The mortal world is a mortal world after all, and the concentration of power is much higher than that of the large-scale cultivation sects in the world of cultivation.
The emperor said that he would hold a martial arts ceremony and summon all the masters from all over the world.
Without saying a word, these masters all started to rush to Kyoto. After all, they are secular people, and their pursuit of fame and wealth is relatively high. If they can become a martial saint, it is equivalent to a mortal's enlightenment and ascension.
Xia Po didn't show much publicity, he just wandered around various places, secretly learning the martial arts understanding of these mortals, but gained nothing.
In the final analysis, they are just a group of mortals. Even if they are passed down from generation to generation, their short lifespan will not be able to comprehend any profound martial arts.
A few months, to him now, is really a blink of an eye.
On this day, he was drinking in a sparsely populated pub.
Of course, instead of drinking ordinary wine, the wine in the store is directly turned into spiritual wine. Only in this way can you taste a little bit.
It has to be said that if a winemaker in the mortal world is a monk and goes to the world of cultivation to make wine, he will definitely be able to defeat a bunch of half-baked winemakers.
After all, monks only use brewing as a way to earn spiritual stones, while mortal brewers will devote themselves wholeheartedly to brewing. Brewing is what they spend their whole lives practicing!
Thinking of this, Xia Po suddenly stopped and looked at the wine glass in his hand, as if he had an epiphany.
Before he could figure it out, he heard a commotion coming from the next table.
"Do you have eyes? Didn't you see that I am from Quanjian Villa? How dare you ask me for money? If my master is delayed from becoming a martial saint because of these few copper coins, what can you do for this shabby shop?
Do you take this responsibility?"
When the waiter on the side heard this, he was so frightened that he kowtowed on the ground repeatedly, saying that the meal was free of charge.
You know, this is Kyoto City!
In the past, during the Tianyuan Dynasty and Tianxiong Dynasty, even when the status of warriors was at its highest, it was impossible for such a thing to happen in Kyoto.
There is only one kind of person who dares to bully others in Kyoto, and that is the playboys from the families of high-ranking officials, powerful people. Warriors like this dare to cause trouble, and the store will not even resist.
Not to mention meeting him, I have never heard of Xia Po in the mortal world for more than a thousand years.
At most, if the warrior makes trouble and refuses to pay, the store manager will come out to ask the reason, and then decide whether to waive it or report it to the official.
However, looking at the store's intentions now, the reporter didn't even think of it.
Apparently he understood that reporting to the official was useless.
During this period of time, Xia Po basically understood that the Tianwu Dynasty was an extremely deformed dynasty. Almost everyone in the country practiced martial arts and respected strength.
Martial arts have also been greatly improved under this situation.
He still remembers that when he was in the mortal world, strong men in the True Martial Realm only existed in legends, and he had never even seen one.
As a result, now, the entire Tianwu Dynasty actually has seven strong men in the True Martial Realm!
Xia Po didn't believe it at first, because his martial arts talent was quite good, and he had not been able to reach the true martial arts realm within a hundred years by practicing the kind of skills that consume life span.
So how do these people who have cultivated to the True Martial Realm do it?
Is this martial arts talent too good?
But when he thought about it carefully, he felt relieved.
After all, people are actually the same regardless of whether they are in the secular world or the world of cultivation.
If you look for them in the mortal world, you can also find a lot of them that are suitable for cultivation, and even the kind of peerless monsters.
But it's a pity that no sect will come to the mortal world to recruit disciples. After all, they can't even recruit casual cultivators.
Thinking of this, Xia Po started to have some twisted thoughts.
Recently, I have been looking for someone who is very suitable for practicing physical training, someone who can reach the Nascent Soul stage or above through careful training.
As for becoming a god, this depends purely on fate. No matter how talented you are, it doesn't matter. He can't cultivate it either.
If you can't find it in the world of cultivation, can you try it in the ordinary world?
When I was still thinking about whether I should be like the second-generation rich man who put a few soul objects in the mortal world to find people suitable for him to practice physical training, I felt a weak feeling that I almost ignored.
The breath has already come to him.
He raised his head slightly and saw a bald head.
Looking down, he saw a big man with a scar on his face and grinning from ear to ear, smiling at him.
After briefly scanning the panel, I found that this guy was actually only seventeen years old and in the early stage of innate martial arts.
"Is something wrong?"
He raised his eyelids and asked slowly.
Knowing what the world is like now, he is not at all low-key in order to avoid unnecessary trouble.
Wearing a warrior's robe, carrying a bright long sword on his back, and wearing a badge that looks like a martial arts disciple, for fear that others would not know that he is also a warrior.
The young strong man smiled at him, then showed a ferocious expression.
"Do you know that according to my Tianwu law, pretending to be a warrior is a serious crime and your legs and feet will be broken."
It turns out that this guy thought Xia Po was dressing up like this just to show off.
Xia Po looked at his thin arms and legs, then looked at the muscles of the strong man in front of him and the group of people behind the strong man, and he understood instantly.
When he was practicing martial arts in the past, he actually had muscles all over his body. However, due to the continuous improvement of his cultivation level, his strength was concentrated in his internal strength, and the muscles naturally disappeared.
Now he doesn't look like a warrior at all, but more like a scholar who spends all his time playing with literature and ink. It's no wonder that others regard him as a fake warrior.
Seeing that Xia Po didn't speak, the bald head thought that Xia Po was scared, so he immediately stretched out his disgusting tongue to lick his lips, and stretched out his hand to touch the long sword behind him.
But the next second, he stood frozen on the spot, his expression dull.
After slowly extending his hand back, his dull expression was filled with fear.
"Ah!!! What on earth did you do?"
Countless thin red lines began to appear on his hands. These red lines began to gradually grow larger and split, revealing the flesh and blood inside.
After a while, pieces of flesh and blood fell to the ground, staining a large area of the ground red.
The severe pain caused the muscles on Baldhead's body to begin to spasm, and he kept screaming.
The people behind him looked shocked and began to tremble.
At that moment, Xia Po's body bloomed with an aura that was far beyond their knowledge.
This aura was like the aura of their warriors, but it was so powerful that they couldn't believe it.
And looking at the bald head like this, it was obvious that his hand was chopped into pieces in an instant, and no one saw Xia Po take action yet.
Powerful, really too powerful!
Why do such powerful and young people exist in the world?
Fear filled every pore of them. Let alone running away, they had forgotten to breathe at this time and just stared at Xia Po blankly.
In the entire tavern, except for the bald man who screamed, everyone else seemed to be frozen, staring blankly.
Xia Po, with a calm look on his face, slowly placed the wine glass in his hand on the table, walked straight to the bald head, and when he raised his hand, he had a brand new hand grow again.
Reattaching an ordinary hand to a mortal is not a difficult task for any foundation-building monk in the world of cultivation, let alone him.
The screaming bald man's eyes widened when he discovered that his hands had grown back. He thought for more than ten seconds before kneeling down in the direction of Xia Po and starting to kowtow.
"Immortal! It's me who is ignorant and has disturbed the immortal's elegance. I deserve to die! I deserve to die!"
Seeing this, the other people began to kowtow one after another. It was like an ancestor worship scene.
Xia Po knelt down, looked into the bald head's eyes and asked calmly.
"What do you think is the meaning of practicing martial arts? Why do you want to practice martial arts?"