The room was dirtyer than outside, and the table was covered with dust. To Chu Cheng's surprise, the handmade chair was good. He brushed his sleeves and sat up.

"Don't be busy, just talk." Chu Cheng didn't dare to drink the water here, and signaled the old man to sit down and talk to him about the evil god.

This home should be a little money in the village. The windows are opened on the wall, but I still can't afford glass, just two wooden boards.

The morning sun shines in from outside the window, and it’s a bit cold.

"When did the thing start? Tell me slowly." Chu Cheng took a little bone meal and sprinkled it on the table. The rough tabletop burned green flames, and in the blink of an eye, the greasy tabletop became as clean as new.

Chu Cheng took out another piece of the shell of the Demon Spider in the Underworld, put it on the table, and the soul silk suddenly pierced in and began to transform.

The few remaining materials have been purified. Not only is the attributes reduced, they cannot be used to create undead equipment. Chu Cheng plans to refine a scabbard for Wuming again. As long as it has the attributes of jumping the sword, it will be fine, and a temporary transition is made. Jumping the sword can be used as a pre-action of the skill, which is quite practical.

"Half a year ago..." The old man's eyes returned to confusion, maybe a little myopia. He couldn't see clearly what the city was doing. He only knew that the master was very busy and was still distracted to listen to him. He was very grateful.

While listening to him, Chu Cheng refined the sword sheath, and his thoughts flew to the distant continent of China.

I don’t know how Luo Yan is now. Qingcheng’s rewards and punishments should be very good, right?

Unfortunately, his inner armor was gone, and Chu Cheng felt a little depressed when he thought of this.

Well-equipped, Luo Yan is a pair, and destroyed by the tears of dawn, and it is impossible to recover. The power of the gods is always so domineering.

Qingcheng Mountain...

Unlike the earth, the Qingcheng Mountain in China is completely designed according to the mythology and is sank into the sky at the top.

The brick-red city wall is simple and heavy, with green moss on it, as if it had stood here billions of years ago. Under the city wall is a cliff with birds moaning.

Luo Yan held a long sword in his hand, and his long skirt was flying, jumping high and stabbing in the air.

This thorn is fierce and domineering, and there is a vague sound of thunder in the sword wind.

On the city wall, a young Taoist priest in his twenties was holding an ancient black sword in his hand. Just a horizontal line, the thunder sound on the Luoyan sword suddenly dissipated, and the sword tip slid weakly to the side.

Luo Yan landed on the ground, and a staggered. The young Taoist priest politely retreated without helping him.

"My junior sister's sword skills have improved again." The young Taoist priest put away the black long sword and stood with his hands down.

"It's still impossible to defeat your Achievement Sword." Luo Yan didn't care about failure. He felt less than two seconds of losing his strength. If it was a real life-and-death battle, she was over. She shook the long sword, and the sound on the sword burst out again.

"Okay, let's get here today." The young Taoist priest quickly retreated.

"It's really boring." Luo Yan curled his lips, put away his sword, turned around to the city wall, facing the abyss, listening to the wind below, and feeling a little dazzled.

"Are you thinking about that Chucheng?" The young Taoist priest came over and stood side by side with Luo Yan.

"Yes, I don't know how he is." Luo Yan held the city wall and leaned forward, and the whine below became rapid.

"Xiaobai is bullying Xiaohui again." The young Taoist priest said with a smile.

"Senior brother, do you think the undead mage has a future?" Luo Yan asked the Taoist priest.

"How do I know? I'll ask the master to go."

"Master should be angry again." Luo Yan looked unhappy.

"Your uncle came yesterday."

"Which?" Luo Yan frowned. Her frown looked very much like Chu Cheng.

"The one you hate the most, Master said you were in seclusion and practiced, so I pushed it off." The young Taoist priest said.

"They were not so enthusiastic before I made meritorious." Luo Yan was so annoyed that she couldn't say, but she was helpless. Fortunately, the master blocked the person, otherwise she would be unhappy for several days.

"It's not a big deal for you to hide like this. You can't keep from going offline, right?"

"I'm applying for a trial, and the above should approve it."

"Then I'll go too?"

"Come on, go with your junior sister."

"Hey, I'm just waiting for your words." After saying that, the young Taoist priest ran away.

Luo Yanqi slapped the city wall directly, and his hands were sore.

Anger is a manifestation of incompetence. She suddenly remembered this motto, turned slowly, and sat down against the low wall. She came from a big family and had advantages that others did not have. Since childhood, it was the best education, the safest genetic medicine, and the best teacher to train it. However, there must be a price to pay, such as family responsibilities.

It is true that anyone can come to Qingcheng Mountain to become a disciple, but if you want to enter the core inheritance, you don’t need to screen and enter the Qingyang Palace. At least you have to spend a huge amount of money to build Qingcheng from the beginning.

Qingcheng is a national project and consumes countless funds in scientific research. Many big families on the earth have spent money on tens of billions of dollars.

To gain a foothold in Gaia, you have to understand the rules of this world.

The purpose of the family sending themselves in is nothing more than to repay the family after they have finished their studies. Can they resist?

Trials are just a temporary departure from the family's sight and cannot change any results.

She couldn't envy Chu Cheng because she knew very well how the people at the bottom lived. If you want to make a name for yourself, you would give much more than yourself.

Besides, is Chu Cheng free?

Under the cliff, a white shadow rushed up with a sharp wind, but it was a snow-white crane, much higher than Luo Yan. It circled at a high place before it fell to Luo Yan, lowered its head and rubbed it with its snow-white neck.

Luo Yan hugged Baihe, with a perfunctory smell.

Baihe pecked her skirt and pulled it backwards.

Luo Yan then laughed and said, "Do you want to take me to that place?"

The white crane made a crisp chirping sound, and Luo Yan jumped up and jumped onto its back. The white crane spread its huge wings, ran forward a few steps, flew up in the air, and dived under the cliff.

Luo Yan suppressed his loud voice, fearing that he would be heard and would not have fun in the future.

Compared with the earth world, this is a real fairyland.

Of course, there are some places that are more like ghosts.

Chu Cheng had put down his work and listened carefully to the old man's description. Half a year ago, the road leading to the outside world in this village was broken, a cable bridge that was hundreds of meters long.

"You mean, a strange fish appeared in the river, overturning the bridge-building ship?"

"It's not a strange fish, it's a demon!" The old man suddenly became excited, his eyes full of blood.

"Didn't you say, there is an evil god?" Chu Cheng held the refined scabbard in his hand, and the completion was pretty good. Unfortunately, the ashes suit turned into a hundred ghosts' night clothes, and the short boots were destroyed. Now Huangquan's shoe cannot insert the short sword. Anyway, there is still an empty equipment space on the belt, so Chu Cheng hung the newly refined scabbard and took the short sword Wuming from the bracelet and put it into the sheath.

As if affected by Chu Cheng's calmness, the old man's straight body became hunched again.

"The only ship in the village sank, and the nightmare just began."

Chu Cheng listened intermittently for more than ten minutes before interrupting him, "So, the evil god blocked your village for five months before he started to do it?"

"yes."

"Your son happened to come back half a year ago, right?"

"Master Master!" The old man stood up suddenly, in amazement.

"It's either an evil god or something that ran out of the underworld. I didn't expect it to run so far." Chu Cheng stood up and looked at the window. The sun became even more intense. The old man turned around and saw that there was a person standing at the window.

Chu Cheng stepped over the table, reached out to hold the limp old man, and placed him on the bench.

In the golden light and shadow, the old man's son's body stood there, staring at Chu Cheng.

Chu Cheng was full of joy and finally saw the undead!

He held the ashes of the sword in his hand and turned around and left the door. He saw the zombie also turned around and looked at him straight.

"Don't be afraid, it will be fine soon, try to be as quiet as possible." Chu Cheng whispered to the zombie, and the zombie's swollen face had a confused expression.

Chu Cheng himself was also stunned. He didn't know what skills to use to attack.

The ashes mark on the ashes ring is definitely not good. Now it is a fourth-level skill. If this first-level zombie is hit, won’t it explode if it is hit? Not to mention the fourth-level skills, your own 100-evil ball, flesh and blood demon eyes, and even a giant bone shield to hit, the zombie will almost fall apart.

Chu Cheng and the zombie stared at each other with big eyes. Chu Cheng felt that this was not a solution, so he simply took a step forward and smashed the sword of the staff downward.

The zombie was slow to move and was hit on her head. Chu Cheng heard the sound of the watermelon being knocked out.

The old man woke up from his fainting and saw his son's head explode outside the window, and purple and white mucus gushed out, ejaculating his face.

Before the zombie could fall, a figure rushed out from behind the zombie, wrapped in sword light, and pounced on Chu Cheng's arms.

If this sword is hit, no health value is meaningless, and the heart will be a critical factor.

Bang!

The snow-white giant bone shield appeared without warning, blocking the fatal blow.

The assassin's hand was painful, his body stiffened slightly, the giant bone shield disappeared, and the sharp sword tip hit his throat.

Chu Cheng slowly pressed down his sword and forced the assassin to kneel down according to his movements. He looked at the ghost mask on the assassin's face and said, "Meet again, Longcheng Xiuwen."

"How did you... recognize me?" Long Cheng Xiuwen held the ground with her hands, confused Chu Cheng while preparing the sleeve arrows in her sleeves.

Chu Cheng smiled, bent down, and sniffed gently: "The taste of the soul is like someone can tell the origin of the coffee and the brand."

Longcheng Xiuwen was creepy and her hands froze.

Four 10,000-elimination balls appeared quietly, sticking to Longcheng Xiuwen's body, one side in different directions. Chu Cheng then withdrew his sword and said to Longcheng Xiuwen: "If you move around, don't blame me if you die."

Longcheng Xiuwen looked at Chu Cheng. This young man made him feel extremely unfamiliar.
Chapter completed!