"Gang, were you talking to me just now?"
The white tiger stretched out his right paw and scratched the back of his head. The wings behind his back were frozen in the air, and his tail was raised high.
"What do you mean?" Zhong Wen took out a piece of cloth from the ring and wiped his neck, "This bad habit of licking people casually needs to be changed. There are thorns on your tongue. If you change it to one with thin skin and tender flesh,
, I’m afraid I have to peel off a layer of skin directly.”
His tiger language has pure pronunciation and fluent syntax, which is even more standard than this white tiger with a local accent.
"You, why do you speak so well?" Bai Hu shook his big head and looked back and forth at Zhong Wen, as if he was wondering whether the guy in front of him was a two-legged beast or a tiger covered in two-legged animal skin.
The big man in gray clothes on the side didn't do much better either.
His eyes were wide open, with a look of astonishment on his face. He was stunned for a long time before asking: "Little guy, how can you understand animal language?"
"I can learn it," Zhong Wen replied.
"In this world, I am the only one in the world who has inherited the language of beasts, the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect." The big man was greatly surprised, "You are not a disciple of our sect, but where did you learn it from?"
"As long as you work hard, an iron pestle can be ground into a needle." Zhong Wen skillfully switched back to human language and said seriously, "This junior has lived in seclusion in the mountains since he was a child. Not only does he recite a thousand animal words every day, but he also insists on picking up the surrounding raptors.
If you use ferocious beasts to practice speaking, over time, you will naturally achieve small results."
Memorize words? Oral practice?
Shrimp stuff?
The big man in gray felt that he could understand every word in Zhong Wen's mouth, but when connected together, he couldn't understand it at all. A big black question mark flashed over his head.
Just when he looked confused, Zhong Wen's heart was also filled with waves of horror.
This is simply because this "Ten Thousand Beasts Sect" is one of the seven super sects in ancient times and is famous for its ability to control spiritual beasts.
It is rumored that the top masters in the Ten Thousand Beast Sect not only have saint-level strength, but their spirit beast partners are even stronger than me.
As a result, every time you fight against someone, the opponent is often fighting two saints at the same time. It can be said that you are outnumbered and miserable.
Although the concept is somewhat similar to that of the Huan Beast Sect, which Gan Muyun later belonged to, the combat capabilities of the two sects are so different that they cannot be compared together at all.
"It hurts, it hurts! Don't pull it!"
He suddenly shouted loudly in tiger language, "This is real leather, not something put on!"
It turned out that while the two were talking, Bai Hu finally couldn't restrain his curiosity and circled around Zhong Wen twice, then stretched out his right paw and jerked his face, as if he wanted to confirm these two feet.
Is there a little tiger hidden inside the animal?
"Strange, so strange!"
Finally convinced that Zhong Wen was a real two-legged beast, White Tiger scratched his cheek, shook his head, and was extremely puzzled, "It is really a two-legged beast? How can a two-legged beast speak the language of the tiger tribe to this extent?"
"
Zhong Wen smiled bitterly and rubbed his face, but did not dare to complain.
Just kidding, he couldn't sense the approach of this man or beast just now, which shows that the other party at least has the strength of a saint level.
The saints in the seven major sects are naturally far from comparable to the third-rate sects like the Golden Rooster Palace. Therefore, although Zhong Wen was licked on the neck and ripped off, he still had a kind face. How could he dare to express a word of complaint?
"Huh? What a solid foundation!" The big man in gray clothes stared at Zhong Wen for a while, then suddenly said in shock, "Little guy, where did you learn from?"
"I don't dare to deceive my senior." Zhong Wen used the same rhetoric, "This junior is a disciple of Yaowang Valley."
"Medicine King Valley?" The big man in gray could hardly believe his ears, "At your age and with such cultivation, you are a rare genius among the seven major sects, and your level of animal language is even higher than that of this sect.
How could most of the disciples be taught by Yaowang Valley?"
"The owner of the valley does not dare or forget to cultivate." Zhong Wen replied.
The big man in gray clothes stared at him closely, his eyes were so hot that he was frightened and thought he had met another person with questionable orientation.
"Remember, this is Jiang Xuanlei, the deputy sect leader of the Ten Thousand Beast Sect." But the big man suddenly sighed and said, "When this war is over, if Jiang is not dead yet, he will definitely compete with Yaowang Valley for a beast like you.
Language genius."
He is indeed a boss!
"Thank you for your love, senior." Zhong Wen's heart trembled, and he clasped his fists respectfully.
"It's no longer safe here." Jiang Xuanlei glanced at Shangguan Mingyue next to him, "Take your little lady and leave quickly. There will be a big battle soon."
"To be honest, senior." Zhong Wen shook his head and said, "This junior came here because he heard that heroes from all over the world gathered in Wanjue Valley to fight against the devil Lin Bei, and he also wanted to do his part."
"You?" Jiang Xuanlei glanced at him in surprise, "If Jiang is not mistaken, you haven't become a saint yet, right?"
"Yes." Zhong Wen nodded helplessly.
"It's understandable that young people are full of passion and are easy to take advantage of." Jiang Xuanlei smiled and said, "But in this battle, even ordinary saints are not qualified to participate. You, a Taoist spiritual master..."
Although he had not yet finished speaking, his meaning was already self-evident.
The minimum entry threshold for this peerless battle actually has to reach the realm of a saint!
"Senior, even though this junior is only a Taoist, he has defeated opponents at the saint level before." Zhong Wen didn't buy it, "As long as you act carefully, you can protect yourself."
"What!" Jiang Xuanlei couldn't help being shocked.
"Besides, if we lose this battle, even if this junior is hiding far away now, he will still die after all." Zhong Wen continued, "Why don't you give it a try and maybe help a little bit if you can't?"
"Then she..." Jiang Xuanlei glanced at Shangguan Mingyue with hesitation on his face.
"I'll go with you!" the eldest lady said decisively with firm eyes.
"There is such a beautiful girl who is willing to risk her life by following you." Jiang Xuanlei laughed and said, "What a good boy, it's amazing. He has quite the demeanor of Jiang when he was young!"
Zhong Wen couldn't help rolling his eyes, but Shangguan Mingyue's face turned red with embarrassment and she didn't dare to look up at him.
"In that case, let's go with Jiang!" Jiang Xuanlei also has a cheerful temper. Once he makes up his mind, he won't hesitate, "I'll let Ah Bing take you for a ride!"
"A cake?" Zhong Wen looked confused.
"Here, that's it." Jiang Xuanlei pointed to the white tiger beside him and said, "A majestic winged tiger. He didn't like eating meat since he was a child, but he likes to eat big cakes instead, so he was given such a nickname."
It seems that he can understand that the word "A Cake" in human language refers to himself. The white tiger let out a soft "Ah wu" at Jiang Xuanlei, then raised his right paw and scratched his neck. The leisurely and contented posture was not like that of a tiger.
More like a cat.
Jiang Xuanlei also spoke the language of tigers, and started talking to Ah Bing one by one.
His tiger language is actually extremely fluent. Although it is not as authentic and rich as Zhong Wen, he can still communicate without any hindrance. From a human perspective, it is about the level of a ten-year-old child.
"Let's go!" Of course Zhong Wen understood the content of the conversation between one person and one tiger. He turned to Shangguan Mingyue and said with a smile, "Ah Bing promised to give us a ride."
After being amazed by Zhong Wen's weird abilities countless times, Shangguan Mingyue was no longer shocked that he could talk to the tiger, and just nodded with a dull expression.
Now Zhong Wen has almost become a synonym for omnipotence in her heart. If one day he says "I can't" from his mouth, it might surprise her.
I don’t know if it was because of the communication between them, but Ah Chong didn’t reject Zhong Wen and his “spouse”. Instead, he cooperated very well and allowed the two of them to sit on his back.
Immediately afterwards, its limbs slightly bent, its wings suddenly flapped, and its body jumped up from the ground, turning into a white light and heading straight towards the direction of Wanjue Valley. It was actually Bi Zhong Wen who used "Purple Void Dragon Shadow Step"
A few minutes faster.
However, when the two of them sat on its back, they felt neither shaking nor shaking, and it was extremely stable.
As it moved forward at high speed, the black spots in the sky in the distance gradually became clearer, and they turned into a group of giants in the cultivation world with astonishing momentum and different appearances.
These many top powerhouses who are usually regarded as gods by cultivators are now densely arranged in the sky, like locusts passing by, overwhelming the sky. But if you look closely, you can easily tell that these people belong to different camps.
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"Senior, since we know that Lin Bei is in this valley." Zhong Wen looked at the mighty army of cultivators in front of him and asked curiously, "Why don't everyone just go in?"
"Do you think they don't want to?" Jiang Xuanlei stretched his hand far down, "Old Demon Lin has activated the defensive formation. Isn't this breaking the formation?"
Zhong Wen followed his hand and saw several old men in black robes surrounding the entrance of the valley. Each of them looked solemn, holding various tools he had never seen before, bending down and not knowing what they were tinkering with.
"If these people fail to break the formation." Zhong Wen couldn't help but worry, "Are they just going to watch Lin Bei destroy the world?"
"Don't worry!" Jiang Xuanlei's expression was very calm, as if he was not worried at all about the ability of the old men in black to break the formation. "There is no formation in this world that the group of physiognomists from the 'Liu Ren Palace' can't break!"
Hearing the words "Liu Ren Palace", Zhong Wen's pupils opened slightly, his heart was shaken, and he almost screamed out.
This chapter has been completed!