Chapter 147 He Moved

Cui Wenzi was full of excitement, and took the Daquan of Cultivation Basic Pills from Zhou Yang's hand, and found that all of them were Cultivation Pills.

What are Qi Concentrating Pill, Marrow Washing Pill, God Gathering Pill...

Even if he can live forever in the world of mythology, it is difficult to hide the excitement in his heart.

This is a completely new alchemy system.

Although the elixir he refined could allow people to live forever, fundamentally speaking, after taking the elixir, they just became ordinary people with a long lifespan, without any supernatural power.

After sending away the intoxicated Cui Wenzi, Zhou Yang saw Hou Zhu, the god of iron courage, and the eighteen bronze men of the Condor Heroes returning to Wanjielou with Hydra Bai.

With a light wave of Zhou Yang's hand, the Hydra turned into a stream of light and fell behind the Wanjie Tower.

"I won't give you the task rewards, but you can enter the world of Underworld without paying 100 value points." Zhou Yang said to the Eighteenth Bronze Man.

The Eighteen Bronze Men were excited when they heard the words. With their identities, they might not be able to enter the world of Underworld Legends.

But now it's free, and they can get a little bit of eighteen coppers casually, and that's a worthwhile trip.

"Shenhou, you can also go back and bring some people, just like them." Zhou Yang said, the world of Underworld is so big, there is not much difference between going one day earlier and one day later.

After the God of Tiedan Hou Zhu ignored him and the Eighteen Bronze Men bowed down, the God of Tiedan Hou Zhu ignored him and returned to the world of No. 1 Under Heaven. He summoned his men, and the Eighteen Bronze Men took iron rods and rushed to the world of Legend of the Underworld.

Not long after the Tiedan God Hou Zhu Wushi and others left, Mingjiao Yang Xiao also brought the Mingjiao disciples, and carefully carried the small peach tree requested by Zhou Yang.

The small flat peach tree is about ten feet high, and the thickness of ten people hugging it. Each root is three to four meters long. Every branch and leaf of it is like a black jade carving, as if it can drip jade juice, full of thick vitality.

Moreover, there are bowl-sized, brightly colored, crystal-like peaches hanging on the tree. There are about hundreds of them, and they look extraordinary.

Zhou Yang touched it lightly, and the little peach tree disappeared without a trace in an instant. At a place tens of feet away from the Hydra cypress, the little peach tree stood upright.

"Yang Xiao, you can take all these people behind you into the world of Underworld." Zhou Yang put the little peach tree in his bag, and he was in a good mood, pointing to the twenty or thirty people behind Yang Xiao.

"Thank you shopkeeper." Yang Xiao and the Mingjiao disciples behind him said excitedly.

Watching the Mingjiao people marching into the world of Underworld, Zhou Yang took out the mission book. He still has two troublesome missions to arrange.

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World of Underworld.

The sweeping monk has always believed that even if he has not reached the state of Bodhidharma, the Buddha is me, and I am the Buddha, but the mentality of calmness like water and calm waves should have already been achieved.

I stayed alone in the Sutra Pavilion of Shaolin Temple for more than forty years, not communicating with anyone, just peeping occasionally, watching quietly, without saying a word.

How many people can endure loneliness like this?

But in Wanjie Tower, his mentality of still water was broken unexpectedly.

Fortunately, by reciting Buddhist scriptures by myself, I calmed down and returned to the state of no waves in the ancient well.

However, who knew that just after entering the world of Underworld, they would meet the Mongolian national teacher Jinlun Fawang and his party.

"My Buddha is merciful." The sweeping monk whispered, followed Abbot Xuanci and his group and walked quietly in another direction.

I don't know if it's their good luck or bad luck.

The two of them hadn't gone far when they encountered a wave of more than a dozen werewolves attacking them.

Looking at the membership card glowing red, Abbot Xuanci and the others naturally would not let them go, and the two sides fought.

It may be myself, who is used to appearing last.

The sweeping monk watched quietly,

Abbot Xuanci and others fought together with the werewolf.

Who would have thought that the Golden Wheel Fawang in the rear would kill the werewolf like a humanoid beast regardless of his actions.

How do these ordinary werewolves compare with the Golden Wheel Dharma King who has cultivated to the eleventh level of Dragon Elephant Prajna Kungfu?

A dozen werewolves, including the werewolf that Abbot Xuanci and the others fought, were all killed by Jinlun Fawang like cutting melons and vegetables.

The floor-sweeping monk just watched quietly, not saying a word, not caring, not making a sound.

"The national teacher really deserves to be the number one expert in Mongolia." Mongolian Great Khan Meng Ge said excitedly, a dozen werewolves killed the entire army so easily and wiped out.

With the strength crushed by Jinlun Fawang, it's not like killing a werewolf when meeting a werewolf, and killing a vampire when meeting a vampire.

"Khan should take out the blood of the werewolf first." Yin Kexi, another Mongolian expert beside him, reminded.

Yin Kexi has a high nose, deep eyes, curly hair and a yellow beard. He is a barbarian, but he is wearing Hanfu, with pearls hanging around his neck and jade bracelets on his wrists. He is full of jewels. He is afraid that others will not know that he is a local tyrant.

Mongolian Great Khan Meng Ge quickly ordered Daerba, the second apprentice of Jinlun Fawang behind him, to remove the crystal bottle from the backpack behind him.

"Khan, the painstaking efforts of these werewolves add up to more than a thousand value points. With the strength of the master of the state, if we encircle and suppress another werewolf, we can buy a copy of the cultivation method." Nimoxing was a little excited Dao, with his status in Mongolia, he should be able to watch the cultivation method.

The sweeping monk just listened quietly, more than a thousand value points?

It seems that these more than a thousand value points can be used as member value points.

And the Peiyuan Gong he wants to buy is only 3000 value points, and this wave of werewolves is already worth one-third.

"The old monk over there, come over and help us dissect some werewolves." Jinlun Fawang looked at the dumbfounded sweeping monk and ordered.

Thought he was scared stupid by his unrivaled martial arts, but he couldn't let him go.

"Aw! Aw! Aw!"

At this moment, a long and shrill wolf howl resounded through the sky.

"Everyone is ready, I'm afraid another werewolf is coming." Jinlun Fawang said a little excitedly, after killing another wave, the cultivation method will be obtained.

"Come here quickly." Jinlun Fawang yelled at the sweeping monk.

The sweeping monk raised his head and looked quietly at the arrogant Jinlun Fawang.

"National Teacher, be careful, these three werewolves are very fierce." Meng Ge, the Mongolian Great Khan, looked at the membership card with a bright red glow on his body, and couldn't help reminding.

These werewolves are so fierce.

"Don't worry about Khan, it's a great harvest. I'm afraid these werewolves are at least intermediate-level, and they may have high-level blood. If you kill these three werewolves, you can easily obtain the cultivation skills." Jinlun Fawang said indifferently. Although the three werewolves Fierce, but compared with him, there are still many gaps.

"Old man, you are already over a hundred years old." Just as Jinlun Fawang was about to kill the werewolf again with excitement, the floor sweeping monk standing quietly beside him murmured softly.

"Over a hundred years old, do you want me to take pity on you?" Jinlun Fawang said disdainfully.

"I can't wait any longer." The sweeping monk finished speaking and stood quietly. The next moment he waved his robe, the three werewolves were already bleeding from their seven orifices and fell to the ground dead.

"Thank you old monk for your help, all these werewolves belong to me." Jinlun Fawang said with a cold look on his face.

He also has a certain understanding of the martial arts of the Central Plains, like a Yang finger, one can send out internal force outside the body, killing people dozens of feet away.

Shaolin Temple has been passed down for hundreds of years, King Jinlun thought it was just a kind of martial arts used by the sweeping monk, but he was a little surprised by the deep inner strength of the sweeping monk.

But thinking that this old monk is over a hundred years old, it's normal to have deep inner strength.

"You are the first time I have felt angry in more than 40 years." The next moment, the muddy eyes of the floor sweeping monk were full of light, as if lightning flashed across, fierce and menacing.

He moved!

boom! boom! boom! ······

Abbot Xuanci and the others saw an afterimage left by the sweeping monk, and then all the members of the Mongolian team flew upside down, with blood running wildly from their mouths.

In particular, there is a clearly visible fist mark on Jinlun Fawang's face.

"Amitabha, good! Good! The abbot took all the blood and blood of werewolves away." The sweeping monk watched quietly, and the Jinlun Fawang and his party who fell to the ground with a look of fear said calmly.

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