Chapter 109: Thunder Walking Spirit Bone Monthly Pass)
Chu Xue looked puzzled, holding the wooden plates and staring at the backs of the mortals.
"Weird! Why do they need to bring these things to us? Is that Yuan Bing Zhai actually opened by the Lord of Yunsheng City?"
Zong Shou smiled and did not answer. He grabbed a cloud pattern flying knife and played with it in his hand.
The material of this sword is not inferior to that of the Thunder Tooth Sword. It is engraved with cloud-patterned talismans and seals. With just a slight push, water mist can appear. The ability to carry the Jingyun Shen Destroying Sword Intent is better than the one he used before.
Those willow leaf flying knives are too powerful.
It's still as thin as a cicada's wings, but even sharper.
But at this moment, Zong Shou's mind was not on the knife in his hand, but was staring coldly at a pavilion not far away, across the street.
This is the city lord's palace. The five-foot-high stone wall completely separates the large courtyard inside from the outside.
There is a towering pavilion on the right, which is higher than the stone wall. From a distance of a thousand feet, looking from here, you can vaguely see two figures on top.
"Why else? When they brought me these things, they naturally wanted us to leave quickly."
Chuxue said, "Ah," with a look of confusion on her face. The person just now clearly let them stay for a few more days.
It's just that the way that man treated them seemed to be treating the god of plague, which was extremely unpleasant.
Yin Yang also had a sullen face, looking extremely ugly.
Zong Shou narrowed his eyes, half smiling.
Yiyun Holy City has beautiful scenery and has always been peaceful and uneventful. It is an excellent place for sightseeing and watching violence.
This means simply that I don’t want to get involved in this turmoil. Once something unexpected happens, it will change from peaceful to troubled. No matter how beautiful the scenery here is, no one comes to enjoy the scenery.
He is open-minded and understands the difficulties of the Yunsheng City Lord. If it were him, he would probably handle it in the same way, but he felt a little uncomfortable.
It's too much to rush people away without even seeing them in person.
Smiling to himself, Zong Shou stopped looking at the pavilion and walked back to the door.
In fact, there was no need for the city lord to remind him that he was already preparing to leave, but it was just two days early.
It would also be a good thing to get these moiré flying knives and exoskeleton parts as early as possible.
He also said that in these peaceful and comfortable days, it is indeed impossible to find a quiet place to settle down for a long time.
If you want to survive in this world, you cannot trust others after all.
Only one's own strength, swordsmanship, and thoughts are the foundation for one's establishment in the world.
Don’t be lazy xxxx
"Liancheng, is this the Crown Prince of Qiantian Mountain?" Thousands of feet away, on top of a five-story building, an old man in brocade robes was leaning on the railing and looking.
This man's face was as heavy as a jujube, and his expression was peaceful. The muscles of his right arm were knotted, but his left arm was as dry as wood. His slightly dry eyes were shining with curiosity.
Looking from here, you can see the thin young man on the other side of the street beyond the stone wall.
"My intuition is so keen that I can detect you and me! Doesn't he look like a person who has never practiced martial arts?" "There is indeed something strange about this prince! However, I had people observe him for several days, but no one noticed this prince.
, there are any signs of martial arts practice, and it doesn’t seem like he has trained Yuanhun. If he is successful in martial arts, there are always some clues to be found. But Master, you have just seen it, this person has no aura of a martial artist, nor has he had any thoughts.
, overflowing to the outside.”
The words came from behind the old man in brocade robes, a middle-aged man with wrinkles on his face who looked like a butler, standing with his hands down.
Wearing a black robe, there is nothing strange about him, but when he occasionally raises his head, his eyes are as sharp as an eagle's.
The old man frowned: "Having said that, I still feel a little uneasy at this time. Master Lei Dong once ordered us to do our best to take care of him and make every effort to make a good relationship. As a result, not only did I fail to comply with his wishes, but I also wanted to
After driving the people away, the butler named Liancheng's expression changed, and he was a little helpless: "This move is not the master's wish. It is actually pressure from all sides and it is done as a last resort. Lord Lei Dong always acts according to his own will."
Why, after the servant told me what he said, he didn't show up for a long time, which is really suspicious.
In my opinion, Lord Lei Dong may have forgotten about this matter a long time ago. This person is in the whirlpool and is involved in the game between the sects of Donglin. It is said that he is also somewhat related to the eight-tailed sect of the Tianhu clan. It is really not what we say.
The Holy City can only interfere. A useless man with two veins is not worthy of our city. He has too much to do and conflicts with those people. Letting him leave is the best way!"
The old man was hesitant, but after a moment, he finally sighed: "I can only apologize, sir, but before this person leaves, I still want to see him and see him off. I don't want to be associated with this person."
We have a good relationship with each other, but we don’t want to become enemies because of it. There is always some reason why this person is favored by Lord Lei Dong. You can prepare some gifts later and take them with you.”…
Liancheng was startled and quickly raised his head, only to see that the old man's face had calmed down.
His tone and look clearly left no room for doubt. He had no choice but to hold back his words and stop trying to persuade him: "Liancheng just obeys the order! This is the arrangement, it's just a courtesy standard...
The old man was lost in thought and didn't answer. Liancheng leaned over slightly and retreated directly downstairs. Knowing what the old master meant, it didn't need to be expensive, just ordinary.
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Back in the yard, Chuxue had already calmed down. Although he was angry before, now he thought about it, this is his/her territory after all.
There is no danger, and after staying here for more than ten days, what else can you feel dissatisfied about? It is impossible to always have someone to protect you from the wind and rain.
The same is true for Yin Yang, but he is more calm. Apparently, he has expected it beforehand: "I heard that the lord of Yunsheng City, Xu Zhengyuan, once dominated the situation in his early years. He had a fiery personality and ruthless actions. He was thirty-five years old.
He had reached the realm of Wuzong and almost unified the three thousand miles surrounding Yunsheng City. However, he was injured by others and was severely injured, so he restrained his temperament and acted like a fugitive.
He is sloppy. He wholeheartedly does good to others and never makes grudges with others. This has been the case for decades. His power has been declining. It is said that he has been cornered several times and did not dare to fight back. He relies entirely on his friendship with those hidden sects.
, I barely managed to save this city. Now it seems that it is getting even more unbearable.”
Zong Shou was a little surprised, but he didn't expect that the Lord of Yunsheng City could still be so prosperous. A land with a radius of four thousand miles could already span several provinces.
As for Yin Yang's last few sentences, he was a little disapproving. How could the spirit of a lion be easily suppressed? Xu Zhengyuan acted like this, mostly because he had no choice but to do so.
However, this person's affairs have nothing to do with him. Moreover, it is already late today, so we can only wait until tomorrow if we want to leave.
He got into his room again and couldn't help but glance sideways at the hole in the wall.
The entrance to the cave was not blocked, and Fang Ran's condition next to him was still vaguely visible, but Zong Shou hurriedly turned his head.
"It doesn't seem like he's here? Could it be that he left through the back door?"
After only a moment of doubt, Zong Shou stopped paying attention and started assembling the parts.
The previous Fengxing Spiritual Bone only had the upper part of the body. But the one he customized now comes with the upper arm.
They are both made of third-order cloud whale bones, but the materials are different. One is from the ribs, and the other is from the wings that bear the whole weight of the cloud whale and fly in the air. In terms of toughness, it is at least three times stronger.
There are many thunder patterns engraved on it, and the arms and joints are made of metal, shining with an icy cold light. This makes this set of exoskeletons stronger.
The same is true for the hands, which are similar to sword claws, and five fingers can be placed inside them. Each finger of the sword is sharp and hard, no less than a thunder tooth.
The runes engraved on the outside are made of a material called Blood Spirit Copper, which is embedded in the bone, making the runes more resistant to damage and difficult to repair.
Zong Shou spent half an hour before putting one on. After putting it on, he could faintly feel that this set of exoskeletons was faintly echoing the Lei Luan Talisman array on his body.
He grabbed it with a punch and crushed the only sandalwood chair left in his room until it exploded.
Zong Shou's eyes immediately brightened and he began to calculate his own strength.
"About 9,500 kilograms! My own strength is about 3,600 kilograms. This set of exoskeletons provides a full 5,900 kilograms of strength, which is close to the ten thousand kilograms of strength of the Nine Meridians Mystic Martial Arts Master!"
Zong Shou was secretly surprised that the new set of exoskeletons he assembled was called Lei Zou. Unlike Feng Xing, which was driven by wind power, Lei Zou walked entirely on electricity.
Both have the same characteristics of swiftness, but in this aspect, Lei Zou Linggu is far superior to Feng Xing, and can even surpass Cloud Stepping Horse.
His fighting ability is not weak either. Not only can he use the five-fingered sword claws, but there is also a space in each of his left and right arms to hide the sword. If he has enough soul power, he can even trigger thunder to hurt people.
However, in the previous life, this thunder walking spirit bone could only provide five thousand kilograms of strength at most.
"Most of the cloud whale bones of this era were not domesticated. Wild animals are naturally tougher!"
Zong Shou stood up and suddenly moved around the room, trying out boxing techniques based on this bone.
It is neither the Fetal Breath Spirit Spring nor the Little Five-wheel Mingwang Fist. Instead, it is sharp and sharp, with ten sword claws, bringing out bursts of cold light. It is as fast as a tiger and as fierce as a cat.
Just a moment later, Zong Shou's interest waned again.
"This exoskeleton is really strong, but if you wear it on your body, the punches you can perform cannot be as natural and flexible as the human body. If I wear it to fight, my combat power will be reduced by two levels. No wonder, in the previous life, apart from those tailor-made by the weapon refiners,
The top-level exoskeleton, all strong men regard it as a weakling."
I looked inside my body again and found that I had practiced swordsmanship and boxing for half a day today.
There is really very little Lei Luan egg essence that can be dissolved. Only a very small amount is actually absorbed by the flesh and blood membrane. It will take at least several months for a breakthrough.
Shaking his head slightly, Zong Shou sat upright on his bed again, took out a cloud pattern flying knife, and placed it in the palm of his hand.
With a slight exertion of force on his right hand, the sword "soared" from the ground, like a spiritual weapon, hanging half an inch above Zong Shou's palm.