"It must have been the Immortal Chief of Penglai who defeated that man!"
Someone said.
"Yes, it must be the work of the immortal from Penglai."
Others echoed.
It’s not that these people are stupid, but they understand a truth. Who is the real master of Bailu City! No matter who is the person who did this, the credit must go to Penglai Immortal. Only in this way, Penglai Immortal
Only when the humiliation and beatings are exposed can the local forces like them, who are struggling for a living under Penglai, live a good life.
On the other side, the old man in coir raincoat carried the half-dead Jun Tiansheng out of Bailu City.
In a few steps, we arrived at a deserted wilderness.
This is the Wild Wolf Mountain ten miles outside of Bailu City. It is the territory of the Wild Wolf Village, a flea-level force. However, no one, whether it is the old man in coir raincoat or Jun Tiansheng, who is controlled by him, will pay attention to the flea-level force.
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"This is it."
The old man in coir raincoat casually threw Jun Tiansheng on the ground, then took out a shovel from the side and started digging.
It looked like he was planning to bury this guy.
"You think you won?"
Jun Tiansheng, who was lying on the ground, calmly looked at the behavior of the old man in coir raincoat, as if he was not the one who was going to be buried next.
"Winning or losing is not something a little person like me can care about."
The old man in coir raincoat continued to dig the hole. Judging from his skillful movements, it was obvious that this was not the first time he had done this.
"I am only responsible for completing the tasks assigned by the master and do not care about anything else."
"Your master won't be able to rest for long. This world has been in chaos for too long, and it's time for it to end."
The pattern on Jun Tiansheng's arm roared crazily, trying to break free of the restraints.
But the power attached to the two bamboo poles of the old man in coir raincoat happened to restrain them, so no matter how hard he struggled, he could not break the bondage.
"Unlike you leaders in the heaven who have great ambitions, we little people only care about our own one-third of an acre of land and are satisfied with just having enough to eat." As he spoke, Old Man Yi's hole was almost dug.
The speed with which this old man digs holes is truly incredible.
"Let's hit the road."
Jun Tiansheng's expression changed. The reason why he mentioned the owner of the old man in coir raincoat was to arouse his curiosity.
As long as he has what he wants to know, he can survive.
This time he was accidentally hit. Once he recovers, the old man in coir raincoat may not be his opponent.
"etc......"
Bang!
A shovel hit him in the face.
The demon power in his body circulated and quickly repaired the fatal injury on his head, but before he could speak again, the second spade and the third spade followed...
Throw it into a pit and fill it with soil.
After a while, a small earth bag was completed.
No one could have imagined that a strong man from the ‘Heaven Realm’ was actually buried here.
Heavenly Realm is the top force equivalent to Huangquan. Their origins can be traced back to the period of the Human Emperor, and even the beginning of the pollution of heaven and earth. The forces that have been immortal for thousands of years are like tentacles in the dark, affecting the entire world in every aspect.
The ghost market that Wu Chong visited once was the territory belonging to Huangquan.
After burying the person, the old man in coir raincoat took the bamboo hat he had left behind while working, put it on his head again, put the shovel back behind his coir raincoat, picked up the bamboo pole, and whistled into the distance.
The mist floated over, and a bamboo raft floated along the mist.
The old man in coir raincoat jumped lightly, stepped on the bamboo raft, propped up the bamboo pole in his hand, and the figure disappeared into the mist.
After a long time, the fog dissipated.
Yelang Village returned to calm, as if nothing had happened, except for a small dirt bag in the place.
Unnamed mountain top.
Back mountain cave.
Compared with the turmoil in the city, Wu Chong here is as dull as water. What he does most every day is to hibernate, sign in and breathe out, and then use experience points to upgrade new life skills. In these days, in addition to the skin painting skill that has been upgraded to the level of magic,
In addition, Wu Chong also added a new life skill.
Woodman Technique!
It is said that it was left over from a force called Shaolin Temple before the Human Emperor era.
It can be regarded as a kind of mechanism technique.
"panel."
Wu Chong thought, and a new panel was summoned by him.
Character: Wu Chong
Basic attributes: Perfection
Kung Fu: Breaking Limit Level 2
Realm: Early stage of entering Yin.
Life skills: Hex level 19.
There has been no change since the Painted Skin Technique was upgraded to the Painted Skin Magic Technique by him. He took the time to click on it several times and upgraded it to level 19. In these 19 levels, the Painted Skin Magic Technique only became a little stronger, and did not change.
There are no drastic changes like before, and I don’t know if the accumulated quantitative changes are not enough.
"Brother."
There was a voice coming from outside, and it belonged to the little boss Ding Jiu.
After Sun Dao died, the second masters of the village, You Kuan and Ding Jiu, were basically in charge. As Wu Chong's sister, Lianxing mostly stayed in the city to help him get information, and Lianxing herself also had a blood feud.
, so Wu Chong basically doesn’t care about her very much on weekdays.
"Have you found the death row prisoner you were looking for?"
Wu Chong stood up and walked to the entrance of the cave.
"I brought three of them. According to your wishes, brother, they are all evil enough to get into trouble."
Although he didn't quite understand why the boss was looking for these people, Ding Jiu, who was used to his current status, knew that there were some things he shouldn't inquire about. Moreover, Sun Dao's death did not scare him. Until now, he still dreams of becoming an immortal.
long'.
The ambitions at the bottom will not retreat because of fear.
"Put it inside."
After looking at the three death row prisoners who were bound to death, Wu Chong gave an order.
After he tricked his subordinates to death last time, Wu Chong kept a cautious eye. Although Ding Jiu and others are not afraid of death, he still has to be careful. There are only a few subordinates who can be used now. Although their abilities cannot keep up, they
It can still be used for running errands. If these people are all dead, then he will have to spend time to conquer the new subordinates. Then he may not be able to use it as easily as Ding Jiu and others.
The three death row inmates who were thrown into the hole struggled desperately and made whining sounds.
"Master, there has been a lot of commotion in the city recently. Mr. Wang told us that if we have nothing to do recently, it is best not to enter the city."
After sending the people there, Ding Jiu began to report on the recent developments in Bailu City.
The Mr. Wang he calls is Lao Wangtou.
After getting along for such a long time, the personal relationship between Lao Wangtou and Wu Chong has become very good, especially after they did dirty work together last time, the relationship has become even closer.
"anything else?"
Wu Chong picked up the food that Ding Jiu sent over and ate slowly.
"I heard from Mr. Wang that a real old man has come to Bailu City. This old man is looking for a box all over the world. This is the general appearance of the box. Mr. Wang found someone to copy it. It may not be precise enough."
Wan Dingjiu took out the scroll that Lao Wangtou asked him to bring.
What is painted above is the spiritual object box that Wu Chong went to the ghost market to dispose of not long ago.
The art of painting skin is also found in this box.