The Monkey King

The wind chime hurriedly pushed open the monkey's ajar door, but there was no one in the house.

She was stunned.

The monkey is not here, and neither is Yang Chan.

"them……"

Feng Chime panicked, tears welling up in her eyes.

At this time, a noise came from afar, on the other side of the mountain.

She turned around and looked into the distance in horror.

"Monkey...is a monkey..."

She looked like a helpless child in the moonlight.

Biting her lip lightly, she turned around and ran into her room, opened the wooden box and took out a wooden box.

When she opened the wooden box, she obviously hesitated, but it was only for a moment. The next moment, she gritted her teeth, opened the wooden box, and put the pill inside into her mouth.

…

Beside the reeds, the monkey bared its teeth and roared like a wild beast. It opened its hands slightly and showed its sharp nails.

Scarface shook his head and assumed a bare-handed fighting stance.

"We were just following orders, and we offended you, Uncle Master."

Behind him, the one-eyed dragon's hand had already pressed on the handle of the knife, but he was not in a hurry to take it out of the sheath.

The footsteps in the distance are getting closer and closer. Once you are really surrounded, you will never have a chance to escape.

Turning around and jumping, the monkey quickly jumped onto the green rock one foot high on the side.

The one-eyed dragon just stroked the handle of the knife and stared at the monkey coldly, but had no intention of pursuing him.

But Scarface has already followed the monkey up to Qingyan.

Before he could stand firm, the monkey roared and swept past him in the air.

Scarface didn't panic, shrank slightly, and casually grabbed the monkey's ankle.

However, the next moment, he was stunned.

The monkey was as desperate as a wild beast caught in a trap. The caught foot retracted hard, and its entire body was brought to Scarface.

This is simply an unconventional way of fighting. It should even be said that this is not the way humans fight at all.

Up close, Scarface saw clearly the hideous, snarling face covered with veins, like a roaring evil spirit from the underworld.

At that moment, his heart skipped a beat, he was scared, he was really scared.

After letting go of the monkey's foot, the punch that was supposed to be thrown was instead used to protect his face.

The two collided hard.

The monkey grabbed Scarface's wrist, and blood splattered.

A scream.

After a heavy impact, the two people flew away from Qingyan and fell towards the ground.

One foot high may not be a big deal to immortal cultivators, but it is not something that can be completely ignored.

For these low-level immortal cultivators, they should have retained their instinctive fear.

But the monkey didn't.

There is no trace of fear, just like an unsheathed knife, only attack, no fear.

Even when he was flying in the air, even when he was falling at high speed, there was no pause in his movements. His attacks were only attacks, and they were unbelievable attacks, so simple that only instinctive attacks remained.

The only remaining eye of the one-eyed dragon opened as if it was about to fall off. He opened his mouth wide and stared at the scene in front of him in stunned silence. He even forgot to help his companions.

The monkey's attack is the simplest and most direct, scratching with nails and biting with mouth.

Scarface, who was left in panic and defensive, was tightly wrapped around the monkey before he even had time to distance himself.

Clamping Scarface's waist with both feet, the monkey pressed towards Scarface, biting crazily.

Falling heavily to the ground, Scarface let out a muffled groan, but the monkey, who was also injured, didn't even give him a chance to scream, and immediately pounced on it again.

It pounces on its prey like a wild animal. .

In front of him, Scarface could only defend. Although as he had expected from the beginning, if everyone were to fight the monkeys openly, they would not be his opponent, but in the blink of an eye, Scarface had lost first of all in terms of morale, completely. All that is left is struggle.

"No—don't—"

The hysterical screams finally woke up the Cyclops who was standing aside. He quickly waved his hand, and with a piercing whistling sound, the scimitar wrapped around his waist flew out in the air. As the Cyclops pinched it with both hands, the scimitar seemed to have something. It spun quickly like a spiritual creature, spinning towards the monkey.

"Shua——"

In order to avoid the whizzing machete, the monkey had to stop biting Scar's face, distanced himself and jumped onto the rock wall nearby. He stepped on the rock wall with both feet and grabbed the hanging vine with one hand, hanging in the air. He was ready to attack at any time, veins suddenly appeared, he grinned and roared.

At this time, he was covered in blood, other people's blood, and under the moonlight, his face became more and more ferocious.

The one-eyed dragon quickly ran over and helped Scarface up.

Sitting up shivering, Scarface lowered his hands to protect his face.

At this time, he was trembling, covered in blood, his hands, chest, and even face were covered with scratches, and a piece of flesh was even torn off from his forearm.

The piece of meat was hanging from the corner of the monkey's mouth.

Everything just happened so fast and suddenly that the one-eyed dragon was frightened before he even had time to react.

Although they privately called the monkey a beast, they never imagined that it was really a wild beast.

At this time, both of them were shocked and speechless.

The monkey's eyes turned slightly to the side. This small movement was quickly caught by the Cyclops. Following the direction of his fingertips, the scimitar circled back and forth in the air, quickly blocking the monkey's path.

Obviously, this scimitar is a magical weapon.

The monkey wiped his mouth, threw away the piece of meat hanging around his mouth, glared and shouted: "You still want to continue?"

That face, that expression, crazy and slightly provocative, made these two Taoist cultivators, who were far beyond him in the Nashen Realm, feel frightened and couldn't help but move back.

Cultivation of immortality is for life, not for death. The enlightened person seeks advantages and avoids disadvantages. They have never encountered such a crazy cultivator as Monkey, who is always in a desperate posture.

Such people will probably die before they reach the pinnacle of spiritual practice. And they have no interest at all in fighting such people.

But Dantongzi has an order to let go, which is absolutely not allowed!

Scarface finally regained his composure, struggled to stand up, and dispersed to both sides with the one-eyed dragon, staring at the monkey cautiously, but not daring to make any further movements, as if waiting for other Taoist disciples to arrive.

These injuries did not make Scarface lose his fighting ability. Although the Enlightened One was not good at fighting, there was a whole level of difference in cultivation between the two.

And, right now, it’s two against one!

In the distance, in the shadow of the trees, Yang Chan squatted in the grass and stared at everything in front of her, covering her mouth with both hands. After a long time, Fang sighed softly: "This monkey... is so wild!"

After saying that, the surprise on his face slowly turned into joy, and he actually giggled, seeming to be more interested.

The noise in the distance was closer, and there seemed to be a lot of people.

"Get out of the way -!" the monkey roared at the two.

The roar frightened Scarface, but that was all. He had no intention of retreating. Instead, he took out two one-foot-long three-edged iron claws from his sleeves and put them on his palms.

This should be his magic weapon.

No, we can't wait any longer. Once those people arrived, it was impossible for the monkey to escape. No one knows what will happen next.

The monkey kicked his feet on the rock wall and was ejected like Li Xuan's arrow. What greeted him was the scimitar that had been prepared!

Seeing that the scimitar was about to cut off the monkey's head, Yang Chan began to hesitate to save it. After all, if the monkey died like this, it was not the result she wanted.

However, at the moment she hesitated, the monkey stretched out his hand and hit the scimitar.

A sharp wail sounded.

The timing was extremely accurate, and he directly blocked the attack of the scimitar and threw it several feet away, at the cost of a sky full of monkey hair.

When they landed, the two of them could clearly see the bare patch on the monkey's forearm that was rapidly oozing blood. It was obvious that it was not just the tuft of monkey hair that had been shaved off - there was also a thin layer of skin and flesh!

"Crazy, crazy!" Yang Chan couldn't help laughing. This fighting method is simply... pure animality?

She completely believes that no one in heaven will like such an opponent. Even if they are slightly higher in cultivation, those Daluo gods will be completely defeated in the face of such an opponent - this is simply a pure fighting machine - using instinct Fighting!

Before the two of them could react, the monkey, enduring the severe pain, had already started running towards the way it came, using both hands and feet!

At this time, a large number of Taoist disciples had arrived in the distance behind the monkey. They were holding torches and holding various strange weapons, even wooden sticks and sickles.

But what if we get there?

Seeing that the monkey is about to disappear into the woods, let alone those ordinary Taoist disciples in the Concentration Realm, these two Nashen Realm disciples, do they have the courage to search for such a monkey in the woods?

At this moment, Monkey suddenly felt that his feet were off the ground and hanging in the air, as if a pair of invisible hands were pulling him behind him and forcefully pulling him back to the stone wall!