Immortal Martial God

Chapter 1640 Strong Wind Fortress

If one word was used to describe the Strong Wind Fortress, it would be chaos!

If he used two words to describe it, it would be too chaotic!

In this damned place, not only did there not exist a ruler, there was no iron law, there was even no power group.

It could be said that everyone who moved in the Gale Fortress was a separate individual. There was no backer behind them, nor was there any organization or sect of their own.

The only thing they could rely on was their fists and their swords.

If he hadn't known about the situation here beforehand, Xiang Nan would have thought that Gale Fort was a battlefield.

The reason for that was because when they flew over, the entire sky above the Gale Fort was filled with smoke and gunpowder. There were explosions everywhere, and there were people fighting everywhere.

Few Righteous Daoists would be willing to come to such a damn place because you can't compete for territory here. There's no such thing as territory here.

You also have no way to condense your own power here, because there is no power here to speak of.

Those who had committed serious crimes, those who had been hunted down by their enemies, those who simply chased after the pleasure of fighting, and those who possessed twisted and abnormal mentalities, all gathered here.

The sun shook his strong body and laughed loudly, "F*ck, is he really strong! The first level of the Martial Saint realm is indeed very good!"

Xiang Nan smiled.

Xiang Nan gave all of the 452 low-grade Holy Spirit Stones to Can Yang. He borrowed another 56 from Pomegranate Flower. He gathered a total of 508 low-grade Holy Spirit Stones and finally raised Can Yang to Martial Saint Level 1.

Perhaps some people would think that obtaining a Martial Saint was actually so simple. It only required five hundred Inferior Grade Saint Spirit Stones to build a Martial Saint.

However, what they didn't know was what Xiang Nan had used to exchange for the 400-odd Sacred Spirit Stones. He had killed hundreds of Martial Saints and Golden Blood Vicious Beasts in the Little Secret Realm before he had obtained them with great difficulty.

If that was the case, the price paid for obtaining these Sacred Spirit Stones was far greater than pushing the remaining sun onto the Martial Saint realm.

The reason why Xiang Nan didn't let Xiao Jun and Yuan Meng absorb these Sacred Spirit Stones was because the realms of those two people were too low. If they were directly pushed to Martial Saint realms, they would be able to cross several long realms. This was not a good thing.

It was like a person who was still a child of four or five years old today, but had the power of an adult tomorrow. His control over this power would be terrible.

Xiao Jun and Yuan Meng had to level up steadily so that they could adapt to the state of each realm.

There was another problem involved, and that was the control of power.

If a person only had strength, but did not know how to control it perfectly, he would definitely not become a true expert.

However, Canyang did not have such a problem. His physical fitness was already heaven-defying, and his realm was not that different from Martial Sage's.

In the chaotic streets, four people were fighting in front of them.

Saber light and sword light crisscrossed each other, shooting everywhere.

On the side of the street, the muscular men who were drinking wine and eating meat in large mouthfuls at the small stalls were holding wine bowls without turning their heads. They slapped off a sword light flying towards them with their hands. Their chatter and laughter remained unabated.

Evidently, the people here had completely adapted to this kind of life.

A repulsed martial artist flew backwards and crashed towards Xiang Nan and the others.

The remaining sun stretched out a palm the size of a basin and sent the flying martial artist flying with a slap.

Another martial artist was knocked back. Can Yang stretched out his "several meters long" long legs and knocked that person to the ground with one kick.

There were still two people still fighting. Can Yang curled his lips and strode over. He grabbed one of them with his left hand. His fist, the size of a casserole, punched the martial artist head on, causing half of his face to collapse and he lay on the ground on the verge of death.

Seeing this, another martial artist jumped up and slashed towards Can Yang's shoulder!

Can Yang grabbed the sword with one hand and broke it into two with a bang.

"Fuck your grandmother!" Canyang cursed and punched the martial artist in the stomach, causing him to kneel on the ground and vomit incessantly.

Strictly speaking, Can Yang was a person who hated evil, but he did not know how to be a good person, nor did he know what to do. This was the so-called righteousness of a hero.

He lived in a simple world of slaughter. Every day, he saw martial artists licking their blood with their sabers. The only way he could imagine dealing with evil people was to resort to violence.

This resulted in this sun that was filled with envy and hatred, and it was more like a villain.

Xiang Nan knew that after Can Yang betrayed the Guild, he would have been thrown into Gale Fort, but he refused. He would rather fight like a wild beast in the Colosseum to amuse the audience.

He didn't want to come to the Gale Fortress and join in with these inhumane beasts.

Because Canyang said: I am a good person, they are bad people, I am different from them.

"Must I come to such a dirty place? I really can't stay here for a day," said Canyang as he wiped the blood from his fist.

"Look at this bunch of sons of bitches. Which one of them isn't covered in blood? Which one isn't a bastard who raped and killed a good woman?"

"Are your hands stained with blood?" Lan Tian stared at the blood on Can Yang's hand.

"Black brat, watch your mouth. The blood on my hand is from a bad person." Canyang wiped his hand and said, "Black brat, watch your mouth."

Lan Tian said indifferently, "Pay attention to what you say. I'm not some black brat. My name is Lan Tian."

"F*ck!" Can Yang waved his big fist and smashed it towards Bluesky's face.

The blue sky was smashed into the ground by a heartless punch. It rolled for forty to fifty laps before barely getting up.

The remaining sun's entire right arm had also dried up. However, Lan Tian was merciful and did not completely desert it. Instead, he turned the remaining sun's right arm into a stone sculpture-like existence.

"Hey, damn it." '"Little bastard, you can do it! Today, I will tear you apart." The Canyang's eyes widened, "Little bastard, you can do it!"

Bluesky raised his head and sneered, "Come, I'll let you go with the wind."

"Enough!" Xiang Nan shouted.

Only then did the two of them stop, but their gazes were still furious at each other.

Xiang Nan said with a cold face, "This is the first and last time. In my team, internal strife is strictly forbidden."

"If you do that again, get out of my team. This is my bottom line."

Lan Tian was absolutely obedient to Xiang Nan's words. He knew Xiang Nan's character very well, and he followed Xiang Nan with all his heart.

That Can Yang didn't say anything. He felt that Xiang Nan was a very happy man. He shook his hand and gave himself five hundred Sacred Spirit Stones without even blinking an eye. Only such a man would be happy and wouldn't be embarrassed.

Follow this kind of person and do not feel aggrieved.

Xiang Nan looked at the two of them and said, "Disagreement is a trivial matter. As long as there is peace."

"I'm afraid that if the Dao is different, then we really can't work together. Both of you are very kind-natured, but you are not good at communicating with others."

"Is he a good person?" Can Yang pointed at Bluesky's nose and asked.

"Yes," Xiang Nan said.

Can Yang nodded, "Alright, just say yes. I believe you."

"That black brat, I was impulsive just now. I apologize to you."

Lan Tian tidied up his clothes and said, "I was too reckless. I apologize to you."

"Young man, you are two meters taller than me. What kind of background do you have? Do you want to fight me and see whose strength is stronger?" The sun suddenly disappeared and hugged Dali's shoulder.

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