The First Cause of All Realms

Passing through the outer city and all the way out of the city, the entire team fell into silence.

Having lived in the inner city for a long time, most people do not know that the outer city has become like this, and they feel depressed for a while.

Of course, the greater depression came from the gloomy Wang Wu in the team.

"Is this blood like a cow? Or is it like a tiger?"

Feeling the heat coming from behind, Yang Yu pondered in his heart.

According to Wang Wu, once the blood is exchanged, the blood qi of the human body will surpass that of ordinary people, and until the inner qi nourishes the whole body, it can be nourished like a cow's blood qi.

The bull here is just a virtual finger, not a blood-changing warrior with the power of a bull.

In fact, someone as talented as Hu Wan could already wrestle with the buffalo before the blood exchange.

But it's just wrestling.

And the blood-changing warriors with qi and blood are like cows, and their fists, feet, and palms have their own huge blessings, and when they point to them, they are comparable to bulls rushing and rushing.

"This is at least three times of blood exchange, tsk, all the headhunters are so rich?"

Yang Yu guessed in his heart.

He is absolutely clearer than any martial artist about the progress of his own blood exchange, and he is also very clear that even if he exchanges blood twice, he will not be able to condense the blood of a cow.

From this, it is not difficult to infer the gap between him and Wang Wu.

But I don't know if I can stimulate my inner qi and violently 'decapitate'...

Thinking in his heart, Yang Yu couldn't help but glance back at Wang Wu, his eyes involuntarily fell on his neck that was as thick as a waist.

It takes at least three swords to cut it off, right?

"Um?"

Wang Wu was shocked and glared at him: "If you have a fart, let it go, don't keep staring at this uncle!"

Looking at Yang Yu, Wang Wu kept muttering in his heart.

The martial arts he learned are especially good at tracking, hiding, and sensing, and he is especially sensitive to other people's eyes, but not everyone can make him feel this way.

It might be an illusion once, but after another, I'm afraid it's not an illusion.

This kid must have the means to threaten him?

But how is this possible?

A hairy child who has undergone a blood exchange every time, it must be the illusion that his injuries are not healed.

"There is indeed something I want to ask your lord."

Naturally, Yang Prison would not miss a chance.

"Take a break!"

Glancing at the 'Xiang Yong' who were not in high spirits, Wang Wu snorted and walked towards the big stone beside the road.

There are no slates on the ground in the city of Montenegro. This so-called official road is just a slightly firmer dirt road. It is often messy and muddy.

Sitting on the ground is naturally impossible.

The rest of the people naturally have no opinion. In fact, most of them have long regretted it, and they killed the bandits for fifty taels of silver.

To them, this is simply ridiculous.

You know, any martial artist who has changed blood will have to spend one or two hundred taels of silver, or even more, just for a medicinal bath.

pity…

"When you ask a few questions, you have to answer a few of mine, isn't it fair?"

Wang Wuda sat down with a golden sword and said solemnly:

"go ahead."

"Um…"

Yang Yu lowered his head and pretended to ponder, but in fact he returned to the cauldron of gluttony and wrote down some words on the ghost-headed sword.

"This is?"

Seeing Yang Yu writing and drawing on the ground, Wang Wuben didn't pay much attention to it, but after a few glances, he couldn't help but be startled:

"This is 'Daowen'?! Good boy, you actually know how to write?!"

"Daowen? Dare to ask your lord, what is Daowen?"

Seeing that Wang Wu recognized the word, Yang Yu was overjoyed.

These days, people who can read and hyphenate are very rare. People who recognize ancient texts have never heard of Heishan City.

Unexpectedly, Wang Wu actually recognized it.

"I understand a little, I understand a little."

Wang Wu Lao blushed and pretended to be nonchalant:

"The so-called Taoist text is actually nothing unusual, but it was created by those Taoist priests who believed in 'feathering', adding and subtracting normal text, and pretending to do it."

Speaking of this, Wang Wu leaned down, looked at it carefully, and suddenly felt that his head was a little big.

Dao Wen is a very partial language. The reason why he recognizes some is because one of his own uncles went to the mountains to learn Dao.

But it's only a little bit of understanding.

On the ground at this time, Yang Prison wrote hundreds of characters in a row, only two of them could be recognized at a glance, and if you guessed, there were only a dozen or so.

"grown ups?"

Seeing Wang Wu's lingering silence, Yang Yu asked in a low voice.

Although he wanted to ask, he wouldn't copy it all down. He just picked out the most uncommon and unpredictable dozens of words out of thousands of words.

"this…"

Wang Wu coughed a few times, a little unable to hold his face:

"This word is pronounced as 'step', and these two are called 'god' and 'star'..."

These three are the words he most confirmed, and the rest are just guesswork.

But Yang Prison was stunned.

The first three words were excerpted from the hilt of the sword, and they were the name of this 'high and profound martial arts'.

Counting the words he guessed, he knew the name of this martial art.

It's just that this is martial arts? !

"...Ghosts and gods...Kuixing rank map?!"

As he muttered in his heart, for some reason, a strong throbbing filled the whole heart, and Yang Yu couldn't help but stretch out his hand to erase all the Taoist texts on the ground.

"This word should be, bird?... How did you erase it?!"

Wang Wu was still trying to guess, but when he saw that the words were gone, he breathed a sigh of relief, but there was dissatisfaction on his face.

Yang Yu calmed his mind and pointed to the distance:

"someone is coming!"

"Um?"

Wang Wu got up and saw smoke billowing behind him.

Accompanied by the sound of horses' hooves, it didn't take long for a catcher to come across the horse in a hurry.

"Sir, this is the secret letter from my family's head arrester!"

The catcher was disheartened, and after a while of beating, he handed him a secret letter sealed with lacquer.

"Secret letter..."

Wang Wu's expression became solemn, he tore open the letter and swept it, his brows suddenly twitched.

"There has always been only soldiers to arrest gangsters. UUkanshu www.uukanshu.com, have you ever seen gangsters arresting soldiers? How courageous, really brave!"

With a flick of his hand, the letter turned into powder, Wang Wu's beard and hair were all open, like an enraged tiger, the terrified Chakuai staggered back and almost fell to the ground.

Yang Prison was also close, only to feel the blood rushing to his face, there was a burning sting, and his heart couldn't help jumping.

It's just the mood swings, there's already such power.

The blood is like a cow...

"But I don't know, the 'nine bulls and two tigers' in my recipe..."

Yang Yu took a deep breath.

The ingredients are not much worse. It won't be long before he can verify his guess.

"Humph!"

On the other side, Wang Wu snorted coldly and called everyone up, ready to go.

By the way, he also left the fast-catching horse behind.

"This horse..."

That catcher had a bitter look on his face.

Yang Yu was still guessing what the letter said. Wang Wu had already turned on his horse.

"Go back and tell your family to catch the head, I have put away these chops!"

After saying that, without looking at the expression on the catching Kuai, he drove the horse forward:

"Everyone, follow along!"

As soon as Wang Wu slapped the horse and left, he didn't stop. By the time it was getting dark, the group of people had already followed the horse and ran for a full eight or nine miles.

Wait until Wang Wu turns over and dismounts.

The group of people behind him and the horse under him were all tired and almost slumped to the ground, sweating profusely.

"Black Wind Mountain..."

Yang Yu gasped heavily.

Wiped off the sweat and looked away.

There is a mountain range blocking the line of sight, among which there are many trees and trees, and there are groups of dangerous peaks.

Montenegro, here we are.

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