Chapter 3466

For a moment, the crowd was in an uproar.

Many devout believers of the God of boxing pulled out their fists and glared at it.

Others were frightened by the arrogance of the mechanical and steam believers in front of the statue of the God of boxing in broad daylight.

Not far away, a group of tiger backed, eyes like brass bells, temple high drum guards pushed away the crowd, toward the heretic rushed.

This guy turned a blind eye, still involuntarily shouting heretical slogans, constantly throwing straw paper.

Grass paper, like snowflakes, is falling.

Most devout believers are as afraid of snakes and scorpions as poisonous grass paper.

But there are also a very small number of people who are hard to resist the temptation of curiosity. They secretly grasp the grass paper, look at it, then quickly throw it aside, and then step on their feet as if nothing had happened to prove their innocence.

Gus swallowed his saliva and grabbed one.

The straw paper is very rough, with a few simple words written on it, which means "the old God is dead, and the new God should be established".

But there is also a so-called "steam cult" printed on the bottom, which is a huge steam engine, driving eight mechanical arms, like a steel troll.

This design is quite exquisite, the lines are very fine, crisscross, even in the rough grass paper, the ink does not halo.

Gus looked at it as like as two peas.

Fold two pieces of papyrus together with your toes. The two patterns are exactly the same, and each line can match.

This shows that the pattern is not drawn.

It's printed directly on a printing press.

In his father's notes, Gus saw something similar to a printing press, a large machine with precise structure.

The heretic actually had the strength to hide a printing press in Qianyuan City, which made Gus feel awe inspiring.

At this time, the guards have been swarming on, will distribute leaflets of the guy hard under pressure.

Like a few bears, crushing a sheep almost didn't kill this guy.

But this guy really has a kind of immortal spirit. Under the crush of hundreds of pounds of muscle bumps, he still screams.

It's just a sharp and thin cry, completely meaningless. It's like a person who has his tongue cut off, sending out the most vicious curse to heaven.

Gus and grey look at each other.

Look at the sky again.

It's day.

But the crack in the sky, which can be seen in Chijin Town, has become more and more obvious, like a huge smiling mouth laughing at the powerlessness of the God of boxing.

"The world is about to collapse."

For no reason, Gus thought of LV Qingchen's words again.

I don't know if the world is collapsing, but the activities of the believers in mechanics and steam religion are really getting more and more rampant, and the control of the temple of boxing is really getting weaker and weaker.

Gus and grey watch the flier dragged away by the guards.

On the ground left a winding and strong bloodstain.

There are guards coming up to check everyone's identification.

Because they seldom use machines and don't like to use tools, the ID card of Kungfu world is very rough. It's nothing more than bamboo pieces engraved with names and hometown.

Gus and grey have stolen the identification of passers-by and forged it.

What's more troublesome is their appearance. In an extraordinary period, a pair of brothers and sisters will surely attract attention when they come to Qianyuan city.

On this point, LV Qingchen also disguised them, only blowing a breath on their faces, they became completely different. They were two swarthy mountain people, and Gus was much older than grey, quite different from his true face.

The guards' attention was focused on the guy who distributed the leaflets just now. It was just a routine for the onlookers to see if they had hidden the leaflets.

Gus and grey each carry a big basket, which is full of mountain goods, but they put LV Qingchen's steam ball and his father's precious notes in the stomach of pheasant and wild duck.

The guard checked at will and waved to let it go.

They followed the bustling crowd into Qianyuan city.

Although Qianyuan city is a big city in the north, the market is not very prosperous.

In other words, none of the cities in the God of boxing world can be called "prosperous".

Because the world advocates hard work and plain living, and is not interested in luxury and luxuriance.

Through the gate, you can see that the most remarkable landmark of Qianyuan town is the palace like temple of boxing.

Around the temple of martial arts, there are hundreds of martial arts halls and arenas. There are both challenge arena and martial arts arena.

Drill, challenge, platoon, Professor, thousands of men with big arms, waist, high muscles, the blood gas and sweat, in mid air gathered into a group of red clouds.

Muscles collide with each other and make a "crackle" sound, which is the most sacred music of iron fist.

In addition to the temple of martial arts and martial arts school, there are many strange looking guys on the street.

They are often dressed in rags and even covered with dirt, but their eyes are shining and full of strong breath. They sit on the roadside with a sign in front of them, which says their history, realm and skills.

These are tramps who travel around the world of boxing God, make friends with martial arts, exchange skills and increase experience.

From time to time, some people come forward to challenge the tramp boxers. They "crackle and crackle" and can decide the victory or defeat. Naturally, they are beaten black and blue, but they are not angry. On the contrary, they laugh and hook their shoulders. It seems that they have really become bosom friends that they have not met for many years.

Even more some strange people, every step, will kneel down in the street as if no one else, head to the ground hard hit.

Boom!

The head is all right, the big Bluestone on the street is bumped out of pits one by one by them, and the cobweb like cracks continue to spread.

Gus has heard that these guys are bitter monks who have made great wishes in front of the God of boxing. They use the method of tormenting their bodies to purify their hearts and listen to the voice of the God of boxing.

The guy who bumps his head into the ground is about the "iron head skill" of cultivation. It's impossible for him to walk all the way.

In the past, Gus once admired the bitter friars very much. He even thought that he would become a bitter friar one day. He moved the God of boxing with sincerity and turned his fate around.

Now, seeing the power of arrow blaster gun and Vulcan gun, Gus just wanted to sneer at the bitter friar.

In addition to the boxing hall, there are basically only two uses of shops along the street.

One is a restaurant - boxers are full of muscle and appetite. A meal of three or five catties of beef and three or five catties of steamed bread is a piece of cake. Therefore, there are more restaurants here, and the scale is quite large.

Secondly, there are shops selling plasters and weapons. Plasters are necessary for cultivation. Weapons such as swords, bows and arrows are despised by experts, but it is necessary for old and weak women and children to defend themselves.