Douluo's Black Tower

Chapter 260 260. Become a monk? !

After hearing this story, Wen Zhang became even more unfathomable in Zhou Ting's heart, as if someone was waving in the fog and he couldn't tell whether it was a human or a bear.

After pondering for a moment, Zhou Ting decided: find foreign aid!

After all, to be a boss, you don’t necessarily have to have strong abilities, but you must recognize yourself.

Once you recognize yourself, you should understand that professional matters should be left to professionals and do not interfere randomly!

"Rongrong, let's go to sleep tonight and bring your father and the others back!"

"it is good!"

Great.

Ning Rongrong's big eyes flickered, lighting up the moonless night!

In the bedroom, Zhou Ting looked at the sleepy Xue'er, feeling a little worried.

She had been in a drowsy state since her last dream, and it had been a few days since she returned to reality, and it was still the same.

He has been stuck at level 60 for several days!

After all, Ning Fengzhi's little cotton-padded jacket couldn't bear it and said to Zhou Ting.

Wu Sheng tapped his foot gently and disappeared in an instant, leaving only the fat monk smelling the aroma of wine and mumbling to himself with a tangled look on his face.

"This world is not normal. The monks in the temple have a strange way of practicing... martial arts. Every martial arts practitioner has infinite strength. Like that crazy monk, he smashed a mountain with one punch, which is almost the same as our feet. Mountains, what a monster!”

"Brother Ting, since we can come and go freely, it will be the same when we come back later."

While talking, Zhou Ting looked around and was surprised to find.

On the other side, Ning Fengzhi's story continued.

"Wuhen, let's get to work!"

It’s just… it’s very hard to endure!

Wuhen glanced at the motionless locust tree and gave an answer instantly.

I saw three large reflective bald heads shining brightly next to the big clock in the pavilion!

"Wuhen, isn't this the world of divine power?"

"Uncle Wujie is drinking again!"

"The dream... is indeed magical, Wuhen, is it before or in the future?"

"No precepts, no precepts, just as the name suggests!"

However, after Bibi Dong's last attack, he still saw a lot of things.

"Pfft! Hahaha..."

"Grandpa Jian...Grandpa Bone, Dad, how did you guys...become like this?"

Well, she couldn't help it anymore!

Yes, the three bald donkeys in front of me are Sword Dao Chen Xin, Bone Douluo, and Ning Fengzhi, the master of Qibao Glazed Sect.

On the high mountain behind, at the entrance of the huge temple, a chubby monk said with a sad look on his face.

There was blood in front of my eyes, it was a sea of ​​blood, wrapping everyone up and moving forward quickly!

dreamland.

He can't tear apart space yet!

But, it is possible to fall asleep at any time!

You can even learn from Bibi Dong and find people in dreams!

"Use the blood as a guide and go!"

In terms of understanding of dreams, Wuhen, as a dream creature, dares to say that he is the best in the world. Well, this world is limited to Douluo Continent.

"Alas, as soon as we entered, we ended up in the temple and were entangled by a crazy monk. He wanted to force us to be ordained without saying that we were destined to be Buddhas!"

"okay!"

At this time, a thin little novice-like child beside him spoke.

It's a pity that he knows very little about the real world, which is why he looks inferior to Bibi Dong.

Time and space are chaotic, but they coexist strangely!

"A prosperous age?"

Opening his blurred eyes, the old monk picked up the gourd, opened the lid, and the fragrance instantly spread for ten miles.

"By the way, since you can find us, you can definitely get out, right?"

Not only him, Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing could not help but cover their mouths and chuckle. Even Ning Rongrong couldn't help but distorted his expression when he saw this scene, and almost laughed out loud.

Looking at the three eager bald heads, Zhou Ting seemed to see a squirrel in a cage. Those little eyes... were too eager.

"Is this wine really that good?"

Zhou Ting said with a smile.

"It's a world of divine power, but it's not the same era as last time!"

"Well, that's fine!"

In the vast land, there are no steep peaks or steep valleys, only a few calm hills and a green forest.

At this moment, an old man wearing monk robes, a gourd hanging on his waist, and messy hair suddenly appeared in the pavilion, as if he had been sitting here without any sense of disobedience.

No, this is the bell!

In a pavilion at the top of the hill!

Seeing that Sword Douluo was really angry, Zhou Ting stopped his wanton laughter and asked twitchingly.

After consulting Wuhen and confirming that he had two positioning coordinates, Zhou Ting immediately agreed.

"Pfft!"

The fat monk still smiled bitterly.

"Then let's go!"

Like a bell ringing!

"It was before, a long time ago!"

Zhou Ting also asked Bibi Dong, but she said not to worry. Well, the person himself is not in a hurry, so what can he do!

The three of them look like huskies, looking forward to their owner taking them out for a walk!

"Uncle Wusheng, the influence is not good!"

It’s really hard to refuse.

Speaking of this, Ning Fengzhi, who had an unfathomable city, couldn't help but shudder. This shows how much of a psychological shadow the crazy monk left on them.

"when!"

This is a hill full of life, with a variety of plants growing on the slopes, including tall trees, short shrubs, green grass, and colorful flowers.

"hehe!"

Ning Rongrong looked at the handsome faces of the three of them as black as the bottom of a pot, and tried to hold back the whole room from bursting into laughter. She asked intermittently.

As soon as he finished speaking, several people were wrapped in a few branches and dragged into the void.

"can!"

"Boy, have you laughed enough?"

"Well, there's no need to be so anxious, right?"

Ning Fengzhi sighed helplessly, with a dejected look on his face.

Sudden.

There is a clear stream at the foot of the quiet hill. The water flows quietly and makes a pleasant sound.

why?

"Okay, let's go!"

In a daze, Zhou Ting felt like he was rolling in a circular tunnel, surrounded by strange things. There seemed to be countless beasts roaring in his ears, and it seemed like countless people were screaming, but he couldn't hear it clearly.

Wuhen agreed happily.

"Ahem...by the way...what's going on with you guys?"

This doesn’t seem to be a world of divine power!

<divclass="contentadv">There are many people on the mountain and at the foot of the mountain, and there is no chaos in the apocalypse!

order!

Several people have checked her body and there is nothing wrong with her. She is healthy.

He also wants to explore more, collect martial arts, and then find a suitable soul beast.

"Hahaha…"

But it smells like wine!

When Zhou Ting saw the scene in front of him clearly, he burst into laughter.

Both monks and farmers were doing their own things calmly, with no despair in their eyes.

"what!"

We haven’t seen each other for a few days. The three people who are all powerful and elegant in Douluo Continent have all changed into strange looks. They are really...fashionable!

Under the big clock, Wujie let out a sigh of contentment, then covered the wine gourd like a treasure and said quietly.

"I was going to give you three a chance, but it's a pity, but that boy..."

"Interesting, really interesting, I'll see you again when I get the chance!"