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

"It must have been the Immortal Chief of Penglai who defeated that man!"

Someone said.

"Yes, it must have been done by the Immortal of Penglai."

Others echoed.

It’s not that these people are stupid, it’s that they understand a truth. Who is the real master of Bailu City! No matter who is the person who did this, the credit must go to Penglai Immortal Chang. Only in this way can the shameful incident of Penglai Immortal being beaten be revealed, and the local forces like them, who are seeking a living under Penglai's hands, can live a good life.

On the other side, the old man in coir raincoat carried the half-dead Jun Tiansheng out of Bailu City.

In a few steps, we arrived at a deserted wilderness.

This is already the Wild Wolf Mountain ten miles outside Bailu City, and is the territory of the Wild Wolf Village, a flea-level force. However, no one, whether it was the old man in coir raincoat or Jun Tiansheng, who was controlled by him, paid attention to the flea-level forces.

"This is it."

The old man in coir raincoat casually threw Jun Tiansheng on the ground, then took out a shovel from the side and started digging.

It looked like he was planning to bury this guy.

"You think you won?"

Jun Tiansheng, who was lying on the ground, calmly looked at the behavior of the old man in coir raincoat, as if he was not the one who was going to be buried next.

"Winning or losing is not something a little person like me can care about."

The old man in coir raincoat continued to dig the hole. Judging from his skillful movements, it was obvious that this was not the first time he had done this.

"I am only responsible for completing the tasks assigned by the master and do not care about anything else."

"Your master won't be able to rest for long. This world has been in chaos for too long, and it's time for it to end."

The pattern on Jun Tiansheng's arm roared crazily, trying to break free of the restraints.

But the power attached to the two bamboo poles of the old man in coir raincoat just happened to restrain them, so no matter how hard he struggled, he could not break this bondage.

"Unlike you, the leaders of the heaven, who have great ambitions, we little people only care about our own one-third of an acre of land and are satisfied with just having enough to eat." As he spoke, the old man in coir raincoat had almost dug the hole.

The speed with which this old man digs holes is truly unparalleled.

"Let's hit the road."

Jun Tiansheng's expression changed. The reason why he mentioned the owner of the old man in coir raincoat was to arouse his curiosity.

As long as he has what he wants to know, he can survive.

This time he was accidentally hit. Once he recovers, the old man in coir raincoat may not be his opponent.

"etc."

Bang!

A shovel hit him in the face.

The demon power in his body circulated and quickly repaired the fatal injury on his head, but before he could speak again, the second spade and the third spade followed.

Throw it into a pit and fill it with soil.

After a while, a small earth bag was completed.

No one could have imagined that a strong man from the ‘Heaven Realm’ was actually buried here.

Tianjie is the top force equal to Huangquan. Their origins can be traced back to the time of the Human Emperor, and even to the beginning of the pollution of heaven and earth. The force that has lasted for thousands of years is like a tentacle in the dark, affecting the entire world in every aspect.

The ghost market that Wu Chong visited once was the territory belonging to Huangquan.

After burying the person, the old man in coir raincoat took the bamboo hat he had left behind while working, put it on his head again, put the shovel back behind his coir raincoat, picked up the bamboo pole, and whistled into the distance.

The mist floated over, and a bamboo raft floated along the mist.

The old man in coir raincoat jumped lightly, stepped on the bamboo raft, propped up the bamboo pole in his hand, and the figure disappeared into the mist.

After a long time, the fog dissipated.

Yelang Village returned to calm, as if nothing had happened, except for a small dirt bag in the place.

Unnamed mountain top.

Back mountain cave.

Compared with the turmoil in the city, Wu Chong here is as calm as water. What I do most every day is to hibernate, sign in, breathe out, and then use experience points to upgrade new life skills. In the past few days, in addition to the skin painting technique that was upgraded to the level of magic, Wu Chong also picked up a new life skill.

Woodman Technique!

It is said that it was left over from a force called Shaolin Temple before the Human Emperor era.

It can be regarded as a kind of mechanism technique.

"panel."

Wu Chong thought, and a new panel was summoned by him.

Character: Wu Chong

Basic attributes: Perfection

Kung Fu: Breaking Limit Level 2

Realm: Early stage of entering Yin.

Life skills: Hex level 19.

Ever since Painted Skin Technique was upgraded to Painted Skin Magic Technique by him, there has been no change. He later took the time to click on it several times and upgraded it to level 19. In this 19th level, the painted skin magic has only become a little stronger, and has not changed as drastically as before. I don't know if the accumulated quantitative changes are not enough.

"Brother."

There was a voice coming from outside, and it belonged to the little boss Ding Jiu.

After Sun Dao died, the second masters of the village, You Kuan and Ding Jiu, were basically in charge. As Wu Chong's sister, Lianxing mostly helps him get information in the city, and Lianxing herself has a blood feud, so Wu Chong basically doesn't care about her on weekdays.

"Have you found the death row prisoner you were looking for?"

Wu Chong stood up and walked to the entrance of the cave.

"I brought three of them. According to your wishes, brother, they are all evil enough to get into trouble."

Although he didn't quite understand why the boss was looking for these people, Ding Jiu, who was used to his current status, knew that there were some things he shouldn't inquire about. Moreover, Sun Dao's death did not scare him. Until now, he still dreams of becoming an 'immortal leader'.

The ambitions at the bottom will not retreat because of fear.

"Put it inside."

After looking at the three death row prisoners who were tied to death, Wu Chong gave an order.

After he tricked his men to death last time, Wu Chong had another idea. Although people like Ding Jiu are not afraid of death, he still has to be careful. There are only a few subordinates that can be used now. Although their abilities cannot keep up, they can still be used to run errands. If these people are all dead. Then he will have to spend time to conquer the new subordinates, and they may not be as easy to use as Ding Jiu and others.

The three death row inmates who were thrown into the hole struggled desperately and made whining sounds.

"Master, there has been a lot of commotion in the city recently. Mr. Wang told us that it is best not to enter the city if we have nothing to do recently."

After sending the people there, Ding Jiu began to report on the recent developments in Bailu City.

The Mr. Wang he calls is Lao Wangtou.

After getting along for such a long time, the personal relationship between Lao Wangtou and Wu Chong has become very good, especially after they did dirty work together last time, the relationship has become even closer.

"anything else?"

Wu Chong picked up the food that Ding Jiu sent over and ate slowly.

"I heard from Mr. Wang that a real uncle has come to Bailu City. This uncle is looking for a box all over the world. This is the general appearance of the box. Mr. Wang found someone to copy it. It may not be precise." Wan Dingjiu took out the scroll that Lao Wangtou asked him to bring.

What is painted on it is the spiritual object box that Wu Chong went to the ghost market to dispose of not long ago.

The art of painting skin also comes from this box.