Mixed martial arts: Others practice martial arts while I cultivate immortality

After gaining strength, Wu Chong got rid of the physical discomfort, rolled on the spot, kicked his feet on the ground, and rushed out towards the door like a cannonball.

He was the last to move, but the first to rush out.

Just two breaths before he rushed out, the oil lamp in the old shopkeeper's hand flickered and turned on again.

Si Dangjia and Er Mazi, who followed closely behind, watched helplessly as the door closed again. Wu Chong's expression changed when he saw this scene and he had just arrived outside the door. He knew that the evil thing could not be killed, but he did not expect that a full blow could only make the ghost sleep for a few breaths.

"Brother! Help me."

"no!!"

Two screams, and the inn completely disappeared.

Way to go, brother.

Every year during the Qingming Festival, my eldest brother will go to your grave and eat two more bowls of meat.

Wu Chong, who had narrowly escaped death, listened to the screams of the two younger brothers behind him and thought silently in his heart.

no way.

The eldest brother is so righteous.

sunny.

Wu Chong looked up at the sunshine outside, feeling like he was surviving a disaster.

His stronghold was destroyed, all the bandits except him were dead, and he was the only one left.

Although he, the boss, was only here temporarily, we had drinks together after all. Without his subordinates like this, he felt a little uncomfortable for a while, and finding the Immortal Leader later became troublesome again.

After relaxing, Wu Chong ate some dry food and found a hilltop to lie down and sleep.

This sleep was a dark one. When he woke up, the moon and stars were sparse in the sky. It was already midnight. There were no jackals, tigers or leopards passing by, but even if there were, they probably wouldn't dare to approach him because he The power from the demonic power still remains in his body.

Gululu.

I don’t know how long I slept, but my energy was restored, but I was a little hungry and I had finished eating all the dry food.

"I don't know where this place is? It doesn't seem to be the previous village."

After Wu Chong got up, he walked for a while and found a city.

The environment is completely unfamiliar.

It's not the village they fled to before.

This is a county town, and there is no curfew.

People were coming and going in the city, vendors were selling, and the accents sounded a bit strange. Wu Chong couldn't figure out where he was taken by that ghost. When he broke through the door and came out, the space clearly fluctuated. The area created by the ghost was probably a mobile field outside the real world, similar to a train. When you get on the bus, you are in the same village as before, and when you get off the bus, you will most likely end up in another place.

This experience gave Wu Chong a clearer understanding of the pollutants in this world.

Night demon.

Pollutants!

He was exposed to both of the two most terrifying things in the world.

Still managed to survive.

I just sacrificed some of my younger brothers a little bit.

The first time they were members of Daniu's Tiehe Gang, and the second time they were good brothers in the village.

But it's not a big problem.

That is to say, eating two more bowls of meat and drinking two more bowls of wine during Qingming Festival.

He, Master Wu, is famous for his loyalty.

‘Get some food first. ’

Wu Chong took out two big coins from his arms. They were the currency of this world. He had gotten them from Wang Yuanwai before.

"Two sesame cakes."

Wu Chong didn't care about the amount of money and just threw the big money away.

"okay!"

The vendor skillfully wrapped the sesame seed cakes and handed them over.

"Brother, I want to ask you something."

Wu Chong took a bite of the pancake. It was crispy and deep-fried, and tasted very good.

"Is our place Shangyuan City?"

Shangyuan City and Fusheng Society.

It was the most powerful force around the village before. People like Er Mazi all dreamed of joining Shangyuan City and becoming a member of the Resurrection Society. It's just that the uncles in other cities look down on their mud-legged people.

"I've never heard of it in Shangyuan City, but I've heard other guests mention it about the Resurrection Society you mentioned."

Wu Chong was generous, and the hawker made a lot of extra money, so naturally he knew everything.

"The Fusheng Society is the top sect in the northwest. There are top experts in the sect. I heard from the former bodyguard that the Fusheng Society's territory is three days away from us. You are asking about Shangyuan City. It should be from over there too.”

so far?

Wu Chong was also a little shocked, and he took a rough look.

This place is more than 800 miles away from his original village, and it passes through mountains, forests, and swamps. The journey is very long. Only some escorts who travel north and south have been there, and the hawker knows about it from the mouths of those escorts.

"Eight hundred miles of land!"

Wu Chong once again realized the power of pollutants.

A normal person wouldn't be able to travel so far in such a short time even if the carriage broke its legs, but that damn thing did it.

"Thank you!"

"Go on your way."

After bidding farewell to the vendors, Wu Chong walked around the entire street.

Late at night.

The vendors also closed their stalls one after another, and Wu Chong had nowhere to go, so he had to find an inn to stay.

This was the most solid sleep he had ever had since he came to this world.

Early the next morning.

Wu Chong left the inn and continued to search for information about the immortal.

The path of seclusion to accumulate experience has been somewhat stagnant at this stage. The experience gained every day is still the same as before, but the experience points consumed by the exercises are increasing. If this continues, he may not even have enough experience points to click on a skill.

Therefore, he must find new ways to increase experience, or enhance the skills he practices.

"It costs so much to buy a message?"

Bai Xiaolou.

This is the place where information is sold in Hades City, and it is also the largest gang-affiliated force in the entire Hades City.

Originally, after losing the group of bandits, Wu Chong wanted to spend money to solve the problem, and purchasing information was the first way he thought of. After spending a whole morning searching through channels, he finally found this information sales point, but the price the other party asked made him feel very insincere.

Ten years free subordinate contract.

He came to buy some news. This birdman actually wanted him to sign a slave contract.

This caused a dangerous thought to pop up in Wu Chong's mind.

"What do you think the news about immortals is? It's top-notch news that has a price but no market. A poor guy like you doesn't have any good things, so he wants to exchange some yellow and white things for this kind of news. What is it if it's not a daydream? Want to pursue the immortal You have to give up because of fate, but it’s just a ten-year thug contract, which is cheap enough.”

Shopkeeper Kuang, the person in charge of Baixiao Tower, rocked the recliner and the cattail leaf fan in his hand swayed slowly.

This guy never glanced at Wu Chong from beginning to end.

I really want to beat him to death!

Wu Chong squinted and took back the banknotes on the table. He ignored the fat shopkeeper on the recliner and turned around to go out.

He originally wanted to be a good person.

It's a pity that the world didn't give him a chance.

‘If you want to blame, blame the world! ’

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