Chapter 2 Weird

Wuwang City, the night is over.

The towering and majestic city is like a noble giant, standing proudly in the middle of the southern part of the Fenglan continent. As one of the few famous cities in the Chu Dynasty, the bustling night view of King Wu is far from being compared with a small city in danger.

At the beginning of the lanterns, there was a hustle and bustle.

In the midst of the surging flow of people, Wu Pengwei even had an illusion that he had returned to the hustle and bustle of noon.

During the day, the group came to the pavilion arranged for Wuwang City to collapse. The three of them were just the first on this trip. A few days later, the Sun Sect will also send capable second-generation disciples and the best of the third generation.

The Wuwang Competition is a ten-year event. The southern sects take this as a good opportunity to hone their disciples and open their eyes. No one wants to miss it.

But there is a lot of traffic during the day, but at night, the crowd is still the same, but it is more lively.

Wang Heng beside him was holding a few sticks of roast mutton and ate it. He bumped Wu Pengwei with his shoulder and said vaguely, "Xiao Wei, why don't you come a few? This mutton is really authentic."

"Yes, Mr. Wei, you should come too." Wang Heng was followed by a green-haired young man with a thief's eyebrows and mouse eyes. He kept roasting mutton legs and ate his mouth full of greasy food. This man was none other than anyone else. It was Wang Qi who used to cut corners. Wu Pengweinian took the blame for himself. This time, the sect asked a handyman to serve him casually.

However, this boy is naturally thick-skinned. Wu Pengwei is four or five years younger than him, and he is actually a "master".

Wu Pengwei frowned and shook his head, "I'm not hungry."

In fact, it's not that he is not hungry, but that he is used to seafood. He is really not interested in mutton.

"Well, it's a pity. I'll eat your share for you." Wang Heng pouted and ate more happily.

Wang Qi behind Wang Heng was more honest. He kept picking up delicious food from the roadside stalls, and then handed it to Wang Heng. He also kept a couple of things and flattered.

Anyway, it's public consumption, and the two of them are like heaven for a while.

Wu Pengwei shuttled through the crowd with his hands. He preferred to see some night market art exhibitions and embroidery. On that day, he realized the ethereal state of drawing silk and peeling cocoon through painting in the bamboo building of the "green shirt freak", so as to break through the realm of samurai in one fell swoop. More than that, virtual humanoid light and shadow were derived in his mind, which can It is enough to constantly analyze the moves and follow-up of attacking opponents, which is an amazing harvest.

Therefore, he has an interest in painting, which is another hobby besides astronomical arithmetic.

He browsed a wide range of goods and felt dazzled for a moment.

At this moment, he suddenly heard Wang Qi shouting behind him.

"Damn it, boy, it's not eye-catching when walking. You're looking for a smoke."

Wu Pengwei frowned and shook his head angrily. He thought that Wang Qi was really a slave. When he saw that he and Wang Heng were the same thing, he was the same thing on the way. He didn't want to pay attention to it and continued to look through his favorite goods, but after a while, he didn't hear Wang Qi's voice.

"Bum"

The sound of a fist into the flesh sounded, and the wind roared in his ears. A green-haired guy was flying backwards out of Wu Pengwei's eyes.

"Well, it's good to learn a lesson." Wu Pengwei thought.

But after a moment, there was another loud noise, and another figure flew out of his ear, not someone else, but Wang Heng.

Wang Qizheng got up crookedly. As a result, he was knocked down by Wang Heng, who came across the sky. The two rolled to the ground with their arms, knocked over a lot of vendors, and were embarrassed.

"How can a master clean up Wang Heng all at once?"

Wu Pengwei was shocked. Looking back, a red-haired young man was walking in the direction of Wang Heng and Wang Qi's fall to the ground. His steps were heavy, and he resisted a big squirming bag on his shoulder. Under his messy red hair, only one right eye was exposed, and his pupils were black.

The young man was wearing a thick cloth shirt, and the shoes under his feet were also ragged and dirty, but his whole body was murderous. The passers-by around him made their debut one after another, and even the atmosphere did not dare to say a word.

The atmosphere is extremely strange, and the noisy street center can be heard.

The young man's step is extremely heavy, just like a rhinoceros hitting the ground. Each step brings a great vibration. This vibration is very strange. It turned out to be a straight line of vibration along the youth's foot axis, and outside the straight range of the soles of the feet, the ground did not move at all.

When the red-haired young man arrived in front of Wang Heng and Wang Qi, the two of them were so shocked that they could not get up.

The young man stood and stretched out his empty left hand. A red light flashed by, like a fire, and was about to fall.

There was a slight sound from the side of his ear. The young man's eyes were tight, and his red luminous left hand was closed one by one. A small stone with white light was immediately crushed, and bursts of white smoke rose from it.

"It's not worth fighting for a little thing."

Wu Pengwei came out with his hands behind his hand and stood in front of Wang Heng and Wang Qi.

The two people who fell to the ground got up in a hurry and retreated to one side. It was not that they were afraid of things, but that they were unwilling to cause trouble to Wu Pengwei.

The red-haired young man stared at Wu Pengwei coldly, and his uncovered eyes reflected a piercing light: "Get out of the way, it's none of your business."

Wu Pengwei said lightly, "I'm sorry, these two are my friends. I can't stand by."

"In that case, you should also die."

The corners of the red-haired young man's mouth cracked, put the bag under his feet, and there was an amazing fire all over his body, transforming into a huge rhinoceros image. The surrounding air pressure immediately became solemn, and the airflows visible to the naked eye shook around, and the blowing crowd could hardly open their eyes.

"The master of martial arts soul, is the master of martial soul..."

Wang Qi, who was hiding behind Wang Heng, was terrized. He now extremely regrets his unscrupulous words just now.

Wu Pengwei narrowed his eyes and quietly stared at the other party. At this moment, all the external movements were excluded by him, and there was only this strange red-haired young man in his eyes.

The gray light fog in his mind floated out, and the rays condensed into a smooth mirror. The reflection of the red-haired youth appeared in it. The red light was clearly visible on him, rolling like a flowing stream.

And Wu Pengwei is analyzing the weakest point of his whole body.

The young man stepped forward, one meter after another approaching.

One instant brake, two instant brakes, three instant brakes.

When the fourth instant brake came, Wu Pengwei had not found the weakest point of his air, and at this time, the red-haired youth was already in front of him.

Take a deep breath, and the white light lingers into silk and condenses in the palm of the hand.

Wu Pengwei decided to try his best.

The wind fluctuated, and the hair of the red-haired young man flew, revealing another eye, red as blood.

Son of a sudden, just as the two were about to do it, the sound of horses' hoofs running in the distance came quickly.

The red-haired young man frowned, and then left a sentence "You are fortune-telling". He picked up the bag on the ground and carried it on his shoulder with his feet, and then he got into the crowd like a light smoke and disappeared.

Wu Pengwei felt relieved, and the huge pressure dissipated. At this time, he found that the cold sweat unconsciously wet his back, and the wind blew, and it was cool.

And now, it is the deep winter of thick clothes.

"Make way, get out of the way. Who dares to fight on the street? I really think that the guards in Wuwang City are vegetarian."

The crowd was separated. A group of tall and broad-armed men with bronze halberds and strode in. Wang Heng quickly took out his waist card and told the other party his identity. Ge Wei saw the ultimatum and waist card, released several people, and couldn't help complaining about them.

After watching the bustle, the crowd suddenly dispersed. Wu Pengwei stood still, and there was only one thought in his mind.

"Who is the red-haired young man with a blood-red goal?"

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He bypassed an alley and walked into a dark corner. The red-haired young man opened a rusty bronze door and walked in.

Behind the bronze door is a winding aisle leading to the ground, which is dark and deep, and the end cannot be seen.

The red-haired young man was obviously familiar with such an environment and stepped down without a trace of stagnation.

His pace was very fast, and it didn't take long to reach the end. He turned a corner, put the bag on his shoulder on the ground, then took out the fire fold in his arms, lit it, and threw it into the brazier on the wall. When the flames roared, there was light in front of him.

is a wide underground space with a radius of about 200 meters. It is dark, humid, and has a pungent smell.

A man wrapped in a black robe sat cross-legged in the middle, unable to see his head and face, or a trace of exposed skin, like a dark shadow.

"Have you brought the goods?" The shadow opened its mouth, and its voice was hoarse like a stone grinding through the metal.

"Bring it." The red-haired young man opened the bag next to his feet, and a coma man was exposed. His arms were extremely long, and his palms were covered with cocoons. At first glance, he was a practitioner.

"What level." The shadow asked again.

"The martial soul is in the first stage. It takes some tampers and feet. The kung fu is good." The red-haired young man patted the unconscious man and reminded him with one foot.

The man suddenly woke up, was stunned for a moment, and then roared. His palms were full of green light and rushed to the red-haired young man beside him. The young man punched the other party's chest directly, and the fiery red energy hit the other party's chest, like a heavy hammer hitting, which suddenly made the other party faint again.

"This is the first time to refine people." The shadow watched the red-haired young man drag the man out of the bag, tied his hands and feet, and filled him with some thick black soup.

"The fifty-eighth, teacher." The red-haired young man said while pouring.

"It's fifty-eight..." The shadow sighed: "If you can't succeed by sixty, crazy day, I think it's okay."

"No, teacher." The red-haired young man threw the man to the ground and shook his head firmly.

"But if you keep committing crimes in Wuwang City like this, you will be caught one day. If you meet the people of the Wu family, you will live worse than death."

"Teacher, I won't give up. If I can't catch anyone, I will try it myself. Anyway, you must create the 'crazy rhinoceros skill' successfully, and I will also use the 'crazy rhinoceros skill' you created to get my justice." The red-haired young man crawled over and kept kowtowed to the shadow.

"It's been 18 years, it's been 18 years, and it's been 18 years since Xiao Fang died. Just get up. The martial arts family owes you too much to your mother and son. Let's have a try and see if I can create a new martial arts again." The shadow waved his hand and motioned the young man to get up.

At this time, the man lying on the ground moved, and then opened his eyes. His eyes were empty and no longer the original Qingming.

Come here

The shadow opened his mouth, and there was a magic sound in his voice.

The man moved for a moment and mechanically walked towards the black shadow. The shadow stretched out his hand as thin as a bird's claws and pressed it on the man's forehead. Two red lights appeared on his dark head. The red light was like a tangible substance, constantly injected into the man's eyes.

After a while, the shadow let go of his hand and gasped loudly.

And the man kept trembling all over his body, and then involuntarily practiced strange skills.

At the foot of the man, where the fire lingered, there were white bones with mottled blood everywhere.

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