at the same time.

Foshan.

In a deserted village that was already deserted, there were worn sandbags everywhere, car tires, and fists and footprints on the trees around them.

A weed is piled up in a courtyard that is more than one meter deep.

'call out--'

'call out--'

There are constant terrifying sounds of breaking through the air.

A young man wearing shabby clothes, with different legs and limping on his way was extremely fast, moving around the yard like a top.

His speed is almost at a level that ordinary people cannot see with their naked eyes!

With one punch and one kick, the weeds around him kept falling down, as if they had been cut by a sickle.

"Swish swish swish swish--"

His fists and feet were getting faster and faster, as if he was venting.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Finally, he stopped, knelt on the ground and roared to the sky:

"I still can't practice, I still can't practice!"

"I'm stuck in the bottleneck and it seems that I can never break through my shackles."

The young man sat down, a fierce look flashing in his eyes: "Since the master's death, no one has ever fought with me again. Trash is all garbage, no one can walk through a move under my hands. I am so lonely..."

He stood up and finally remembered someone.

I have a senior brother!

In the world, is he the only one who can compete with himself? It not only determines the outcome, but also determines life and death!

The expression on the young man's face became more and more ferocious. He was a martial arts fanatic and had mastered the skills of various major sects since he was a child, but since his master died, he had no opponents anymore. No one can understand what real loneliness means...

He understands.

Fortunately, Zhou Xianfu also understood...

At this time, the radio sound of a loudspeaker came from outside.

"Good news, good news. The final strong competition has begun. The world's strong people gather, including immortal cultivators, cultivators, national martial arts masters, and martial arts powerhouses. This is a place where elites around the world gather. This is a place where there is no limit and no rules to fight. If you are strong enough, please do not miss the opportunity to come here to make a name for yourself and become a global hero. If you are in a bottleneck period, come here to fight. The winner will receive a reward of 100 billion US dollars, equivalent to more than 680 billion Chinese coins, equivalent to one million taels of silver, equivalent to eight hundred thousand taels of gold, equivalent to three million oceans... If you get it, you can be rich enough to compete with a country."

"The last strong man has started to sign up..."

"The strongest in the world..."

The sound gradually faded away.

The young man suddenly widened his eyes: "What? A cultivator? A cultivator?"

With a 'swish--' sound, he rushed up to the wall and looked into the distance.

On the mountain road, a loudspeaker was hung on the roof of a Wuling Hongguang car, and rushed past this deserted village and went further away.

He wanted to catch up with the van, but the van had already gone away, at least at least eighty miles. He could not catch up.

"What's the meaning?"

The young man narrowed his eyes, and a hint of hope for a new life burst out in his pupils: "The last strong man? A master of the world? There are immortal cultivators? There are national martial arts masters? Hiss - there are actually immortal cultivators in the world? A cultivator? Then what am I?"

"Ha ha!"

"Hahaha!"

"Hahahahaha!"

Amid the crazy laughter, the young man jumped off the wall, and while moving a few people, his figure disappeared into the deserted village...

Half an hour later, he appeared again, and it was already the downtown area of ​​Foshan.

When he entered the downtown area, he finally knew what it meant. There were advertisements everywhere on the streets and people were talking about it everywhere.

"So there is a rich man who offers a reward of 100 billion yuan to find martial arts masters and masters of national martial arts from all over the world?"

The young man clenched his fists excitedly: "Resuasion Island? Cross the sea? Those who stayed are real strong people."

He doesn't care about one hundred billion. He doesn't care about that equivalent to one million taels of silver and three million silver dollars...

He just wants to be beaten to death by a master or to be beaten to death!

At this time, two high school students who had just finished school were talking excitedly.

"Have you heard that? The Resus Group has built a wave of large helicopters, villagers, and they use everything they can. They go to all the primitive jungles and deep mountains and forests in our country to promote advertisements."

"This time, I really want to discover a super peerless master."

"Do you believe there is really a master of national martial arts?"

"I don't believe it, do you believe it?"

"I don't believe it either. I don't know what this Restoration Group thinks. Why are they so naive and spend so much money and have to stay persistent in finding masters? Where did the masters come from in the world? Why didn't they stand up during the War of Resistance Against Japan?"

"Why didn't you stand up? Have you never seen the anti-Japanese hero? They came out to tear the Japanese into their hands."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The two walked past the young man with a joke.

The young man stretched out his hand: "Two guys stay."

The flat-headed student looked at him impatiently: "Beggar, what are you doing?"

The young man was not angry and asked, "How to register? How to register for this last strong man?"

"Hahaha, you are a beggar, do you still need to register?"

"How did you sign up? Teach me?"

"I don't know this? I'm going to register online, do you need to teach me?"

"net?"

A hint of embarrassment flashed in the young man's eyes: "How to register online?"

The student was completely impatient: "What are you doing? What are you pulling me? Let go of your dirty hands, I just washed my school uniform yesterday."

A fierce look flashed in the young man's eyes: "How to register!!!"

The student was startled by his eyes and said tremblingly: "Just, just register online. You log in to the website 'The Last Strong' and click Com, and then fill in your personal information to register..."

"take me!"

"I..."

Ten minutes later, the student led him to an Internet cafe in horror.

After turning on a computer, the student skillfully opened the website: "Now, fill in your name, ID number..."

The young man looked at the words on the computer screen in embarrassment and rubbed his hands: "I don't have an ID card."

"What?"

The two students looked at each other: "Is there anyone with an ID card in the world?"

At this time, the flat-headed student suddenly looked at his classmates and whispered in shock: "Two days ago, Fusuo Group gave a new channel, saying that he could register by taking a photo and filling in his name. There are many rumors on the Internet that no truly awesome person does not have an ID card. Do you think he is such a master?"

"What are you thinking about...just this beggar?"

The two of them talked for a while, raised their heads and said, "Hey, I'll take a photo for you. You can register without an ID card."

"Oh, OK, OK..."

The young man sat upright nervously, looked at the mobile phone camera in the student's hand, pursed his lips, then smiled again, and then felt that it was inappropriate and serious again...

"Oh, don't move around. It's all spent."

"Oh, OK."

As he said that, he held his breath and sat upright.

With a 'click', a photo was left.

After the student helped him upload the photos, he smiled and said, "Look at your photos, it looks like you are entering the police station..."

They knew that the young man had no malice and just wanted to sign up and spoke a little more.

"I, my first time taking a photo."

‘Smack--’

After typing some information on the keyboard, the student asked: "Age."

“Thirty-four…”

"Ah, male gender?"

"male."
To be continued...