Tianting Garbage Recycling King

Chapter 424 Washing the Sutras and Cutting the Marrow
Outside the window, there was a lot of traffic, and in the distance, the most famous sign of Guangzhou, and the time displayed on the mobile phone, Jun Wuzui was completely shocked.

And the cloth bag in Fan Denglong's hand, Jun Wuzui really wanted to know how he put himself in it.

Inside, it was dark, and it felt like only a few hours had passed, and the wounds on his body hadn't healed.

This place is no longer the barren mountains and wild mountains in the Southwest. Jun Wuzui had naturally been to the bustling big city, but he didn't understand at all what was going on.

It wasn't until the young man said that they could have a talk, that Jun Wuzui smiled sadly, "I've already become a prisoner, what else is there to talk about?"

He has experienced the force of young people.

"The Heavenly Demon Sect has no leader, and they are causing chaos everywhere. I think you should be able to provide me with something of interest."

Fan Denglong sat aside, took out a cigarette and lit it.

"What do you want to know?" Jun Wuzui sat on the ground slumped, everything was beyond his cognition at present, and in front of Fan Denglong, a rising star in the arena, he couldn't make any sense.

"For example, disguise technique, I am more interested in this."

Jun Wuzui glanced at him in surprise.

"First of all, I want to declare that I am not a descendant of immortal medicine. This kind of kung fu is all wild."

Jun Wuzui nodded, "If I had held Liquan back then, perhaps you might not have been able to do so easily."

As an acquired martial artist, Jun Wuzui can be called a master of a generation. He can also see that Fan Denglong is able to do everything well, but it is only because of the sharpness of his spear.

"You are wrong, even if you hold Liquan in your hand, you will still not be my opponent."

Only in the hands of Fan Denglong will the Liquan sword play a real role. In the hands of other people, it is just for Fan Denglong to keep it. As soon as the aura comes out, the Liquan sword will definitely be the first to turn against it.

"Since you are so powerful, what else can you ask me?"

Fan Denglong dug out the photos sent by Huang Long on his phone and handed them to Jun Wuzui, "Tell me, are they disguised?"

After Jun Wuzui glanced at it, he didn't speak.

"Want to sit on the ground and raise the price?" Fan Denglong looked at Jun Wuzui a little funnyly, "Now Tianmomen is already being beaten by everyone, and as soon as you appear in the arena, all the sects in the arena will start endlessly chasing you , with your current injury, going out is tantamount to asking for death."

Jun Wuzui ignored his almost threatening words, and just said indifferently: "When you become a prisoner, you can kill or cut whatever you want, but in exchange for negotiating, it should give people some sweetness."

Tianmomen can perish, but absolutely not in the hands of Jun Wuzui.

Just like a person who has devoted half of his life to his career, he can accept the trough, but he cannot accept the sudden collapse of a self-made foundation.

Even if there is no chance of a comeback, then there will be no more motivation to support life.

"Hehe," Fan Denglong glanced at He Yuexian, and he didn't need to say anything, but as long as you were thinking about these things in your heart, it was enough.

"Those few are disguised, that is, stick a mask on the face, and then apply it with a brush and various foundations, the lowest one."

Jun Wuzui looked at He Yuexian in surprise, who would have thought that He Yuexian continued: "This person is thinking that at least some kind of fire should be left for the door to make a comeback, so no matter how you ask, it will be in vain."

"Are you surprised?" Fan Denglong looked at the expressionless Jun Wuzui, "This is called mind reading. She knows everything that's going on in your mind."

"Since I have this ability, why do you still ask me?" Jun Wuzui still had the same tone, even with a hint of disenchantment.

"By the way, why don't you show me something?"

After finishing the words, He Yuexian transformed into a long sword with spiritual energy, and then began to swing it slowly. It was a very nonsensical move, but the pupils of Jun Wuzui's eyes suddenly dilated.

"Does it look familiar?"

"I'm guessing again how she got the Heavenly Demon Sword, which only the master of the Heavenly Demon Sect can cultivate?"

Fan Denglong was still smiling, but the defense line in Jun Wuzui's heart slowly collapsed.

"No matter who it is, in front of her, all you need is a look."

Fan Denglong asked again: "Give you a chance, it depends on whether you will cherish it."

Jun Wuzui suddenly yelled, "If you want to kill, kill, what's the point?"

"You have this kind of resistance, how can we continue the conversation between us, take it easy, this matter is not harmful to anyone."

Jun Wuzui glared at him angrily. He had to say that Fan Denglong was still a little tender. How could someone like Jun Wuzui be moved by just a few words?
"Since you have the will to die, don't waste it, and help me do an experiment."

Fan Denglong took out a white pill from the ring, and said with a smile: "I guess it should be a good thing left by the Taishang Laojun, do you want to try it? Maybe it will greatly increase your skill and become a flying fairy in the daytime." "

"Hehe," Jun Wuzui said calmly and without fear.

"Fuck, if I really want to kill you, why do I need to talk so much nonsense?"

Facing Jun Wuzui who doesn't know good and bad, Fan Denglong really wants to give this guy a kick, and treat a gentleman with a villain's heart, no wonder he can only be a bullshit master, living in the dark all day long playing tricks trick.

Jun Wuzui was stunned for a moment, then looked at Fan Denglong puzzled.

The small white pill entered Jun Wuzui's mouth, the latter's expression changed instantly, and then he was suddenly happy.

It's not a poison, it's a real elixir.

A mysterious force that Jun Wuzui didn't know was rampant in his body. Wherever it went, the meridians were all fragmented. The overbearing power made Jun Wuzui open his mouth and roar with some difficulty. Some can't bear it.

After the domineering power passed, there was a sense of coolness, and the broken meridians in the body were being repaired at an extremely fast speed.

This feeling can only be described as pain and happiness.

Reborn, wash the meridians and cut the marrow.

This painful process lasted for more than 20 minutes. After all, Jun Wuzui is a warrior, and his cultivation level is not low. Compared with the fighting dog Blood Shadow, his endurance is more than ten times stronger.

The spiritual energy was rampant in his body, the meridians were broken and reorganized, and the skin was covered with a layer of blood.

The already tattered clothes were already torn to pieces, leaving only one piece of clothing left, which was caused by the internal force being driven out of the body by the spiritual energy.

If it wasn't for He Yuexian's quick eyesight and quick hands to put up a protective shield immediately, I'm afraid this room would have the same result as if it had been bombed.

Jun Wuzui sat weakly on the ground, gasping for breath.

The internal strength he had cultivated for decades was gone, but he didn't feel any heartache at all. Instead, he kowtowed to Fan Denglong gratefully and said, "Thank you for the grace of rebuilding."

(End of this chapter)