifelong enemy.

His surname is Cao, and his name is Xuanjia.

The two sides killed each other dozens of times, and classic battles emerged one after another, and in the end, it was also in the last Dingding battle, Bai Qi successfully stomped off Cao Xuanjia, who was sitting on hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses at that time.

And this journey......

In fact, the old man surnamed Li, who showed up in person and took Cao Xuanjia away, has accepted two apprentices in his life, no more, no less, both of them are brave talents that are hard to find in the world.

Except for Cao Xuanjia.

There was also an apprentice who had been a blacksmith for many years.

The surname is Zhang, and the name is Xuanwu.

However, this time when he went to Beichuan to pick up Li Panruo, he didn't need to mobilize the people, a great sage with peak perfection, plus a sub-sage, could almost push a city horizontally.

(End of chapter)