The system runs away at the beginning, I regard the way of heaven as my father

"Brother Qiangwei, don't worry, I'm just asking you a few little things!" Li Chuyi's tone became even more teasing.

"Shut up!" Rong Yan's tone was unprecedentedly shameful and angry.

He thought, if the name "Strong and Weak Brother" spreads out, and if people are told about "the weak and the strong, survival of the fittest" in the future, then they can't break the power instantly? It just makes people laugh.

But the shopkeepers of the Miracle Pavilion were already chuckling, feeling that this nickname was just right.

"Okay, brother Qiangwei, I just want to ask, is there a lot of perfect humans on the fragment of the continent where we fought?" Li Chuyi raised his hand and asked in a deep voice.

They have been here for so many years, but they have only met three brothers, the two brothers Shen Qing and Shen Zhuo, and the one who is seeking death and wants to capture them all by himself.

Rong Yan stared at Li Chuyi fiercely and snorted after half a moment.

"There are quite a lot. Not only there. After the Twelve Lands were broken, many land fragments were formed, and many perfect human races descended on them."

"But they are just perfect humans who have just grown up. They came here just for hunting, not to kill the species!"

"Perfect humans also need to practice, but even if they don't practice, as long as they reach adulthood, they can beat the pseudo-human Yuanying monks with their physical body and some of their own innate magical powers."

hunting? The shopkeepers were a little puzzled after hearing this. They didn't come here just for the seed!

Also, can you rival Yuanying as an adult? You must know that in the eyes of many mortals, Jindan monks who can fly into the sky and escape from the earth, and take people's heads hundreds of miles away with flying swords, can be regarded as little land gods.

The Nascent Soul cultivator is the manifested baby of the Zi Mansion. He can teleport and reorganize his flesh and blood, which is extremely terrifying!

Perhaps seeing the thoughts of Li Chuyi and others, Rong Yan continued: "The strength of a race should not be determined by their lower limit, but by their upper limit."

"Actually, in my eyes, your pseudo-human clan is not weak, because from the ancient history that I understand, your clan has produced many masters who are like stars and can be called miracles."

"Although there are thousands of races in the world, you puppets are so weak and have been used as food by the perfect human race for countless years."

"But the frequency of masters appearing is so high, which is not very reasonable in itself."

"So I often think that you and the perfect human race have the same body shape. Although the bones and hearts in the body are very different, you will not feed on the other, right?"

When Rong Yan said this, deep doubts appeared on his three-dimensional facial features, and then he said to himself: "Is there anything special about this pseudo-human clan? But my Rongling clan has also merged with many pseudo-human monks, and I didn't notice it. Anything unusual!"

"There are also the rumored thirteen-character immortals. What race were they? There are no traces left behind at all."

"Haha, they say that this world of fate is the deepest place in all the worlds. I have seen it. "

The waves are rolling below, and the good fortune is on the boat. The shopkeepers are silent and have different thoughts!

Li Chuyi was thinking about it. Since he started practicing, he has met many big shots from the human race.

In the place where the immortals died, the nameless and Qinghuan clan mourned the immortals. Master Sui Xin was the old monk who passed down the "Method of Intercepting Thoughts" and "Six Senses and Six Links, No Form in the Ten Directions".

There are also Bai Qing, a crazy criticizing scholar who has a grudge against him but has to admit it, and Monk Hai, a man who plays tricks on his life and creates his own path to Buddhism.

Zhang Meiyu, he remembered again the fat girl from Dafu Kingdom who was supposed to be unrivaled in beauty. It was definitely very human to be reminded of by him again and again on a whim.

"Hey, we have so many talented people, how can we be suppressed by the perfect human race and reduced to a mouthful?" Li Chuyi sighed, full of melancholy.

"Perhaps it is because of their existence that we have these thirteen realms as habitats, and they continue to exist to this day!" Wuweizi replied softly.

Li Chu nodded, looked at Rong Yan again, deliberately stretched his voice, and said strangely: "Brother, strong~weak~?"

"Are those perfect humans who have just come of age really just here to hunt?"

When Rong Yan heard this, he immediately came back to his senses, his eyes full of anger, and he gritted his teeth: "Li Chuyi, you are looking for death!"

"Don't get angry, I was just joking, that's all!" Li Chuyi pretended to bow his hands and salute, giving the other party some face.

When Rong Yan saw this, his expression immediately improved a lot, and he said: "Those perfect human beings who have just grown up, you can understand them as some rich young ladies, just taking the opportunity to find pleasure."

"Just like the men in your pseudo-human clan, many are addicted to fishing. The reason why is because it is an instinct engraved deep in their memory. Fishing is also a kind of hunting. They enjoy the pleasure of bringing food through hunting. .”

"If it were a perfect human race, they would instinctively feel a sense of pleasure when hunting pseudo-human beings. This explains it clearly!"

"And on the land where the life world originates, the Perfect Human Race divides pseudo-humans into wild and non-wild. They like to hunt wild pseudo-humans, but the number of wild pseudo-humans there is already very small."

"So they took the opportunity to come here to enjoy some hunting."

"As for the more powerful Perfect Human race, they are naturally here to snatch the killing seed!"

After Rong Yan said this, all the shopkeepers looked very unhappy. No one would be happy after hearing these remarks.

Seeing this, Rong Yan's tone slowed down, "You don't have to be so pretentious. It is in line with the laws of heaven for the weak to eat the strong, and you must understand that the sheep that is eaten are not qualified to say who is right and who is wrong."

Li Chuyi rolled his eyes and said, "I know, strong~weak~ brother!"

Undoubtedly, the last three words are not only elongated but also accented.

Rong Yan suddenly felt his energy and blood rising, and said bitterly: "Li Chuyi, just wait for me!"

After saying that, he disappeared and returned to the city of trapped beasts!

At this time, we were only two or three days away from the landmark piece of land, and the feeling of uncertainty and instinctive fear became more and more serious.

The City of Trapped Beasts and the Fortune Qitian Zhou were still lined up in the sky, with only a thousand meters between them.

But the strong smell of blood in the city made all the shopkeepers feel unlucky.

At dawn the next day, the sea surface was calm and colorful, and the sunrise glow made it appear as if the years had passed peacefully.

But the Rongling Tribe began to behave like monsters again, and escorted nearly a thousand Nascent Soul monks to the Colosseum to engage in daily battles with trapped beasts.

At the same time, a blood-red barrier covered the entire city of trapped beasts, tightly wrapping it.

Seeing this, Zu Wuyan threw a tribulation talisman at it. The attack was fierce, but it only caused a ripple on the surface of the barrier.

"Everyone, last time you secretly used your luck to neutralize the blood evil in the city. Will you be given a chance this time?"

The voice was somewhat familiar, it was the eighth realm, equivalent to the great throne of the Tribulation Monk.

The shopkeepers ignored him and just sat quietly on the boat. In their ears, there were all kinds of screams in the Colosseum, as well as the crazy shouts of the Fusion Spirit warriors.