The scorching sun was high in the sky, and the streets were full of people.
The wind was blocked by the distant city walls, making one feel incomparably hot.Duan Mujie, who was penniless and alone, was even more depressed by the weather.
He didn't know how to vent his frustrations.In a short period of time, they saw a recruitment notice posted on the outside of a drug store.
They would hire someone who managed the herbs to clean up the warehouse.
They would be fine as long as they were healthy enough to carry around a hundred kilograms of stuff.
However, they would have to discuss about the commission.After some consideration, Duan Mujie walked towards the medicinal shop."May I ask what medicinal herbs you need?
The little shop has just entered a batch of Dragonbone Fragrance.
It nourishes the Yin and Yang.
It's suitable to send friends and family over." As soon as Duan Mujie entered the shop, an old man spoke up.
However, he continued to fiddle with the medicinal herbs in his hands.
He didn't even glance up at Duan Mujie."I...
I'm here to apply.
Can I ask if you need more people?" Duan Mujie stammered.The old man in the counter raised his head and looked at Duan Mujie.
After examining him a few times, he was surprised.
Duan Mujie was dressed brightly, and he even wore a sword.
No matter how he looked at it, he didn't look like someone who had fallen into a daze.Perhaps it was the young master who left the house in a fit of anger!The old man thought about it and then refused Duan Mujie.
"Young master, we're full here.
I was just about to reveal that announcement.
I'm sorry!"The old man's words were very clear.
Duan Mujie sighed and walked out.
This was the third time he had entered someone else's shop to find a job.But he wasn't very sad, because it would take a year to earn thirty taels of silver in these small shops.But he didn't know why he didn't want him anywhere...As they walked in a daze, they stopped thinking about the recruitment notice on the street.
When they reached an intersection, they suddenly found that many people were running in the same direction.
And they looked excited.
Something big must have happened.Duan Mujie couldn't help but pull a man who was running away.
"Big brother, what are the people in front of you running for?"The seemingly ordinary man struggled free from Duan Mujie's grasp with some unknown force, "The Palace of Pingyang has set up a battle stage and beckoned for his personal guards!
Just once every five years!
What an interesting sight!
Let's go!"After saying that, a gust of wind blew towards the crowd in front of them.Duan Mujie pondered for a moment, and then immediately ran towards the crowd.
"Is there a battle stage in the Pingyang Palace?"On the Tiger Leopard Stage, which was over ten zhang in circumference, stood a steward of the Palace of Pingyang and a dozen strong men with strong backs.The housekeeper walked to the side of the stage with one hand behind his back.
In addition, he extended his hand to signal the thousands of viewers or candidates below the stage not to make any noise.Some people said that they were very sensible as well.
If they wanted to apply, they had to give the housekeeper a good impression, and those who wanted to watch a good show understood this principle even more.
It wasn't the first time.The Steward cleared his throat.
Then, he opened his mouth and said in a loud voice, "Everyone!
This time, the recruitment process is the same as before.
Either you will defeat thirty people in a row, or you will defeat the twelve bodyguards behind me!
Only five people will be selected.
It all depends on your strength!"After that, the housekeeper gulped and walked to the left of the stage, saying, "This is the place where you can challenge thirty people!
You can only fight one on one.
Our people will record it down for you all.
" Just as he finished speaking, several green-clothed servants rushed onto the stage, holding pens and paper in their hands.The steward pointed at the twelve guards on the other side and said loudly to the audience, "These are the twelve guards, one on one, or one on twelve.
You all know the treatment of the Palace of Pingyang!
Just like that!
From now on, until the sun sets!"At this moment, his voice had become hoarse, and talking to thousands of people was a very laborious matter.The commotion under the stage instantly returned.
Most people came to watch the show, only more than a thousand people were interested in participating in this competition.After some noise, someone finally went up the stage.
It was a tall man with a red scar on his face.
It looked terrifying.
He chose to fight with the contestants.The scarred man looked at the people below the stage, his eyes filled with pride and provocation.
He didn't speak, but his gaze had already revealed everything.Just as everyone was discussing, a thin man flew onto the stage and fought with the scarred man without saying a word.In the end, the thin man was quickly defeated.
The scarred man kicked him off the tiger leopard platform.Soon after, people went up on stage to challenge the scarred man, but none of them dared to challenge the twelve bodyguards who were standing to one side.It wasn't because of anything else but the twelve extremely dangerous existences.Just as the contestant's one-on-one part was still going on, the scarred man was about to fall in his twenty-eight competitor's hands when a bright gray shadow floated on the tiger leopard platform and floated in front of the twelve great guards.Many people were surprised.
The grey-robed man looked like a child at a young age.
He actually gave up on one of the two contestants who were about to end their one-on-one challenge.
The twelve great bodyguards were all unsurpassed existences in the eyes of all the challengers.Once upon a time, there was a young man who everyone was optimistic about challenging the twelve bodyguards to the third place, who was beaten down by a staff.Although the participants were still brutal in a one on one fight, and the chances of winning were even lower, most people went up with the mentality of "going to thirty SB".Everyone's gazes shifted to Duan Mujie, who was challenging the twelve great guards.
However, Duan Mujie didn't notice what they were thinking.
The twelve great guards in front of him couldn't give him too much pressure.
He was confident that he could defeat these twelve experts."Brat, go down.
This isn't a place for you to stand." A man with several scars on his face stood up from his chair and said to Duan Mujie.
He didn't think too much of this young man.Duan Mujie looked at the scarred man and smiled.
"No, you're wrong.
I'll challenge you first.
Please make your move!"After saying that, he unsheathed his longsword.
The body of the longsword was like a silver dragon, rubbing against the air with the sound of silver lings shaking.Duan Mujie slashed the sword in the air twice, and his eyes shot out like lightning.
He looked straight at the scarred man.The scar-faced man looked as if he admired Duan Mujie.
He nodded slightly, then pulled out his weapon from behind.
It was a normal looking lightning blade.
The lightning blade was like snow, emitting a chilling aura.
When the scar-faced man waved it, lightning flashed.
It was extremely powerful.The scar-faced man said, "I have the lowest cultivation amongst the twelve guards.
My name is Blackfish.
Little brat, report your name.

I want you to know what is heaven and earth!"With that said, the scar-faced man swung the lightning knife towards Duan Mujie.
Duan Mujie didn't retreat or dodge.
Instead, he gently swung the sword in his hand upwards.
"Bang!" A person's metal eardrums exploded, and the scar-faced man also sensed the tremendous force coming from Duan Mujie's hand.He was almost pushed back.The scar-faced man no longer dared to underestimate this seemingly young swordsman.
He immediately used eighty percent of his strength to swing the lightning knife in his hand towards Duan Mujie.
His left hand turned into a fist and struck Duan Mujie's head.The scar-faced man's attack was ferocious.
If Duan Mujie used his sword to block it again, he wouldn't be able to stop the scar-faced man's lightning saber.
If he used both hands to block the saber, he wouldn't be able to protect himself from the scar-faced man's fist.
If he retreated, all the initiative would fall into the scar-faced man's hands.
Everyone thought that Duan Mujie's defeat was just a matter of time..As for the audience, they weren't so worried about Duan Mujie.
His only thought was that the scar-faced man had already lost.
The scar-faced man attacked with both hands.
His upper body must have used too much force, and he didn't even have the desire to defend himself.
If his lower body wasn't stable, then it would be his death acupoint.However, the scar-faced man's attacks couldn't be underestimated or ignored.
He didn't have much time to think.
Duan Mujie didn't retreat, instead, he used his right hand to block the incoming lightning saber.
His left hand transformed into an eagle claw that covered the scar-faced man's fist, and his right foot swept towards the scar-faced man's lower body.Bang!
Another loud explosion rang out, and the two of them immediately separated.
The scar-faced man fell to the ground in pain, gritting his teeth.
Duan Mujie, on the other hand, was pushed back several steps by the scar-faced man's attack.
However, he stood still, and his expression remained calm.
The scar-faced man screamed in pain on the ground.The scar-faced man's left leg had already been broken, and he was unable to continue fighting.
This match was very short and only lasted a few breaths of time.
The two of them had merely used several powerful moves, but the result was that Duanmu Jie, who had caused everyone to be stunned, had won!"How could this be?!
What happened to Twelve?!" Old Nine stood up with a swish, his face filled with anger and incomprehension.At this moment, the left bearded Boss, who had already turned white, said solemnly, "Sit down!
He's here to challenge, and he didn't use any disgraceful methods.
He can only blame Twelve for being inferior to others.
I hope it's not your turn to compete with this brat.
" As he spoke, he looked at the 11 brothers on the right, and the words in his words were already very clear.Someone had already rushed up and lifted the scarred man off the stage.
Duan Mujie stared at the eleven powerful experts below the platform with thousands of pairs of eyes, and he stood tall and proud.On the other side, the contestants' one-on-one fight had become meaningless, and they were eclipsed by the fight here.
They also stopped and watched the fierce battle that was about to happen.Old Eleven leapt out of his chair and stood face to face with Duan Mujie.
His hair was slightly purple, and the corners of his eyes were flying back in an arrogant and unruly manner.
He was half a head taller than Duan Mujie, and he could already look down on Duan Mujie with such close proximity.He wanted to give Duan Mujie a kind of pressure.Old Eleven said to Duan Mujie in a thunderous voice, "My name is Wangfeng.
It's the last name you've heard on this stage."Wangfeng appeared to be in his early thirties, displaying the charm and charm of a man.
He was using a black iron rod that was as thick as an egg.
It was exactly as tall as Wangfeng's chin, and Duan Mujie could even look at the top of the iron rod."My name is Duan Mujie.
I'm sure we'll be colleagues in the future.
I hope that we can get along well with each other." Duan Mujie responded to Wangfeng's arrogance in a low-profile manner.Wangfeng sneered.
"Hmph hmph, if that's the case, I will treat you well!"As soon as he finished speaking, Wangfeng slapped the black iron rod with his right hand.
The iron rod slammed into Duan Mujie with the momentum of a mountain collapsing.It was impossible for Mujie to draw his sword in such a short period of time.
Instead, he used his claws to grab the black iron rod.
He knew that Wangfeng couldn't wait for him to grab the iron rod.
He stretched out his hand and was already backing away.When Wangfeng saw that Duan Mujie was about to retreat, he immediately grabbed the iron rod and swung it at Duan Mujie's waist.
The black iron rod whistled in the air, and the sound was enough to tell that Wangfeng had used a considerable amount of strength in the beginning.Duan Mujie couldn't use his speed to get out of the iron rod's attack range.
He had no choice but to turn the sword hilt in his right hand and slash it at the iron rod.The black iron rod was a weapon that wasn't afraid of sharpness at all.
The words 'quick' and 'ferocious' were the only thing that mattered when it came out.Ding!
Another short and powerful sound of collision burst out, and the black iron rod was quickly bounced away.Duan Mujie used four or two twists and turns of a thousand kilograms.
Otherwise, his wrist wouldn't have been able to clash with Wangfeng's arm.Wangfeng was slightly astonished by Duan Mujie's uniqueness.
It wasn't easy to determine his vital points and make a judgement in such a short period of time.Wangfeng still wanted to swing the black iron rod, but he felt a chill on his neck.
Then, he heard Duan Mujie's cold voice, "You lost."Whoosh!?An exclamation echoed from below the stage.
Almost everyone couldn't see clearly how Duan Mujie's sword had been placed on Wangfeng's neck.Wangfeng didn't see it clearly, but the truth was that he had lost completely.Wangfeng coldly snorted and withdrew the black iron rod that was about to return to Duanmu Jie's body.
He turned around and walked off the platform.In truth, the rankings of the twelve guards were not based on the rank of martial arts, but on age.
Wangfeng's martial arts ranking was in the top three among the twelve guards.
Only the eldest brother Liunan and second brother Dongfang Zhe could surpass him.As such, the eleventh brother, Wangfeng, lost inexplicably.
From the tenth to the third brother, he only competed with Duan Mujie a few times and then left in a carefree manner.Laoer Erdongfangzhe's entire body was hidden in his wide clothing.
He also wore a black mask on his head.
He was the most mysterious of the twelve guards.Dong Fangzhe simply nodded at Duan Mujie, and a short, azure sword slid out from his right sleeve.
Without the slightest pause, the short sword transformed into countless phantoms that attacked Duan Mujie.This was a battle against Duan Mujie's speed.
Duan Mujie didn't panic at all.
He used all of his strength to brandish his longsword.
The longsword and shortsword continuously clashed in the air, emitting cracking sounds.
Dong Fangzhe was surprised.
How did this young man end up parrying Duan Mujie's attack every time?
Why did his speed follow his speed at a moderate pace?Dong Fangzhe only felt himself being entangled by a kind of brown sugar.
Then, between the two sword lights, he suddenly saw the corner of Duan Mujie's dangerous mouth.Dong Fangzhe secretly cursed in his heart.
He didn't know what sort of trap this brat had up his sleeves, but just as he was about to speed up his attack, Duan Mujie suddenly disappeared from his sight.Dong Fangzhe stopped and discovered that the ground was covered in fragments of his clothes.
His sleeves had been shattered by Duan Mujie's rapid attack, and his slender white arm was exposed to the air."You've lost.
Big sister..." Duan Mujie smiled, and his tone was no longer as cold as before.