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Deep in the night, Ye Zheng fell into a deep nightmare. He dreamed that he was alone, inside a temple of a building, surrounded by the smell of decay and darkness.

The walls were rough rock.

Strangely, there was no entrance to this building.

Ye Zheng had a strong feeling that he was not the only one in this building.

In his life, Ye Zheng always had a fearless expression.

But in the dream, he felt a bone deep fear.

Ye Zheng changed his fighting stance, wanting to scare off the fear in his heart.

Unknowingly when a person wearing a black robe with a hat appeared on the other side of the shrine. His face should have been covered by a layer of darkness and could not be seen clearly.

"Who?"

Ye Zheng shouted.

"Welcome to the Sevenstar."

The other party's voice was hoarse and dry, making it impossible to distinguish a man from a woman.

Suddenly, Ye Zheng discovered that on the black marble floor of the shrine, a huge, white "Seven-pointed Star" had appeared.

The pattern, where he was standing, was at the apex of one of the corners.

As for the black robed man in front of him, he was standing at the peak of a corner opposite him.

"What is this place?"

Ye Zheng asked.

At this time, Ye Zheng noticed that other than the weird person in front of him, there were other people standing in the corner. Including him, there were a total of seven people!

The temperature around the temple seemed to drop by several degrees.

"You finally came."

Not far away from Ye Zheng, a woman wearing a qipao giggled. Impressively, it was a symbol of the "Water Elemental".

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Represents "Wind Element"

With a dignified expression on his face, the Thousand Tang Dragon crossed his arms haughtily in front of his chest as he stood at the apex of another corner.

Aside from the two of them, the rest of the people's faces were blurry.

"You represent the human soul?"

Ye Zheng turned his head to look at the robed man, and asked loudly. "You are the Seven Stars' highest leader?"

"You, Dark Light?"

The cloaked man's laughter was like a night owl's, Ye Zheng's entire body was ice-cold, his eardrums felt like they were being pricked by needles.

"Shut up, I'm not going to serve you!"

Ye Zheng scolded.

"You are someone chosen by fate... Undisputed... "I can't resist …"

The cloaked man's voice was distant and hollow.

"Incomprehensible bastard."

Ye Zheng was about to go hysterical: "Select me? Did you ask my opinion? "

"Recall yourself …"

The man in the cloak said, "Carefully recall …"

Ye Zheng tried his best to recall … Dig from the depths of your memory... His previous life was like a movie that flashed by in front of his eyes. Did he miss some crucial information?

The soil of his memory loosened for a moment, then loosened again, as if some monster was trying to come out from the depths of the earth … Ye Zheng smelled the rotten soil and he had a strong feeling that he would soon be able to unearth something from his lost memories … " You actually don't remember anything! "

The cloaked person's voice suddenly increased in volume, and it was sharp and ear-piercing, like the wails of a hundred ghosts or the cries of an owl!

Immediately after, he flew into the air, his black robes fluttering, he pounced towards Ye Zheng.

"Ye Zheng let out a mournful howl, waving his fist to counter..." "Bam!"

Ye Zheng felt like a glass ornament had fallen on a rock and shattered into thousands of pieces … In the inn's guest room, Ye Zheng suddenly sat up, he gasped for breath, his heart almost jumping out of his throat, his entire body drenched in cold sweat.

The nightmarish scenes were so clear, so terrifying.

He turned on the lamp. It was three in the morning: the darkest hour of the day.

Ye Zheng leaned on the headboard, carefully reflecting on the scene in his dreams.

He had a feeling that this nightmare was a reminder of something.

"Seven-pointed Star!"

The leader of the group said he was "chosen by fate."

What was so special about him?

He was indeed 'Scarlet Flames'.

The warrior kings of the special forces had outstanding combat skills, as well as an outstanding Fighting Techniques.

However, there was always a person above a person, and there was always a mountain beyond a mountain. The Seven-pointed Star.

Since there were experts like Dragon One of the Thousand Temples and Man Shu, how many of them were there?

He was probably unfathomably deep as well. In their eyes, what was so special about him?

After thinking for a long time, the answer was no.

Ye Zheng stared blankly out of the window, waiting for daybreak.

Around five in the morning, the first rays of light appeared in the sky, revealing the white skin of a fish belly.

Ye Zheng jumped off the bed, dragged the tea table and chair to the corner of the room, and opened up a large space in the middle of the room. His upper body was bare, and only wore a pair of white shorts.

Two hundred single-handed push-ups in each hand.

He crouched a hundred times while carrying the sofa.

After that, the abdomen was rolled up with a heavy weight.

Ye Zheng had a set of training methods for unarmed forces. He did not need to borrow fitness equipment, nor did he need a large field to complete his aerobic training and strength training.

After some physical training, Ye Zheng rested for a while and then started to attack in the air.

It wasn't that he was blindly randomly attacking, but he was imagining all kinds of opponents in his mind. He imagined their movements and moves, and then he would give a "reply" to those who were hit in the air.

Ye Zheng had always thought that for improving fighting skills, reasonable air training was more effective than hitting heavy sandbags.

He thought of Dragon One, the one who wielded the daggers in his hands. It could cut through the air like a sharp blade.

Was this the so-called 'Qi'?

Decades ago, "Qi Master".

and "the martial arts master."

He was like a carp crossing the river, countless of them. Now, he had become a 'swindler'.

on behalf of.

However, Ye Zheng understood: "Qi."

This kind of thing existed in the human body. In ancient times, in the world, there were different names and interpretations.

If it could be used in combat, it would produce disruptive results.

The opponent of Dragon One, was infuriated.

The usage of this technique could be considered a type of breakthrough.

However, if he could get to the next level, he could nimbly and skillfully use the qi in his body.

When combined with martial techniques and moves, what kind of power would be produced?

Suddenly, Ye Zheng discovered that in front of him, there was a whole new world and realm of martial arts!

He tried to grasp it, but he couldn't think of anything, so he let it slip through his fingers.

Calm... Relax... Ye Zheng's movements became smoother and smoother. As he made his move, he also adjusted his breathing.

Finally, he felt a warm current brewing in his body, as if his limbs and bones were bathed in warm sunlight.

How did Dragon One do it?

Ye Zheng closed his eyes. He felt as if he was standing in a field of "nothingness".

There was no sense of direction.

After combining his fists and legs, he swung out a palm strike diagonally.

His palm was one meter away from the window. "Sou!"

With a sound, the heavy purple velvet curtain seemed to have been cut by a sharp blade and the bottom half of it fell to the ground.