Shi Tianwu shared with you the magnetic field rotation

Chapter 558 The Martial God's Record

The magnetic field, Gamera, rose from the Qiantang River tide, and the resulting mist soaked the clothes of the heroes on the Hero Platform.

"Stand up! Stand up!!"

"The turtle has become a spirit!"

The grotesque magnetic mechanical lifeform Gamera roared at the night sky as it slowly walked towards the East China Sea.

The bright moonlight shone down, the earth trembled, and the heroes of the martial arts world watched the giant monster Gamera's departing figure.

"I wonder if I'll ever have the chance to comprehend martial arts on the back of this divine tortoise again," Lu Junyi murmured.

Yes, it will definitely happen.

“Sea turtles have the habit of swimming upstream, so perhaps this divine turtle will reappear in Hangzhou Bay in a few hundred years,” said the hero from the southern coast.

Will we still be here hundreds of years from now?

"Perhaps."

"Ha ha ha ha--!!"

After Magnet Magnet left, the martial arts heroes continued drinking and competing in drinking contests.

They might not be able to beat others in terms of strength, but they might be able to hold their liquor. Every hero is extremely confident in his drinking capacity.

Emperor Huizong of Song got himself drunk, and in his drunken stupor, he shouted that he was the emperor of the Great Song Dynasty, but no one took him seriously.

"Where's the wine?"

"Any more wine?"

"That's all, no more alcohol!"

"How can we do without wine?!"

After awakening their magnetic field power, these people find it difficult to get drunk. The weaker they are, the faster they get drunk, while the stronger they are, the less likely they are to get drunk.

"No more alcohol? That's easy."

Yang Jian clapped his hands and summoned the City God and the Earth God, instructing them to command the little devils to move all the wine in Hangzhou to Hero's Terrace and leave money for the wine.

The party continued, and Yang Jian, disguised as an ordinary person, drank with the heroes.

"Chenxiang's mother, why do you look so gloomy?" someone asked Yang Chan by the roadside.

"Is it menopause?"

"What is menopause?" Peacock asked curiously from the side.

"What are you asking, you old peacock? Menopause is a problem that women experience when they reach a certain age, caused by endocrine imbalances," the roadside man said.

"Uncle Lu, just think of me as going through menopause."

Yang Chan looked up at the night sky, longing for Chenxiang.

"Shenxiang's mother, what martial arts did you learn from my Martial God Stele? I'm quite curious." They found a topic to chat about by the roadside.

"A set of palm techniques," Yang Chan replied calmly.

"Want to try it with me?"

Yang Chan looked at the roadside, got up and walked to an open space.

As soon as Yang Chan raised her hand, the people on the roadside sensed a strong emotional force emanating from her palm technique.

Getting slapped on the roadside instantly brought back a flood of sad memories from my life.

"The Heart-Rending Palm," someone on the roadside said, stunned.

“Good name, let’s call it the Heart-Rending Palm,” Yang Chan said.

"..."

“Chenxiang’s mother, your palm technique is closely related to your mood. If you’re happy, you can’t use this palm technique,” ​​someone by the roadside said.

“I’m happy as long as my son is by my side. Now that Chenxiang is back, I don’t need to use this palm technique anymore,” Yang Chan said.

"I'm leaving first. You and your second brother can have fun." Yang Chan drifted away and went to find Yang Jian by the roadside to tell him that she had left first.

"The palm technique that evokes sadness is different from the martial arts I have come to understand."

"Brother Yang, let me experience the boxing technique you've mastered."

"Come."

Yang Jian threw a punch, seemingly without any power. The man on the roadside reached out to catch it, but unexpectedly, the punch was not something he could feel.

There was no wind from the fist, nor any shadow of the fist.

Even though the trajectory of Yang Jian's fist was clearly visible, and the point where it would land could be felt, Yang Jian withdrew his fist before it actually landed.

"It's over," Yang Jian said calmly.

"That's it? Is that all?" someone wondered from the roadside.

Suddenly, Lu Bian felt his body suffer a severe blow, as one punch after another erupted from his body, impossible to defend against.

"This doesn't seem like an attack happening now; it sounds like an attack coming from the future or the past," Lu Bian said.

"Isn't that amazing?" Yang Jian laughed, and continued to find people who weren't drunk to drink with.

A gathering of heroes has turned into a gathering of Dionysians.

Some people who had drunk to their limit lay on the edge of the platform, performing a dragon-spraying water show in front of the Qiantang River.

They drank until no one could stand up anymore. One by one, these heroes of the martial arts world lay sprawled on the ground, under the tables, and on the benches, unconscious.

Wang Jin was surrounded and attacked by dozens of people, who eventually got him drunk and passed out.

Yang Jian ordered the city gods and local deities to move wine for them, and they moved all the wine stored in Hangzhou and drank it all.

Yang Jian continued to ask for wine, so the City God and the Earth God had no choice but to seek help from all directions, and they managed to get some spirit wine for the group of people at the Hero's Platform to drink.

The spirit wine is second only to the immortal wine, and it is even more intoxicating. A hundred jars of ordinary wine can only compare to one jar of spirit wine, and these dozen or so jars of spirit wine that were obtained through prayer were all drunk up by this group of warriors.

After Yang Jian finished drinking, he had drunk everyone under the table. Feeling slightly tipsy, he found a good spot to lean down and fell asleep.

……

As the sun rose high in the sky, more than 300 people slowly woke up at the banquet on Hero's Platform. Some were looking for clothes, others for shoes, and the chaos lasted for a while before it finally subsided.

What do we do today?

"Let Master Wang Jin repeat what he said last night."

"This feels so unpleasant. How about we determine who's better at martial arts and make a ranking?"

“This is good!!”

Wang Jin lacked organizational skills, while these three hundred-plus heroes each had their own ideas and organized themselves. Before long, they came up with an itinerary for the martial arts tournament and wanted to create a ranking list based on their martial prowess.

The 365 people are divided into three lists: Heaven, Earth, and Human. The Heaven list has 36 Heavenly Generals, the Earth list has 72 Earthly Fiends, and the rest are all in the Human list.

Wang Jin needs no introduction; he was elevated to the top of the Heavenly Ranking without even having to fight anyone, making him the number one expert in the world.

Yang Jian and the roadside concealed themselves, not participating, and watched the commotion from the sidelines.

The 365 heroes of Hero's Platform competed against each other for seven days and seven nights, and finally came to a conclusion.

Emperor Huizong was revered by the heroes, because he painted portraits of each of them, capturing their figures in vivid, lifelike images.

Someone brought Emperor Huizong a long scroll painting that was thirty-six feet long, and Emperor Huizong casually painted himself and three hundred and sixty-five others into this long painting.

Emperor Huizong of Song was not good at anything else, but he was most skilled at painting and calligraphy, which put him in his comfort zone.

Emperor Huizong of Tang (Zhao Ji) not only painted for others, but he also recorded the magnetic field and martial arts skills displayed by others in his paintings.

Some people disliked Zhao Ji's behavior, but others generously shared their magnetic field martial arts skills and asked Zhao Ji to draw pictures to record them.

Emperor Huizong of Song accidentally recorded more than a hundred kinds of magnetic field martial arts.

Emperor Huizong named this illustrated book, which integrated more than one hundred kinds of magnetic field martial arts techniques, "The Record of the God of War".

(End of this chapter)