Infinite Gate: I Became a Martial Saint from Another World

After calming down his extremely excited mood, Zhou Honglong walked like a tiger and quickly reached the martial arts training ground.

The shouts of the martial arts students rang out in the training ground. Second Senior Brother Tang Li was training many martial arts students, while Li Yi and others were watching from the side.

Zhou Hong came to Li Yi and told him the news of the breakthrough.

Li Yi was extremely happy after hearing this. He laughed loudly and said, "Not bad! Not bad! I, Li Yi, really did not accept the wrong disciple. In just three years, you have entered the first level of the physical realm. It seems that you really have the potential to enter the inner strength realm!"

Immediately, Li Yi gathered everyone in the martial arts hall in the lobby.

He discussed the celebration with everyone and then ended the meeting.

In the following three days, Li Yi held a grand banquet to celebrate for his talented disciple.

After the celebration, Zhou Hong took a rare break. He walked on the streets of Yuxi County, watching groups of people walking by on the street, and felt a little lonely in his heart.

His good friend Li Dayong left at the end of his first year in the martial arts school because his term had expired.

Zhou Hong himself gave a grand farewell to the first friend he made in this world.

Putting these aside for the moment, Zhou Hong continued to stroll along the street. Suddenly, he saw a familiar figure.

He walked quickly forward and stopped the other person, only to find that the other person was one of the two students who collected tuition fees at the door of Li's Martial Arts School eight years ago, and that this person had disappeared when he went to join three years ago.

The man looked at Zhou Hong who was standing in front of him and asked, "What's the matter?"

Zhou Hong looked at his obviously lame leg and said, "It's nothing. I'm just someone you once met. Let's go talk somewhere else."

Zhou Hong took him to a restaurant and sat him down, then asked the waiter to serve the food and wine.

Then Zhou Hong started chatting with the former martial arts student in front of him.

This man's name was Lu Hang. Like Zhou Hong, he was from Qingwan Village. He studied martial arts at the Li's Martial Arts School, but was about to leave because he had no money when the deadline came. However, the martial arts school happened to be short of guards at the gate, so he was lucky enough to be selected and could receive money every month.

But the good times didn't last long. Eight years ago, he wanted to go to Yuxi County to buy some things. He unexpectedly met people from Huya Village on the road. They told him that two of their brothers lost their lives on this road and needed some money to bury them. He refused to give and his leg was broken. After that, he had to quit the martial arts school and make a living in the county.

When Zhou Hong heard the name Huya Village, he realized that the two guys who robbed him were from Huya Village. Fortunately, the constable passed by at that time, otherwise he would have ended up in a miserable state.

"Tiger Teeth Village? Humph! I, Zhou Hong, will settle these accounts sooner or later!"

Zhou Hong swore secretly in his heart.

After chatting with Lu Hang for some time, Zhou Hong returned to Qingwan Village to continue his practice.

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On a grassland, a child dressed in gorgeous fur clothes was running, and the servants behind him were chasing him hurriedly.

"Young Master, run slower and be careful with the rocks!"

The child in front didn't listen to the servant at all. He just wanted to catch the beautiful butterfly in front.

As a result, a stone suddenly appeared under his feet, and he was caught off guard and fell headfirst.

Feeling the pain, he immediately burst into tears.

Seeing this, the servant hurriedly held him in his arms, coaxing him and rubbing his injured area.

The servant was carrying a child towards a camp. Hearing the child's loud cry, a bearded man came out of the tent. He saw the child and asked the servant, "What's wrong?"

The servant said quickly, "My Lord, the young master fell down while chasing a butterfly."

The bearded man heard this and picked up the child. He put the child on the ground and said to him, "Stand still!"

The child stood up straight immediately after hearing this.

"Wipe away your tears."

The child then wiped the tears from his face.

The big man then said to him: "Listen carefully, Moro, you are the son of Tuta Hushe, the first warrior of the Hushe tribe. You can't show your weak side in front of others. You are a strong warrior, not a weak sheep. Do you understand?"

"Yes, father!"

Moro replied.

The scene changed, and the young Moro returned to the tent with his prey.

"As expected of Master Tuta's son, Master Moro is extremely talented. It has only been a short time since he entered the upper inner strength realm and personally killed a high-level exotic beast! As expected, a tiger father will have a dog son!"

Moro listened to the crowd's praise, but he didn't care about their compliments. He was waiting for his father to speak.

Tuta looked at his son's prey and commented, "Not bad, keep up the good work."

"Thank you father."

Moro was very happy, he finally got his father's recognition.

The scene turned again. In the midst of a battlefield filled with shouts and cries of killing, Tuta sent Moro into a carriage and said to him, "Moro, the future of the Hushe tribe rests in your hands. You must live well!"

"I'm sorry, son. I'm usually very strict with you, but at this moment, I just want to tell you that you have always been my pride!"

After saying that, he rushed into the battlefield and fought with two strong men of the same level, resulting in countless casualties.

"No, Father!"

In the speeding carriage, Moro shouted with tears in his eyes, but the carriage was getting farther and farther away from the battlefield until it was out of sight.

"Father!"

In a dilapidated temple in the Tianlang Mountains of Mingluo Country, a man in tattered armor sat up and shouted.

He was Moro. When he was fleeing to the border of Mingluo Kingdom in a carriage, his team encountered a group of strange beasts. They then fought a fierce battle with the beasts, but in the end only Moro survived.

Thinking of his father Tuta's instructions and words before he left, Moro's eyes shed tears, but then he wiped away the tears fiercely and said, "Father, don't worry, I am not a weak sheep. I am the son of the first warrior of the Hushe tribe. I will definitely avenge the Hushe tribe! Mingluo Kingdom, Shenyuan Kingdom, you just wait!"

After saying that, he took out a martial arts manual from his clothes, on which was written: "The Black Blood Evil Sutra".