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In the recent days, a sect had risen up in the martial arts world. The name of this sect was truly something else. It was a sect of heresy, and its beauty depended on its name.

This was a sect with very little knowledge, but once it was mentioned, it would turn into a heathen sect with a face full of food because it had no rules. Sometimes, when one was in a good mood, it was common to rob the rich or help the poor, but if one day you met them in a bad mood, then it would be really bad luck.

This was why people in this sect loved and hated them.

Bu Yuntian happened to be among them.

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The pillars carved with the Qilin and the phoenix stood upright on the ground. They were about half a meter in diameter and there were a total of twenty of them. They were arranged in a disorderly manner in front of the palace.

Bu Yuntian was following behind a servant. He led the way in and let him take a look at the pagan style. Overall, it was still rather satisfactory.

Asking him why he had appeared in a foreign sect and was even considered to be a member of one, this all started from half a month ago.

Because of the Jiang incident, Bu Yuntian finally understood a bit about how cold and warm people were. He would stick to people he knew a little bit and be an sworn friend.

He left Jinzhou City and arrived at Upper Luo County.

"Don't miss the chance to pass by. Stop and take a look at this unique absolute art. Today you will be performing and then leave. Don't be wrong!" The gong was seen a few times, and everyone on the street caught their attention. They all looked in that direction.

Next, a young man in a suit took a gong and knocked on it in front of the crowd. He then put down the gong. He picked up a rifle from a pile of equipment and played with it a few times. He felt the weight and held it in his hand.

Opposite him was an older young man, who looked to be his brother. He also picked up a weapon at the place where the equipment was kept. The commoners didn't know what it was.

Then, the spear-wielding youth roared and attacked.

The eyes of the commoners lit up. Wasn't this supposed to be a show of martial arts? They all became interested in this. They stopped what they were doing and looked at it with interest. Sometimes, when it was exciting, they would also shout along with their large bodies.

Bu Yuntian originally didn't want to stay there any longer, but seeing the young man in the middle competing with a spear in his hand, he walked up to watch.

The two people in the arena were sweating profusely. Although the sun was high in the sky, the cheers from the audience made them even more passionate. The posture of his hands became even more vigorous as he changed the style of his moves to welcome the cheers of the audience.

Bu Yuntian was also watching from the side and couldn't help but praise him. Although the two young men in the arena did not have any inner strength, Bu Yuntian had never seen any of their moves before. Although he had once taken them as his masters, he had only taught them a few of their moves.

The crowd erupted in thunderous applause. The two youths had already stopped. The younger one took out the gong from earlier and turned it around. While wiping the sweat on his forehead, he smiled and walked in front of everyone.

The commoners praised him as they took out the money from their pockets and placed it on the gong, saying with unsatisfied expressions, "Good fight, young man."

The young man just smiled and nodded, not giving him an answer.

After the gong had been filled with broken silver or copper coins, the young man put them away and thanked them loudly.

"Again, again." Someone shouted, a note of excitement in his voice.