Chapter 29 Du Zun Mu Chunchun (,)

Zhu Shaoyang took a secret breath, but found that the air in this place was pitiful and there was a feeling of suffocation. Curious, he hurriedly opened his eyes. What he saw was layers of white fog, full of moisture, as if he were in another space.

"Damn it!" And when he looked down, he finally knew he was there.

How's it going? God feels good, doesn't it?" The joking voice of a fluffy-headed weirdo came. Yes, the place where the two are now is 90,000 miles away from the ground.

Teleportation, one of the symbols of Dou Zun. With the help of space, you can move anywhere at will.

"I, believe it, let's go down quickly!" At such a high altitude, thin oxygen can no longer sustain human survival for a long time.

"Okay, let's go down." This time, Zhu Shaoyang specially opened his eyes to see how the fluffy-headed monster did teleportation. However, the speed of teleportation is too fast, and the eye outlook changes several times faster than a person's heartbeat. He has no time to react and has already stepped on the ground.

He sat on the ground and took a few mouthfuls of oxygen greedily. At this time, Zhu Shaoyang's legs were shaking slightly.

He is indeed a fighting master, but why is he depressed here? Become so crazy? Are you crazy? Since he calls himself a poison master, he should also be a poison attribute fighter. Isn't it good for me to be nice to him?

"Good son, now I believe that my father is a poisonous master! Go into the bucket and I'll help you detoxify. Du Zun repeatedly asked for Zhu Shaoyang to enter the barrel. It can be seen that the Du Zun fell into madness, perhaps because of his son.

After clarifying everything, Zhu Shaoyang already has a plan in his heart.

"Father, the child's poison has been solved. Look, I'm fine!" Zhu Shaoyang stood up, moved his muscles and bones, and showed a great body. He didn't want to be thrown into that barrel again. In case he was cooked, wouldn't he die unjustly?

"So, what's wrong with your scales all over your body?" Du Zun still refused to give up.

"By the way, without this scale, your son would have been poisoned." Zhu Shaoyang had already prepared his words. The three-inch tongue was like a storyteller: "On that day, after I was poisoned, I thought I would die on the spot. Unexpectedly, a huge python suddenly came out. The python was as thick as a bucket, one foot long. The snake's letter spit out black air flowed out, and those cold eyes looked directly at me and looked at me. I'm sweating coldly..."

During Zhu Shaoyang's story, the poison master seemed to doubt what he said at all. He also sat aside and listened to Zhu Shaoyang's story patiently, like a child.

This story was told for half an hour under Zhu Shaoyang's special oil and vinegar. It was about spitting, dancing, and even a few sentences of modern popular words. This guy doesn't want to be a storyteller. He is really talented.

"Dad, do you have any water to drink?" At the end, Zhu Shaoyang, who had a dry mouth, said almost subconsciously.

"Dad? What father?"

"Uh... Dad means Dad." Zhu Shaoyang secretly shouted bad, was excited for a moment, and spilled the beans.

"Dad, Dad, that's a good name. You will call me that in the future. Dad, haha... Dad!" Du Zun said with an excited face, as if he had found a new continent.

"Er..."

In this way, Zhu Shaoyang settled here. Originally, he wanted to learn something from his adoptive father, but he got nothing. It was not that Poison Zun refused to teach him. It was really Poisonous that he couldn't remember anything. His memory was good and sometimes bad, and now he can only protect himself...

At night, the crescent moon hung in the air, and the faint luster sprinkled down the mountain forest. In the dark forest, there were a few low beast roars from time to time. This night, it seemed particularly calm.

After a day of suffering, Zhu Shaoyang went to bed early, and the slight snoring echoed in the cave.

Du Zun lay beside him, his eyes slightly closed, as if he were not sleeping.

Suddenly, Du Zun's slightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and the originally cloudy eyes flashed at this time, full of spirituality.

He slowly sat up and was stunned for a moment. When he heard Zhu Shaoyang's snoring, he turned his head to look at Zhu Shaoyang, who was already asleep.

"Who is he?" Du Zun muttered, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes. Obviously, he was very dissatisfied with Zhu Shaoyang's existence.

"Oh! He is a natural poison!" After careful examination, Du Zun found a clue and couldn't help adding a little curiosity to the teenager in front of him.

"If you are less than 20 years old, the fighter's sixth level, the blood vein mutation... What's wrong, how can it be?" As a fighting master, he showed a shocked face: "Poison elixir! What the hell happened to him? At a young age, he actually made a poison elixir, and it was still a double attribute cultivation!"

After the shock, Du Zun sighed helplessly: "I think that I have been across the holy continent for so many years, experienced countless ups and downs, and how many times have I lived and died before I practiced against the sky and became the second strongest person with a natural poisonous body in history. This child became a poison elixir at a young age and is also a blood variant of a manta python. This action is ancient and modern. If there is no accident, the future achievements will definitely be above me. God, you are so unfair!"

"No, the cultivation method of the condensation poison elixir was made by that pervert. Not many people in the world know. Could it be that he is the perverted disciple? If that's the case, I can't keep him." Mu Chunchun's face changed, as if he was afraid of something. His eyes looking at Zhu Shaoyang were full of murder.

Mu Chunchun was about to do it when Zhu Shaoyang suddenly turned over and his body squirmed, as if he felt abnormal. His eyes slowly opened, with a sleepy look.

"Dad, why don't you sleep yet?" Zhu Shaoyang rubbed his eyes and said lazily.

Mu Chunchun was stunned and said doubtfully, "What, what father?"

"Didn't you ask me to call you Dad? Dad means Dad." Obviously, Zhu Shaoyang did not notice the change of Mu Chunchun at this moment and thought that he was still a rational fool.

"He called me Dad!" In an instant, Mu Chunchun's eyes were filled with water mist, and a vague figure appeared in his mind, which was his son, his biological son. He hasn't heard the word father for a long time. Tens of emotions surged into his heart, and Mu Chunchun's body trembled slightly. The murderous intention just now gradually receded, and there was a trace of warmth in his cold eyes.

Zhu Shaoyang didn't know that he accidentally saved his life, and from now on, he really has a godfather at the level of Douzun.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?" Seeing Mu Chunchun's abnormality, Zhu Shaoyang asked.

After all, Mu Chunchun has been experienced for a long time, suppressing her inner excitement, and her voice replied tremblingly: "Oh, it's okay. Go to bed!" I'll sleep in a while."

Zhu Shaoyang answered, and there was no doubt that he lay down again and fell asleep again.

"Hey! Forget it, after so many years, let the past pass. The old pervert has been dead for so long. Even if this doll is his second disciple, he just got his manroir. Mu Chunchun thought that the biggest regret in his life was his son. It can be said that Zhu Shaoyang was the right bet.

"What's more, I still have a wish. Maybe he was given to me by God. Before I die, I did all the trivial things.

"I, Mu Chunchun, will accept you as the adopted son. I hope you can help me make a wish." Mu Chunchun said, stretched out his palm and gently put it on Zhu Shaoyang's chest, showing a purple-brown fighting spirit slowly rushing into his body, nourishing his bones and meridians everywhere.

Fighter, the beginner's absorption of fighting qi is a small operation on the meridians in the body, which only lays the foundation for absorbing the fighting qi between heaven and earth.

After being promoted to a fighter, there will be a major reform of the meridians. If you want to form a fighting cyclone, you must first rely on the characteristics of fighting qi to eliminate the impurities in the meridians, and then let the fighting qi flow along the veins every day to nourish and expand the narrow meridians and make them tougher and wider, which will accelerate the absorption of fighting qi from the outside world.

Therefore, the path of the fighter is the most critical step on the path of the fighter's cultivation, and the test is the fighter's patience.

There is a good saying in Shengqi Continent, "There are no three sexes, and it is difficult to do." It means that people who are not patient, patient and focused can't do anything on the way to practice.

What Mu Chunchun is doing now is to help Zhu Shaoyang consolidate his meridians. The latter had the foundation of poisoning and quenching the meridians. At this time, with the assistance of Dou Zun, he reached the ninth level of the fighter within half a year. If he can condense the first drop of ** fighting spirit, then he stepped out of the fighter and became a fighter and began to refine his body.

The next morning, as soon as the Oriental Chaoyang rose, Zhu Shaoyang woke up. This is the habit he has developed. He exercises every morning. Only in this way can his fighting skills be better developed.

It was the first time he left the cave. When he crept to the mouth of the cave, he found that the cave he was in was cut halfway up the mountain. Looking down, there was no bottom, and there were a few sharp calls from the thick fog from time to time.

Zhu Shaoyang was so excited that he had to give up his plan to go out of the cave to exercise and return to the cave dejectedly. He wanted to stay in the Warcraft Forest to practice, but he was trapped in this ghost place. What year and month will it take to get promoted to a fighter?

After returning to the cave, I looked at Mu Chunchun, who was still sleeping with some complaints and sighed, so I had to sit cross-legged and enter meditation.

Zhu Shaoyang, the sixth-order fighter, has a fighting cyclone in his body now the size of a basketball, and the fiery red fighting spirit is slowly flowing.

On it, the poison elixir is suspended, but the poison elixir at this time is dull, as if it has returned to its true color. Only when he practices, the toxins filtered in the body can be supplemented. It will take some time for his poison ability to reach its peak.

"Huh!" After a week of running the bucket qi cycle, Zhu Shaoyang found that overnight, his meridians were twice as wide as yesterday, and the time required to operate the bucket qi was also much faster. This change woke him up from meditation and was shocked and happy.

"Is it his hands and feet?" Zhu Shaoyang subconsciously looked at Mu Chunchun and said to himself, "Is he pretending to be stupid?"

Thinking of this, Zhu Shaoyang broke out in a cold sweat and played with a Dou Zun. What would happen?