Chapter 1062: Treading the waves and slaying Jiaojiao!
Chapter 1062: Ride the waves and kill the dragon!
"Hey, do you know where there is a boat to the island?"
The drunken monk shouted at the young man with a breath of alcohol.
The young man shook his head dully, without even looking at the other person, and continued to walk straight in front of Monk Wenzui.
The drunken monk was stunned for a moment and said, "Stop, do you know who I am?"
Even though Monk Wenzui is drunk every day, he still knows that his reputation is known to everyone in the dark world.
And his reputation is not a good reputation, but a bad reputation, a bad reputation.
Everyone will run away from him when they see him. If there is no way to hide, they will choose to stand in front of him tremblingly and call him "Master" respectfully.
If I were to ask the drunken monk if he was in a good mood, he would just nod and it would be over.
When he was in a normal mood, he would tease Menzi with these people, such as asking them to bark like a dog, or asking them to kneel down and call him ancestor.
But these are all good things. If any unlucky guy happened to be unhappy at all that day, he would not only be tricked, but the best result would be to leave a whole body.
In short, Monk Wenzui is famous for his cruelty and ruthlessness, and his cultivation level is extremely high. There are really not many people who dare not take him seriously.
But now, this young man, who looked frail and sickly, had no reaction at all when he saw him.
The drunken monk thought that the other party did not recognize who he was, so he deliberately knocked on the wine jar that he always kept in his hand to identify himself.
However, the young man still walked forward slowly without looking back. On his back, he carried a huge sword, which was completely out of proportion to his frail figure.
"Turns out you're a fool, I'm the one you asked Drunk Grandpa!"
The drunken monk thought that the other party had something wrong with his brain, so he couldn't help but sign up for his own number.
The young man finally stopped.
Just when the drunken monk was about to watch the other party's trembling reaction with great interest, the young man still didn't look back and just said lightly, "Sorry, I have something very important right now and I don't have time to know who you are."
The drunken monk was stunned. After he realized what he was doing, not only was he not angry, but he was amused by the other party.
It had been a long time since anyone had dared to speak to him like that, but now that he suddenly met this idiot, Monk Wenzui suddenly became interested.
Before he decided to kill the young man, he first teased the young man and asked with a smile, "Oh?
You have something very important. Tell me what it is that is so important. If you tell me well, I will consider leaving your body intact."
The young man still didn't look back. After a few seconds, he faintly uttered two words from his mouth, "Behead the Jiao."
The drunken monk was stunned for a moment, then he immediately held his stomach and laughed, "Hahaha, killing the dragon is so interesting. Hahahaha, where is the dragon you want to kill?"
The young man slowly walked to the shore, stared at the calm lake for a few seconds, and then slowly said, "It's at the bottom of the water."
Asked the drunken monk, who was laughing so hard that tears came out, "Hahahaha, interesting, so interesting. Since it is at the bottom of the water, how do you plan to kill it? Do you want me to give you a fishing rod to fish it out?"
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The young man's tone of voice was always the same as his own, indifferent to the point of no emotion, and he said calmly, "Thank you, no need."
This time, before the drunken monk could praise him for being polite, he suddenly saw the young man stepping towards the lake.
With a slight tap of his toes, his whole body flew forward like a flying bird. The bottomless lake surface seemed like flat ground in front of him.
His body seemed to have lost weight, with his toes tapping alternately on the lake, like a water bird passing by, leaving only circles of ripples on the lake.
The drunken monk opened his mouth wide. At this time, he could no longer laugh.
Walk on the waves!
This is not just as simple as having good Qinggong, it must be supported by extremely powerful internal strength.
Even if we ask about Zui Monk's cultivation, it seems to him that he has reached a state where he regards being the best in the world as his treasure. He can only take a dozen steps on the lake at most.
However, this young man can really be described as walking on flat ground.
But what surprised Monk Wenzui the most was not just that, this was just the beginning.
When the young man flew to the center of the lake, he suddenly lifted up tens of meters high. In mid-air, he pulled out the huge black sword from his back with both hands, and then fiercely slashed towards the lake.
Cut off the sword.
Just hearing a roar, the calm water surface suddenly surged into the sky, and a gap at least a hundred meters long opened in the middle.
The water waves stirred up were dozens of feet high. The young man's figure continued to move, walking on the huge waves with his feet, like an immortal!
After a while, the water waves subsided, and suddenly a cloud of blood mist slowly floated out from the bottom of the lake, dyeing most of the lake red.
The young man's figure floated back to the shore.
The drunken monk felt his knees weaken, and he collapsed to the ground with a pop.
The young man slowly inserted the giant sword back into his back, and then slowly left with the same expressionless expression as before.
From the beginning to the end, he didn’t even glance at the drunken monk.
It wasn't until the young man left for about half an hour that Monk Wenzui recovered from the shock.
Even though the young man had left, he still couldn't help but feel scared, his whole body was shaking uncontrollably, and his whole body was already soaked as if a basin of cold water had been poured from his head.
Since then, no one in the dark world has seen the drunken monk again.
No one knows where he went, but most people believe that he must have left his life on Heixuan Island like those ungrateful challengers before.
But there are also a few people who say that they asked the drunken monk that day for unknown reasons, but he did not actually land on the island. Some people once saw him sitting alone on the shore for several days.
After that, the name "Wen Zui Monk" gradually faded away in the world, but occasionally someone would mention it as a story after dinner.
There are many different versions of the story about him, and they are getting more and more outrageous. Some people say that he was beaten to a pulp by the number one person on the island with only a few strokes.
Some people also say that when he went to the island, he drowned in the lake halfway because of poor water quality.
The most outrageous thing is that some people even say that the number one in the world on Heixuan Island is actually an extremely beautiful woman.
After the drunken monk landed on the island, he fell in love with the best person in the world and got married. He settled on the island and gave birth to several little monks. Those little monks inherited his father's hobby and gave birth to a new baby.
When we came down, the bottles they were fed were not filled with milk powder but white wine.