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Qinglin: "Put aside the bargaining for now. What is this serious injury and rage? Why have I never heard of it?"

Liu Wuwu explained patiently: "This skill is both powerful and useless. To put it simply, the more injured I am, the stronger I will be."

Seeing that everyone was still a little confused, Liu Wuwen gave an example: "Breaking two ribs can increase the attack power by 100%, and breaking five ribs can increase the attack power by 200%."

"Fuck, this skill is awesome!"

Before Liu Wuwu finished speaking, a pot exploded on the dinner table.

Qinglin: "Tsk, tsk... This little bitch is really short-sighted, and he actually gave such powerful skills to butchers like Liu Wuwu."

Tiger Sand Sword: "Oh... I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up in this life."

Zhang Er was stunned: "You actually call such an awesome skill useless? Senior brother, your appetite is too big, right?"

Little Donkey Mahu: "Boss, can you teach me this skill?"

As soon as these words came out, the scene was instantly quiet.

Everyone looked at Liu Wuwu nervously, fearing that he would beat up the little donkey in anger.

Kung Fu is a private matter for monks, a privacy even more private than physical privacy.

Kung Fu is like a wife, something that cannot be shared with anyone.

There are thousands of Kung Fu in the world, and except for a small number of them that are spread among sects as public Kung Fu, the remaining nine Kung Fu techniques are all passed down by a single line.

In other words, most of the skills are owned by one person.

In the world of cultivation, it’s for the sake of practice. There are too many incidents of father and son turning against each other, and master and apprentice fighting each other with swords.

The little donkey's question is equivalent to your brother baring his big yellow teeth and holding a toothpick in his mouth and asking you:

"Can sister-in-law sleep with me tonight?"

Even a beating is considered light, but this is a rhythm that can kill people.

At this extremely tense moment, Liu Wuwu moved.

He raised his right hand slightly, and a blue light came from his fingertips and slowly approached the little donkey's head.

Damn it, you actually used the killing move directly?

Zhang Er hurriedly stepped forward to stop him: "Brother, it's not okay. Although the little donkey made a mistake, it's okay to give him a beating. There's really no need for this."

Qing Lin grabbed the donkey's tail and pulled it out hard: "Why are you still standing there? Run!"

Liu Wuwu and Xiao Lu were both confused by what everyone was doing, and they said in unison:

"What are you doing?"

......

After some explanation, Liu Wuwu looked at everyone with disdain.

"You guys underestimate me, Liu Wuwu. It's just a skill. Am I so stingy?"

This time, Liu Wuwu really didn't brag. Although he is not as lucky as Ye Ming to be able to pick up earth-level skills even when he is shitting. But he is the author, the creator of this world.

It is no exaggeration to say that as long as Liu Wuyuan wants a skill, he can still get more than ten or twenty heaven-level skills.

If it were in the past, he might still be interested in looking for these techniques.

But as his cultivation level improved, Liu Wuyuan had already understood one thing: the higher the level of the skill, the better.

The most important thing is the fit!

Even though Liu Wuyuan knows a lot, in fact, he only has two major skills.

Accompanying the martial art of the Thunder God Body, the land of fantasy magic.

Needless to say, the Thunder God Body was born out of the Thunder God Fist. It is a perfect hexagonal body training technique for attacking high ground and defending thick ground quickly.

Is Zhang Er stupid awesome? He uses ghost energy to refine his body and claims to be the best body-refining monk in the world. But Liu Wuwu's physical body alone was enough to beat him to the point of doubting his life, which showed just how awesome this thunder god body was.

Dreamland seems to be of low quality, but whoever you score will use it.

Normal monks practicing in Dreamland can at most create the lowest level spiritual weapons out of thin air.

But Liu Wuwu was different. With his mental power hundreds of times higher than that of monks of the same realm, he could mass-produce nuclear bombs that could threaten the lives of distracted bosses.

To sum up, even though Liu Wuwu doesn't have many skills, he doesn't lack them at all.

Now there is a bug-like skill "Severe Injury Fury". Although it is very good, it is not enough for him to cherish it.

Who is the little donkey? This is Liu Wuyou's brother who has been hanging out with him for many years.

It's just a technique, there's really no need to hide it.

After listening to Liu Wuwu's explanation, everyone looked at Liu Wuwu with the same expression as when Grandma Liu entered the Grand View Garden for the first time.

Liu Wuyou was dumbfounded and felt guilty for no reason.

"Why are you looking at me like this? Is there anything wrong?"

Zhang Er held Liu Wuwu's hands with an apologetic look on his face: "Brother, I misunderstood you. I always thought you were a rooster made of iron that never plucks its hair, and that you were a peerless rooster who would lose money if you don't pick it up when you go out. After today, I will never call you stingy again behind your back."

The more Liu Wuwu listened, the darker his face became.

"Zhang, shut up. If you push me harder, be careful and I'll give you an electric cannon!"

Liu Wuwu taught the severely injured violently to the little donkey in front of everyone.

The jealous Zhang Er wanted to learn but was kicked away by Liu Wuwu.

"Learn from your sister. You need to have demon blood to learn this thing. You have demon blood, you..."

Halfway through his words, Liu Wuwen's voice became weaker and weaker, and his heart became increasingly weak.

"...Holy shit, do I really have demon blood?"

Liu Wuwu was confused.

But I was confused for a few minutes.

Damn it, whether you have demon blood or not, it doesn't affect my decision to kill Ye Ming.

As for the sudden appearance of martial arts in their minds, everyone discussed it for a long time but could not figure out the reason, so they simply ignored it and went straight to the next topic:

How to make a lot of money from the City of Hundred Demons.

Hou Tong, an old chicken thief, openly said that Liu Wuyang would give him anything he wanted, but the problem was that the City of Hundred Demons...

Liu Wuwu raised his head and looked around.

There seems to be nothing valuable in this poor place except the Tower of the Gods.

The others noticed Liu Wuwen's gaze and quickly stopped him.

Zhang Er stupefied: "Senior brother, please say goodbye, please don't. That place is equivalent to the demon clan's public ancestral grave, please don't pay attention to it. Don't risk your life before the business is concluded."

Liu Wuwu scratched his head.

"I'm just taking a look. Don't take it seriously. But I really can't think of anything valuable other than this big tomb bag."

After a moment of silence, Zhang Er stupefied and complained: "I'm afraid that this poor place that can't even afford a bowl of noodles won't be able to get any oil or water. How about we get some ivory, rhino horns, etc. and sell them?"

Liu Wuwu rolled his eyes at Zhang Er.

"Aren't you talking nonsense? The demon tribe has been hunted by the human race for countless thousands of years because of these things. Your opening is no longer adding salt to their wounds, but adding old pickles to their wounds. Don't kill them. I’m afraid you’re sorry for your dead compatriots.”

Zhang Er curled his lips in a daze.

"This poor place doesn't even have beautiful women. What else can we do? We can't take Hou Tong back to eat monkey brains, right?"

Qinglin's eyes lit up when he heard this: "This is a good idea."

Liu Wuwu: "???"

Damn it, this crazy lady is sick again.