I am the leader of Huangquan

"Well, it's just normal."

Xing Hanhan shook his head, and said indifferently: "If a monk can't even comprehend himself, and still needs that kind of thing, he is a waste...that is, they are not real creatures, reincarnation puppets, and they need that kind of thing in order to recognize it. clean yourself."

And Wu Lang was listening beside him, and didn't do much.

It's realistic.

Those white feather chickens are quite inflated now.

I feel that I have an adventure, and when I get a beating from the society, I will know the cruelty of reality.

How poor my qualifications are.

"The first batch is indeed rotten wood."

Wu Lang shook his head, sighed and said: "It's not a good thing to start to inflate yourself before you rise up... To be honest, I haven't even reached the threshold of being a death squad and risking my life in Wuji's bitter sea to practice!"

He closed his eyes and continued to practice.

Although he is becoming less and less optimistic about the other party now, he still intends to give him a little hope when the other party is in extreme despair.

Although the chance of rising is not great, what if?

...

...

Another half month has passed.

Wu Lang was still in the cave, practicing silently.

He hasn't taken care of inland affairs recently.

After all, I let the queen spread the news: Jingzhou is performing a martial arts competition, calling for heroes from all over the world, and selecting ten young and strongest people as the core of Jingzhou's future!

Once this news spreads, who will not be in a commotion?

The seven great emperors who have crossed the catastrophe are busy like a raging fire in their own sect, frantically nurturing disciples and preparing them for battle.

even.

Even those reincarnated powers began to move.

"Call the world's heroes to perform martial arts, and choose the ten strongest people as the future of Jingzhou?"

They glared.

This is provocation on their faces.

These heroes are all reincarnated, and the other party still doesn't panic at all, calling on the world to perform martial arts, and giving the future of Jingzhou to the strongest ten people?

"Hmph! The emperor and young emperor of Jingzhou bullied us to be powerless? We were driven to Jingzhou because we were a bunch of trash. We couldn't beat them young people at the same level? We couldn't grab one of the ten seats?"

"It's ridiculous! I'm an elder in the fusion period, and I was also superior in combat power when I was young in the sect. I'm lowering the same level. How can I be afraid of them?"

"He wants to use us to sharpen the knife! I'm not afraid that the whetstone is too hard, and it will break the younger generation of Jingzhou!"

"He will lose his wife and lose his army."

...

Everyone knows the intention of the young emperor of Jingzhou, this is a conspiracy.

And somewhere, at the border of the Cloud and Mist Abyss.

Blood everywhere.

In the dark, a blood-stained young man wiped the corners of his mouth, and underneath was the corpse of a monster, "I have endured for so long, but I still came here! Jingzhou has a large population, so it is very troublesome to go missing, but the cloud and mist abyss here is just You can empty your appetite."

"Master, I will eat you when I go back."

His eyes flashed madly.

"You are just afraid of my qualifications and want to cut off my future. I am a person with immortal talents." He said slowly.

The capital of the great emperor, such as Xing Hanhan, Jiao Yuer and the like.

They were all raised as holy sons in the ancient holy land, because as long as they don't fall, they are basically high-ranking emperors, who can at least pass the sixth floor of the catastrophe, and are proper heirs of the great sect.

"Above the Sky"

The talent to become an immortal is really rare. In the era when the road to immortality was not broken in ancient times, an existence like him was destined to become an immortal after being basically cultivated.

The real son of great luck.

"The world is performing martial arts, I will go! The Emperor Dujie is reincarnated, and I will suppress one hand in the same rank!" She wiped her lips.

"Sweeping Jingzhou, the younger generation is enough to prove the emperor."

His body squirmed, "Jingzhou belongs to me, and there are seven emperors who have crossed the catastrophe. After I become emperor, I will personally suppress them."

After eating the demon, he trembled all over, as if he had merged into the blood of the other party. Suddenly, a pair of bloody demon wings and a bunch of demon horns grew out of his back.

He turned into a monster:

"Since we've all come to Yunwu Abyss, I'm going to run for the quasi-emperor seat of the monsters, eat a batch of monsters and go back."

Shitian Mansion is an ancient first-class sect, only weaker than the Netherworld Sect. Naturally, it also has defying features, and it will not be much weaker than the Netherworld Sect's fate capture technique!

...

in the cave.

Wu Lang was still observing the coordinates of the small map.

Watch it every other month.

Focus on the current coordinates and positions of the Great Emperor Transcending Tribulation, and even some top-notch fusion periods.

"what?"

Wu Lang was slightly surprised, "How did this person end up in Yunwu Dayuan? I remember that he was reincarnated during the fusion period... from Shitian Mansion, he is a holy son of the younger generation, comparable to Xing Hanhan, or even higher, comparable to the number one in our Huangquan sect." Fengchi Huaqing's senior brother's status."

He pondered for a few seconds, feeling something was wrong.

He has never underestimated the monks in the world.

The fates of all the strange bloodlines are astonishing.

It seems that I can know the coordinates of the opponent, but whether I can beat it is a problem.

"This person, I have to find a way to get rid of the bad guy in advance, try it out, and meet him for a while." Wu Lang took a deep breath and closed his eyes slightly, "If possible, I have to kill him in advance."

"You can call Yun Rong, make a small report, and let people surround and kill him for a try." He just squatted in the cave, and wanted to make a fool of himself when he came up.

And the holy son of Shitian Mansion was still in high spirits, and had no idea that he had been secretly watched by someone in the cave mansion.

Wu Lang thought in his heart, and looked at the white-feathered chicken, rotten wood cannot be carved, but he hoped that there were still some possibilities, because he had too few chess pieces.

Chapter 211 The Investment Down the Mountain

at this time.

as time flows.

The white-feathered chickens gradually lost their enthusiasm and expectations, and the progress of their practice was slow, and they began to realize the gap between ideals and reality.

Even the lowest level of white fate has not been promoted to green fate after practicing for so long.

At this time, they really realized that they are just ordinary chickens on the earth, even if they have some wisdom, they are still at the bottom of the food chain.

But the progress of practice is slow, what makes them really hit hard, and realizes that the world is cruel, is what happened in front of them.

"It's so miserable! Our practice is really slow. It's better to relax now and start enjoying yourself. After all, our life span is short!"

A fat and fat chicken, with more than half of its feathers missing, sat on the bed and played cards with two other chickens.

After opening their wisdom, they escape from the farm, and they hide here.

"Wang fried goo!"

"A total of eight times! You have to peck off eight hairs!"

...

After a few days, most of the fellow gambling monsters had turned into bald chickens.

And the entire bedroom was covered in chicken feathers and shit, which was a mess.

It was a disaster scene.

And these days, they live quite well. They tear open the rice bag in the kitchen, eat and drink enough every day, go to the toilet to drink water, and occasionally surf the Internet. Living in this human home is simply a life like heaven.

Muddling along is their creed.

They all seem to be heartless and heartless, and they are also very irritable, just like the irritable chicken brothers in the countryside, the kind who peck at everyone.

Until now.

Click.

The door opened suddenly.

"What's the situation? You just went on business for half a month, and you broke into a house and robbed?"

At this time the master came back, and this strong and tall man picked up a stick and probed from room to room.

As a result, he found that the house was in a mess, someone was obviously partying in his house, and even the computer was used.

But people have already gone out, leaving only a few basically bald chickens in the bedroom, trying to escape!

"Those bastards gathered at my house and got a few chickens ready to cook. They were plucked in advance, and they were ready to be served in the pot! I happened to stew them directly to make up for the loss."

It sounded like a devil's voice.

Cuckoo! (Boss, hurry up, I'll stop him!)

Cuckoo~ (Come on!)

A few bald chickens finally ushered in their own destiny.

...

Within the Huangquan sect.

In the fifth peak, Ji Batian opened his eyes, looked at Ji Changsheng next to him, and shouted: "It's not good! We were hunted down! The other companions sacrificed themselves to protect me!"

Ji Changsheng also sighed: "On my side, tomorrow's batch will also be sold. We are going to try to escape from the chicken farm overnight, but the chances are not great. You may not see me next time! I want to It has become meat on the table."

The two of them fell silent for a moment.

As the first batch of closed beta players of "Huangquan Ghosts", Animals seems to finally usher in their own doomsday and see their future clearly.

Fast-growing broiler chicken is a category that consumes the most and consumes the largest quantity.

The consumption of chicken feet, chicken legs, and chicken necks is astronomical. Those white-feathered chicken players who were born in the farm, even if they practiced in their dreams and saw a bright world of immortals and heroes, they could not change their destiny in reality.

Death is preordained.

They were in a daze, but they felt great pain because they saw Immortal Dao Changsheng.

Ji Changsheng suddenly smiled wryly, "If it is doomed to die, why do we have to open up our wisdom? If we don't have the ability to think and have fun for a few days, we won't feel pain... This is just a fairy Is it just a game for people?"

They also desire to be detached like mountain spirits and change the destiny of their race.

Just when they were desperate, Wu Lang followed Xing Hanhan to the fifth peak.

Wu Lang said softly: "Your qualifications are low, I will give you one last chance."

Bang!

The two white-feathered chickens immediately knelt down.

"Please, His Majesty the Great King of the Ten Temples, give our earth's white-feathered chickens a chance!"

"Before we were alive, we were eaten as livestock, at the bottom of the food chain. We don't seek racial improvement. We only hope to get a chance in the underworld after death. We are willing to serve the underworld!"

It was different from the triumphant excitement of last time.

Now, they really recognize themselves.

At this time, their faces were sad, full of longing, and even had the will to break the boat, and this was what Wu Lang wanted.

"Junior brother, do you really want to do this?" Xing Hanhan pouted, "I think they are unreliable, it's better to wait for Po Meng to pull the next batch."

Isn't Wu Lang a pragmatist?