Chapter 36 Monk and Martial Slave

The dense forest is extremely large. It comes out day and night. It hunts the birds and beasts in it, eats its meat, and thirsts its blood. After a series of nearly a month's journey, it finally reaches the edge of this vast dense forest.

The elegant style of the past is gone. At this moment, Wu Pengwei looks like a savage.

For more than a month, in addition to rushing the road, he has almost all his mind is focused on his own martial arts, especially the revised "Maha Da Zhenyan Wheel" and the self-created iron pliers and leg method, which are becoming more and more perfect. As for the "black fog qi" law obtained by killing Yin Wu Jiu because of the lack of strength, Wu Pengwei It's just careful deliberation, understanding the essence of the gods, and there is no rash practice.

What's more, each of the four thousand martial arts in the divine world is extremely exquisite. With Wu Pengwei's current vision and knowledge, he wants to simplify it, but he can't.

And the "Maha Great Truth Wheel" is the martial arts of the eight sects. It is not among the four thousand martial arts, but the structure and mystery can be changed. This is also the strength of the eight sects. Each of them has some extremely powerful martial arts, and the power is not lower than some four thousand martial arts, which can attract countless talents to invest. Shit, take charge of the star cow ears.

The forest is sinking again, with dozens of meters. In the distance, there is a more open and distant plain. The terrain of the Six Realms of Shen Nian is relatively strange, and it is full of empty plains. The terrain is uneven. At a glance, it is extremely desolate. It is said that this is because the Six Realms of Shen Nian were originally a huge star without friends. Chen, but because the battle of the gods is finally divided into six, this endless desolate plain is the best proof.

Therefore, there is another name for the Six Realms of Divine Nian: Return to the Ruins.

Return to the ruins and bury the graves of the gods.

Wu Pengwei swallowed the blood of the beast. The smell of fishy smell rolled into his throat, and his chest was hot. This was the bad thing caused by the blood of the alien beast. The alien beast with a squirrel head and a civet cat's body was thrown to the ground by him and drank all the blood. He flew up and jumped out of the dense forest.

The plain is open, and there are fierce strange beasts rushing back and forth everywhere. Unlike the monsters in the Fenglan mainland, these strange beasts are more powerful and wiser. They will not attack human beings for no reason, but only patrol with cold eyes. The depths of the tight pupils of the beasts flash a terrible light, not wild, but cold. , deep cold.

Don't mess with me, or I will tear you up.

Such a message is accurately conveyed in the pupils of foreign beasts on the plain.

This surprised Wu Pengwei a little, but he is too lazy to care about these strange beasts. Most of the strange beasts on the plain are not in the stream. Most of them are in the realm of citizens. They are really strong and fierce. The strange beasts that can fight against the heavenly soldiers and even the elite warriors are day and night.

The dark night is the paradise of foreign beasts.

At this moment, as the dawn is approaching, some fierce foreign beasts have long been in their nests and have fallen asleep. With the peak strength of Wu Pengwei's "Heavenly Soldier", they don't have to be too afraid of these strange beasts. Unless they encounter strange beasts, they don't have to care.

He smelled of blood on his body, and he was as flexible as smoke when he ran, and the idle beasts did not want to provoke him.

"Black-footed wolf, three-headed bee, rotten vulture... Fortunately, most of them are not aggressive." Wu Pengwei flew all the way and kept inspecting the varieties of these foreign beasts. For a while, he felt that he had gained a lot of knowledge.

Unfortunately, he does not have a deep understanding of the system of the six worlds of divine thoughts. Most of the books in the universe bag are similar to forging and how to quench the soul fire. Secondly, there is gossip, miscellaneous theory involving astronomy and geography, and foreign beasts, but there is no detailed introduction.

This is also the reason why Wu Pengwei's time under the "Ghost Master" was too hasty and has not been taught by the system.

Not far away, there is a clear pool. A huge black-footed wolf hides behind a three-height mine, which is very delicate. The black figure is perfectly integrated with the ink mountains and rocks. If it hadn't been for Wu Pengwei's cautious nature and sharp eyes, he might not have been able to find it.

The strength of this black-footed wolf is not strong among foreign beasts. It is equivalent to a martial slave with six rings of gods. It is nothing on this vast plain, but when the dawn is approaching, it can still show off its prestige.

It was hungry all night and was already hungry, waiting for the prey to be delivered to the door.

Wu Pengwei glanced at the black-footed wolf. Behind the strange beast nearly two meters high, there was a faint dark shadow condensed. He just glanced at it without any stagnation, as if he had never noticed the black-footed wolf, let alone the faint virtual shadow behind it. He stepped out, jumped next to the pool, raised his hands, and took a few sip. Clear water.

At this moment, a fishy wind roared behind him. Wu Pengwei's eyes tightened slightly, but his body did not move.

"Sin's evil, don't be rampant."

A loud shout sounded after the orangutan wind, and then it came first. A strong palm wind swept by, and the black-footed wolf let out a low howling and fell to the ground.

Only then did Wu Pengwei pretend to come to his senses and looked at the body of the black-footed wolf on the ground, looking frightened.

"Oh, it's so close. It's actually a fierce black-footed wolf. Thank you for saving me." Wu Pengwei patted his chest for fear, withdrew his "undetermined" eyes, and bowed to the life-saving benefactor in front of him.

"Ha ha, it doesn't matter. It hasn't been a day or two for this evil barrier to attack the source of drinking water. The evil barrier is deep, and the poor monk just surpassed it with one palm. It's my responsibility." The savior is a fat-headed and fat-brained monk, wearing a loose light yellow jacket, with a kind face and a smile, which makes people feel close at a glance.

Wu Pengwei shook his head and said, "Anyway, it was the master who saved me and asked Rong Xiao to worship me."

"Alas, come on, my disciple of Mahasect, I have always been looking for kindness. Get up. The flesh and blood of this black-footed wolf is quite delicious. You can bake it with me and eat it." When the fat monk turned his head, a cunning and cold light flashed through his eyes, which was fleeting.

He took out the flint, skinned the black-footed wolf and took out the internal organs. The fat monk was skillful, and he didn't know where to find a grill to put the wolf's body on the fire and roast it on the fire.

The firelight reflected the monk's smile, which seemed a little strange.

"The donor, where do you come from?" The monk asked softly.

Wu Pengwei looked at the enchanting firelight, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "I came up from the mine, and there was a riot there. I slipped out. Don't catch me."

The monk waved his sleeve and said decisively, "How come, the monk is merciful. What's more, I, Mahazong, have always controlled the ox ears of Maha Star, and I can't stand the abuse of martial arts slaves for a long time." The monk smiled more and more brightly.

"However, since the donor comes from the mine, can he collect some star iron?" The fat monk continued to ask with a smile.

"Star Iron?" Wu Pengwei hesitated for a moment, lowered his head, and whispered for a while, "There are a few pieces, but I heard that this thing is valuable, I want to find a place to change it."

"It's a fat sheep." The fat monk was happy in his heart, and his surface was silent. First, he tore off a fresh and tender wolf leg and handed it to Wu Pengwei. Then he said, "Donor, there is a red sky city in front of him, which is one of the 580 cities of Maha Star. The city owner Red Flame is a fierce and old-fashioned family. His strength has reached the terrible 'God' level, three Thousands of years old, you have a thousand soldiers, ten elite guards, a control of six million miles, and tens of millions of citizens. There is a martial slave like you who escape from the mine without mercy.

Wu Pengwei saw what the monk said was extremely tragic. At that moment, he was happy, but on the surface he cooperated and said, "What's good, what's good is this? The master save me. The master must save me."

"Amitabha Buddha." The fat man announced a Buddha's name. In an instant, his face was dignified, and he really looked like a fat Bodhisattva. "I am a true disciple of the future Maitreya Buddha, one of the three Maha sects. Stop killing Pingge is exactly what our generation did. Don't worry, I have a token of 'Red Sky City'. It's okay to go in and out. You can follow me, but... ......" The monk's voice was stunned, and his face was embarrassed.

"But what?" Wu Pengwei followed the words.

"But you know, the doorman is very strict. Even if I have a token, the donor is a martial slave. It's inconvenient. I'm afraid I need some money. I've always practiced ascetic money. Money is like dung, and I don't have much on my body. This is troublesome. If the donor trusts me, it's better to give me some valuable homes. Can I deal with it for you? The fat man smiled, and the fat accumulated on his face and rolled like a meat wave. At this moment, the Bodhisattva turned into a mortal.

"Valued things..." Wu Pengwei longed his tone and hesitated for a while. Then he took out a few star money from his arms. It was the change found by Long Huo and buying sugar-coated haws when he went to the "Qianqi Market".

The fat monk had blue veins on his forehead. He tried his best to control his emotions and let the pronunciation continue to be calm and neutral: "Donor, this money is only enough to buy a sugar gourd. Will the 'Heavenly Soldier' who watches the door covet you a sugar gourd?"

Wu Pengwei smiled secretly, but said, "But I only have so much!"

"Damn thing, why don't you understand it like wood?" The fat monk cursed in his heart and continued with a smile, "Don't you have a few pieces of star iron?"

"Ah, that's the capital for me to live in the future." Wu Pengwei was a little reluctant.

"Don't worry, when you enter the city, I will find a temple for you to practice, take off the shackles on your forehead and become a citizen as soon as possible."

"No, the brothers in the mine said that there are many liars in the divine world."

"But I'm from Maha Sect. Why should I lie to you about these pieces of star iron..."

"It's not that I don't believe in the master, but I still enter the city and the temple. Can I hand over the star iron to the master?"

"I can't get in with you."

"This is also very simple. The master will find some money in the temple of the city. If you have enough, you can come out and take me into the city, won't it be settled? I'm so weak that I can't be a master. I'm sure I won't cheat when I go in. All my life is that of a master, not to mention a few pieces of star iron?

The monk was speechless and recovered after a while.

The fat monk suppressed the impulse to slap each other to death, lowered his eyelids and pronounced the Buddha's name. This time, he really calmed the murderous spirit in his heart: "It's not that I don't want to help the predestined person. It's really the benefactor's stupid. That's all. The poor monk should leave."

The monk turned around and wanted to leave, but unfortunately, the other party had no intention of retaining him at all.

The fat monk was anxious. Now he turned around and shouted, "Kid, your brain is full of shit. Is life more important or the star iron? You can't play with me."

Wu Pengwei was shocked, and the wolf's leg at hand was also thrown away. He said, "Master, why are you swearing?"

The fat monk was furious: "Task you, I'll slap you to death."

The monk raised his palm, and the power of the three real dragons behind him appeared, jumping high, like a talking toad, his whole body was swollen, and a palm bombarded down.

Wu Pengwei's eyes were smiling, and his left hand lifted up and collided straight up.

This palm is like thunder, and there is a Buddha's truth flashing on it, and four colorless charms are rotated around, like the light of a wheel, and on the top of Wu Pengwei's head, the power of eight true dragons rises in an instant.

"What...?" The fat monk was shocked. Before his voice was made, he was blown backwards by the other party's palm, and fell to the ground like a broken sack.

He was paralyzed to the ground like a dead dog. He was bleeding with seven holes and spitting blood foam in his mouth. Looking at Wu Pengwei, his eyes were wide open. He struggled with all his strength and asked, "You... you clearly... are... a... martial slave, how...?"

Wu Pengwei squatted down and said with a smile, "You liar can pretend to be a monk of Mahazong. Why can't I pretend to be a martial slave?" He took off the iron ring on his forehead with a smile.

As soon as the fat man opened his eyes, he suddenly became angry and died.