There was silence all around, and the entire area fell into an awkward silence.
"Gah! Karma! Karma!"
A big black bird flew overhead, and its rough voice seemed to have a hint of ridicule.
"Mr. Shen, isn't this...your name?" After a moment, Zhong Wen couldn't help but complain.
"Eh?" Shen Dachui looked shocked, "What a coincidence? I never noticed it, old man."
Can you act more like yourself?
Zhong Wen covered his forehead and was speechless. He couldn't understand the old man's thoughts and didn't know how to complain.
I glanced at Shen Xiaowan beside me and saw that she was carefully picking up the hammer that fell on the ground, blowing on the left and touching on the right, with a distressed look on her face. She didn't seem to care about the name or anything.
That's all, she doesn't even care about herself, so why should I be this evil person?
Zhong Wen sighed secretly and said nothing, acquiescing to Shen Dachui's antics.
Ever since, there was a sledgehammer named "Shen Dachui" named after Shen Dachui in the world.
At this moment, a gray shadow flashed above their heads. The three of them looked up and saw a small and cute messenger bird galloping towards them. It circled and flew several times in the air, then flapped its wings and landed on Zhong Wen's shoulder. On the top, the little mouth pecks here and there, which is really cute.
Zhong Wen reached out and took off the letter paper from Xiaoniao's leg, unfolded it and glanced at it, and let out a soft "Huh" in his mouth.
"What's wrong, little brother Zhong Wen?" Shen Dachui's voice was full of concern, "But what trouble have you encountered?"
Even when Zhong Wen saved his life from Gui Mandrill and others, the old man had never been so diligent and caring as he is now.
For this old man who has dedicated his life to reviving the reputation of the Divine Forge, he can only win his friendship by offering help, but if he wants to gain his respect, he can only show his superior skills in weapon refining.
In his eyes, Zhong Wen was no longer just a friend, but also the god of weapon refining, a being who needed to be admired and worshiped.
It's a pity that there are too many women around him, otherwise he and Xiaowan could have formed a pair.
The old man who always regarded his granddaughter as a treasure suddenly had such a thought flashing through his mind unconsciously.
"It's a letter from Sister Nangong." Zhong Wen didn't hide anything and handed the letter over directly, "It said that he found traces of two girls suspected of being Qiqi and Zhuma."
Shen Dachui glanced at the content of the letter and couldn't help but be stunned on the spot.
It turns out that the contents of the letter were all written in ancient sacred texts. At a glance, I didn’t recognize even a single word.
Has Piaohua Palace’s attainments in divine literature reached this level?
Even daily communications are written in ancient sacred scripts. What kind of rich heritage is this?
With only this letter, the old man made up his own mind about Piaohua Palace's powerful divine literature cultivation. For the small sect, which had only a few people at the beginning and was beaten to the gate by Xiao Wenjian, a master of the heavenly wheel, it was helpless and almost completely defeated. It feels a bit unreal that the Sect was able to rise against the trend in just a few dozen days and skyrocket to become a behemoth that suppresses the empire today.
Is it true that the capable can do anything?
Sister Nangong has just been studying for so many days, and she can actually write simple letters in ancient Chinese!
Of course, not all members of Piaohua Palace are proficient in ancient divine texts. However, after learning that although Zhong Wen did not know Daqian script, he had studied ancient divine texts quite a lot, Nangong Ling relied on his extraordinary wisdom to study it. After more than ten days of reading ancient books and manuscripts, I was able to compose a letter with complete meaning using simple sentences.
This kind of memory and understanding is unprecedented and unprecedented. Even Zhong Wen, who comes from the 21st century, can't help but feel ashamed and amazed.
It turns out that since he used illusions to deceive the four great saints of the "Dark Temple" and "Seven Star Pavilion" at the top of the "Wen Dao Academy", Nangong Ling has won the appreciation of the Wen Dao Saint and Guo Tianwei and others, and actually has a relationship with these four great men in the world. The strong established correspondence contacts.
According to Guo Shengren's letter, Liu Qiqi and a girl suspected to be Zhuma once broke into the "Si Cliff" during the chaos, fought with an elder, and then retreated injured after fighting with no trace.
A few days later, another member of the "Siduoya" disciple discovered the traces of the two women. According to the judgment of eyewitnesses, the two women were heading northeast, probably heading to the territory of the Chi tribe.
"The Chi clan..." Zhong Wen murmured to himself, with a hint of worry flashing across his face, "I'm in trouble."
"Brother Cook, since we have discovered Senior Sister Liu and Junior Sister Zhuma." Shen Xiaowan couldn't help but interrupt, "Then let's leave as soon as possible!"
"Xiaowan, Qiqi and the others are most likely in the territory of the Chi clan." A trace of hesitation flashed across Zhong Wen's face, "That's the territory of the 'Seven Star Pavilion', and it's not safe. Do you really want to go with me?"
"I'm not afraid, I'm going!"
Hearing that there would be danger, Shen Xiaowan's eyes lit up, she waved the "Shen Sledgehammer" in her hand twice, and answered loudly in a clear voice.
Are you afraid that you want to find someone to try the power of "Shen Dachui"?
Zhong Wen looked at the eager expression on the girl's face and couldn't help sweating on his forehead. After hesitating for a moment, he finally nodded and said: "Then you go back and get ready. We will set off after noon."
"Okay!" The girl held the hammer in her right hand, raised her left arm in front of her, and clenched her fist excitedly.
The two of them walked towards the imperial capital one after the other. Shen Xiaowan held the "Shen Sledgehammer" in her right hand, which was taller than herself, and carried a bulging baggage on her back. However, her steps were very brisk and there was no difficulty at all.
On the other hand, Zhong Wen was a man, but he did not carry his shoulders or hands, he was content and relaxed, his face was indifferent, and he was not ashamed at all.
"Xiaowan, how heavy is this 'Shen Dachui'? Is it a little heavy?"
"It's okay, it's not too heavy."
"Although this hammer has absorbed a lot of thunder and lightning power, it will eventually be exhausted. At that time, we only need to activate the spiritual pattern formation on the top during thunderstorms to absorb the power of thunder and lightning, and it will be able to replenish some."
"I know, brother cook, I'm hungry. What will I have for lunch later?"
"I happened to develop a new dish called 'Beggar's Chicken'..."
Looking at the boys and girls walking in front, chatting with each other, Shen Dachui felt that the picture was very harmonious and beautiful for some reason.
Is it possible that a dignified heir to the divine forging should be made a slave for others?
The old man was suddenly startled, with mixed feelings in his heart, and he couldn't help but start thinking wildly again...
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The disciples of "Siduoya" claimed to have discovered Liu Qiqi and Zhuma, but in fact, what they said was true.
At this moment, these two wandering Piaohua Palace disciples were indeed walking on the official road leading from the Jingyu Empire to the Chi clan's territory.
High in the sky above the two women, the golden-feathered roc was waving its wings gently, deliberately slowing down and following closely behind the two women.
On Zhuma's shoulders, there lay a black armadillo about two and a half feet long, covered in strange bone armor.
If you look closely, you will find that the girl's feet are wrapped with a light black aura. The feet do not touch the ground, but are in a low-altitude state, floating forward slowly, like a ghost.
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"Tsk tsk, it is indeed the 'Heavenly Evil Body'." The black armadillo actually spoke human words, "It can be achieved so quickly without relying on the spiritual master's cultivation and directly using the evil spirit to float into the air. It's amazing, seriously.
Impressive!"
This weird armadillo is naturally the old black demon named "Old Hei" by Zhuma.
"What's the use of this kind of training?" Zhuma pouted and complained dissatisfiedly, "It's really boring. Are you fooling me, Old Hei?"
"You ignorant little girl! This is to train your control over the evil spirit." When Lao Hei was questioned by her, he immediately screamed, "You have a pure evil energy that is unrivaled in the world, but you only hide in the spirit beasts."
Casting a curse behind your back has brought disgrace to our 'Heavenly Evil Body' lineage. Ancestor, I just want to correct your understanding of evil spirits."
"Who is the same as your armadillo?" Zhuma sneered, "It's so ugly."
Lao Hei: "..."
I'm talking to you about Kung Fu, but you talk to me about beauty and ugliness?
It felt extremely tired. If it had not relied on the "Tiansha Body" to provide spiritual power, it would have wanted to slap the ungrateful girl in front of it to death.
Liu Qiqi, who was wearing a red dress and a white skirt and carrying a long sword, just walked aside without saying a word or squinting. She didn't even look at Zhuma and Lao Hei who were noisy along the way.
After arguing for a while, Lao Hei suddenly looked straight ahead with a pair of bright eyes on the side of his head.
"Are we here again?" Zhuma seemed to have sensed an abnormality ahead, and said a little impatiently, "There are wars everywhere, and the Jingyu Empire may not be able to hold on for long!"
"What's the point of a bunch of ants fighting around?" Lao Hei sneered, and then he said in confusion, "Why do we encounter so many rubbish along the way, not to mention saints, not even practitioners who have realized the Great Dao?
One, could it be that the location of Jingyu Empire is so remote that practitioners don’t even bother to take root here and establish a sect?”
"Maybe, this place is quite remote." Zhuma laughed dryly, but did not tell the truth.
If this old devil from ten thousand years ago knew that there were only a few saints in the world of cultivation today, I really don’t know what he would think and what extraordinary actions he would make.
During the chat, the two of them and the beast had walked for more than a mile. When they turned a corner, what appeared in front of them were thousands of Jingyu Empire soldiers wearing armor and holding weapons.
These sergeants were divided into two groups, fighting against each other. There were shouts all around, the flash of swords, the broken limbs flying randomly in the air, and the scattered corpses on the ground, creating a bloody scene like hell.
"The army of this remote and small country is really weak." Lao Hei glanced at both sides and said with great disdain, "Even the human wheel cultivators were sent to the battlefield, and there are a few over there who have spiritual powers on their bodies.
There is no fluctuation, could it be that he is an ordinary person?"
If Jin Lieyang, the emperor of the Jingyu Empire, knew that the old empire he controlled had turned into a "remote small country" in the mouth of an armadillo, I really don't know what he would think.
The situation on the battlefield gradually became clear. The army on the right only had more than 2,000 men, which was far less numerous than the one on the left. In a head-on confrontation, they were already at an absolute disadvantage.
A young general located directly in front of the right army was gradually retreating under the protection of his personal guards. He cursed loudly in his mouth: "Xu Chunhui, you dare to lead your troops to attack the frontier army. Could it be that you are tired of living?"
What?"
"It's not clear whether Xu can survive."
The commander of the army on the left was a tall, rugged man with a beard. He laughed and said happily, "But I'm afraid His Highness may not see the sun tomorrow."
"Is it for the eldest brother?" the young general gritted his teeth and said, "I have no interest in the throne. He can just take it, so why do he need to kill them all like this?"
"If His Majesty hadn't favored His Highness the Second Highness and had not been able to decide on the position of Crown Prince so far, how could there have been so many turmoils?" Xu Chunhui shook his head and said, "For the sake of the peace and tranquility of the empire, please give His Highness the Second Highness the sacrifice!"
After that, he waved his arms again and directed his soldiers to attack.
"You traitor!" the second prince cursed harshly, but a look of helplessness flashed in his eyes, "You will regret it!"
There was a huge disparity in the strength of the two sides. He knew he was unlucky. Apart from swearing a few words to vent his anger, he could only sit back and wait for death. There was no other way to do it, and his heart was already filled with despair.
"Is this another battle for the throne?" Liu Qiqi said calmly, "I don't know what's so good about a mere secular throne, teaching so many princes and grandsons to fight against each other and regard family ties as nothing."
"Senior sister is right!" Zhuma glanced sideways at her, feeling that these words were a bit far-fetched coming from the mouth of a person who had just cut off his biological father's arm, but he agreed with a sweet smile, "All day long
Killing for power and fame, these people are really stupid."
"You two little girls are still too young and don't know the benefits of power." Lao Hei shook his head and said, "When the day comes when the position of head of Piaohua Palace becomes vacant, you will still have to go through this fight if you can't keep it."
Based on the situation of the two of them, it imagined Piaohua Palace as a behemoth that could suppress one party. It also thought of the many nasties caused by the seven sects competing for the position of leader, and thought that among this large sect, There must also be overt and covert struggles for power and profit that are unknown to outsiders.
Little did he know that in his imagination, Piaohua Palace had thousands of disciples and many experts, but from the palace master to the cook, there were only a dozen people in total.
"Why do you care so much?" Zhuma was secretly amused, and did not correct her misconception. She just curled her lips and said, "Let's go our own way."
After saying that, her mind moved, and the black evil energy covering her feet suddenly moved forward slowly, leading Lao Hei directly into the crowd, ignoring the two armies who were fighting fiercely.
Liu Qiqi's lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to persuade her to avoid the dispute, and flew directly from the sky. However, when the words reached her lips, she swallowed them again, and instead followed her with an indifferent expression, and walked into the battlefield. .
It's a matter of life and death, and the armies on both sides have already killed each other. No matter if you are a woman, a child, or... an armadillo, Zhuma stepped into the sea of people, and there were several figures waving weapons and attacking. The thought of cherishing beauty and caring for animals.
"Girl, this is a good opportunity." Lao Hei squatted on Zhuma's shoulder and excitedly stretched out his right palm to make gestures, "Try to cover the surface of the body with evil spirit, and pay attention to controlling the thickness."
Zhuma nodded slightly and did as he was told. A layer of black aura emitted from his body, covering everything from the head down.
However, this black energy has not condensed. It is still thick and thin, and erratic. It is far from the "evil energy transformed into armor" that Lao Hei originally displayed.
"Concentrate and imagine the appearance of the armor in your mind." Lao Hei continued to guide the on-demand broadcast. "The thinner the armor, the more condensed the evil spirit will be..."
In this way, facing the swords coming from all around, Zhuma did not fight back, but concentrated on controlling the surrounding evil spirits, trying to solidify them into shape, and was almost cut by ordinary soldiers several times.
"Ding!"
Finally, when there was no way to hide or escape, her little heart beat violently, the blood flow all over her body accelerated, and the black smoke covering her body suddenly became as hard as iron in an instant, directly killing a soldier. The saber that was slashed by him bounced back.
So fast!
This girl's cultivation talent is indeed very similar to that of her ancestor!
Seeing that Zhuma had figured out the secret in such a short period of time, Lao Hei couldn't help but feel relieved, nodding his head repeatedly, and there was a faint feeling of excitement in his heart that there would be a successor.
Zhuma here is happily using Jingyu Empire soldiers as sparring partners, but Liu Qiqi is walking slowly with a calm expression on her face, neither taking the initiative to attack nor releasing her spirit master's momentum, as long as any blind person dares to provoke , without saying a word, he raised his hand and struck out with a sword. He came and went with ease, treating thousands of soldiers as if they were nothing.
Flesh and blood flew everywhere, and two beautiful young women suddenly appeared on the battlefield in the mountains of corpses and seas of blood. The scene suddenly became strange and disharmonious, and soon attracted the attention of the generals on both sides.
Could it be the reinforcements from the second prince?
Xu Chunhui's heart trembled, and he shouted loudly, commanding a squad of 100 people to go straight to the two girls, and actually directly issued the order of "kill without mercy" without any mercy.
However, the scene in front of him was far beyond the general's expectation.
Not to mention that the younger girl in colorful clothes didn't fight back, she just smiled, her whole body was shrouded in an unknown black smoke, and she strolled through the shadows of swords and swords, but she was unscathed.
The older woman in red next to her had a calm face and was swinging the sword in her hand carelessly. However, with every sword strike, three or five soldiers fell to the ground. Walking among the chaotic army was like visiting a garden.
Shopping is generally relaxing and enjoyable.
The two women seemed to be walking slowly, but in fact they were walking at an astonishing speed. In just a few dozen breaths, they rushed from the edge of the army to the center. Wherever they passed, Xu Chunhui's soldiers and horses were like waves of wheat blown by the wind.
Falling down, hundreds of people were lost in the blink of an eye.
"Where did the witch come from!"
Seeing that his soldiers were helpless, Xu Chunhui became anxious and finally couldn't hold it back any longer. He directly mounted his horse, drew his gun, and appeared in front of the two women in two or two strokes.
The spiritual power turned into a silver-white dragon in front of him. It had two horns on its head and was covered in scales. It let out a scream and bit Liu Qiqi fiercely.
Perhaps because Zhuma was blindly defensive, he instinctively targeted the swordsman Liu Qiqi.
However, in Liu Qiqi's eyes at this time, there was not much difference between this Tianlun-level general and the human-lun soldiers around him.
The expression on her face was still indifferent, and she waved the sword lightly in her hand.
"puff!"
With a soft sound, Xu Chunhui's head flew high, drawing a beautiful parabola in the air.
Under the action of inertia, the body without its head continued to rush forward for a long distance, and then fell off the horse crookedly, and fell heavily to the ground with the first "bang".
The surrounding air suddenly solidified, and everyone's eyes fell on Liu Qiqi. The originally noisy battlefield suddenly fell into a brief silence.?