The first cause of all realms

Chapter 42...Ghosts...Kuixing Rank Chart!

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

Living in the inner city for a long time, most people don't 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 like a tiger?"

Feeling the bursts of heat coming from behind, Yang Jue pondered in his heart.

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

The cow here is just a virtual finger, not the strength of a bull in the blood-changing realm warrior.

In fact, a person as talented as Hu Wan could already wrestle with a buffalo before the blood change.

But it's just wrestling.

And blood-changing warriors with qi and blood like cattle have huge strength in their fists, toes, and palms. With a single point of view, any bloody aura is like a bull running wildly.

"This is at least three blood changes, tsk, are the head catchers so rich?"

Yang Jue guessed in his heart.

He is definitely clearer about the progress of his own blood exchange than any warrior, and he is also very clear that even if he changes his blood twice, he will not be able to condense his blood.

From this, it is not difficult to guess the gap between himself and Wang Wu.

But I don't know if I can stimulate my internal energy and violently "behead"...

Thinking in his heart, Yang Ju couldn't help but glanced back at Wang Wu, his gaze involuntarily fell on his waist-thick neck.

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

Wang Wu was shocked, staring and yelling: "Fart, don't keep staring at me!"

Looking at Yang Qiang, Wang Wu murmured in his heart.

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

One time may be an illusion, but this one after another, I am afraid it is not an illusion.

This kid must have the means to threaten him?
But how is this possible?

A mere hairy kid who changes blood every time should be the illusion that his injury has not healed.

"I do have something to ask my lord."

Yang Ju naturally wouldn't let go of any chance.

"Temporary rest!"

After glancing at the 'Xiangyong' who were not in a good mood, Wang Wu let out a drink and walked towards the boulder beside the road.

There are no stone slabs on the ground in Heishan City. The so-called official roads are just slightly firmer dirt roads, which are often dirty and muddy.

Sitting on the ground is naturally impossible.

The rest of the people naturally had no opinion. In fact, most of them regretted it long ago and suppressed the bandits for 50 taels of silver.

To them, this is simply ridiculous.

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

pity……

"If you ask a few questions, you have to answer a few of my questions. Isn't that fair?"

Wang Wuda sat down with a golden knife, and said in a deep voice:
"go ahead."

"Um……"

Yang Jue lowered his head and pretended to ponder, but in fact he returned to the Cauldron of Gluttony, and wrote down some words on the Guitou Broadsword.

"This is?"

Seeing Yang Jue writing and drawing on the ground, Wang Wuben didn't pay much attention to it, but after a few glances, he couldn't help being startled:
"This is 'Daowen'?! Good boy, you actually know how to speak?!"

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

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

These days, people who can read and write are very rare, and people who can read ancient Chinese have never heard of them in Montenegro.

Unexpectedly, Wang Wu actually recognized it.

"A little understanding, a little understanding."

Wang Wulao blushed, pretending to be casual and said:
"The so-called Taoism is actually nothing rare, it's just those Taoist priests who believe in 'eternation', adding and subtracting from the normal writing, and pretending to make it."

Speaking of this, Wang Wu leaned down, looked at it carefully, and suddenly felt a little dizzy.

Daoist scripts were originally very partial scripts, and the reason why he could recognize some of them was because one of his own uncles went to the mountains to learn Taoism.

But only a little understanding.

At this moment on the ground, Yang Ju wrote hundreds of words in a row, but only two of them were recognizable at a glance. Counting the guesses, there were only a dozen or so.

"grown ups?"

Seeing that Wang Wu was silent for a long time, Yang Qiu asked in a low voice.

Although he wanted to ask, he would not copy them all down. He just selected dozens of the most uncommon and impossible to guess from the thousands of characters.

"This one……"

Wang Wu coughed a few times, feeling a little embarrassed:

"This word is pronounced 'order', and these two are called 'God' and 'Star'..."

These three are the few words he is most sure of, and the rest are guesses.

But Yang Ju was already stunned.

The first three words, which he copied from the handle of the knife, are the name of this 'advanced martial arts'.

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

But, is this martial arts? !

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

I muttered in my heart, for some reason, a strong throbbing filled my heart, and Yang Jue could not help but wiped all the Dao texts on the ground with his hand.

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

Wang Wu was still trying to guess, seeing that the words disappeared, he was relieved in his heart, but dissatisfied on his face.

Yang Jue restrained his mind and pointed to the distance:

"someone is coming!"

"Ok?"

When Wang Wu got up, he saw smoke and dust billowing behind him.

Accompanied by the sound of hoofbeats, not long after, a catcher straddled his horse and came in a hurry.

"My lord, this is a secret letter from my headhunter!"

The policeman was ashamed, and after a while of slapping, he handed over a secret letter sealed with wax.

"Secret letter..."

Wang Wu's expression became solemn, he tore open the letter and swept it away, his brows furrowed immediately.

"There have always been only soldiers and bandits. Have you ever seen bandits and soldiers? How courageous, what a courageous dog!"

With a shake of his hand, the letter was shattered into dust, and Wang Wu's beard and hair were all stretched out, like an enraged tiger. The terrified arrester staggered back and almost fell to the ground.

Yang Jue was also close, and he felt blood rushing to his face, and there was a burning sting, and his heart couldn't help jumping.

It's just emotional fluctuations, already so powerful.

As bloody as a bull...

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

Yang Yu took a deep breath.

The ingredients are not much worse, and he will be able to verify his guess in a short time.

"Humph!"

On the other side, Wang Wu already gave a cold shout, and woke up all the people, ready to go on their way.

Conveniently, the fast horse was also left behind.

"This horse..."

The catcher had a bitter look on his face.

Yang Qiu was still guessing what the letter said, but Wang Wu had already got on his horse, and the limbs of the horse that was crushed by him went limp and whimpered again and again.

"Go back and tell your head catcher, I'll take these bastards!"

After all, without looking at the expression of the policeman, he drove forward:

"Everyone, keep up!"

As soon as Wang Wu patted his horse and walked away, he didn't stop. When the sky was dark, a group of people had already followed the horse and ran for a full eighty or ninety miles.

Wait until Wang Wu gets off his horse.

The people behind him and the horse under him were so tired that they almost collapsed to the ground, sweating profusely.

"Black Wind Mountain..."

Yang Yu was panting heavily.

Wipe off the sweat and look into the distance.

There are mountains that block the line of sight, among which there are forests of vegetation and groups of dangerous peaks. Under the gradually dimming sky, it looks like a beast crawling and roaring.

Montenegro, here we come.

(End of this chapter)