The immortal body is called Teevat

When Wu Cheng heard the voice calling him from behind, he stopped attacking with the sickle. Then Wu Cheng turned around and saw that it was Diluk holding a training sword in his hand behind him.

Wu Cheng smiled at Diluk and said, "Yes, I am practicing martial arts here, what's wrong?"

After hearing what Wu Cheng said, Diluk was quite surprised. He said to Wu Cheng, "What a coincidence! I also want to practice martial arts. Why don't we practice without bladed weapons now?"

Wu Cheng said to Diluk with difficulty: "I haven't practiced martial arts for long, so I won't embarrass myself. I'd better not do it."

While Wu Cheng was talking, Diluk was warming up before practicing martial arts. After stretching his muscles, he said, "I don't use fire elemental power. Since you haven't practiced martial arts for a long time, actual combat exercises can make greater progress. Don't you think so?"

Wu Cheng heard Diluk say this and knew that he would most likely not be able to escape this fight. If Wu Cheng directly rejected Diluk, he would be giving up the opportunity to improve his relationship with Diluk, which would not be worth it.

But Wu Cheng didn't want to be Diluk's punching bag willingly, so he immediately asked Willy, who was living in his body, to help him during the sparring.

"Villy, can you help me with this sparring?"

"Yes, I have a request. That is, you must tell me a unique story every night so that I can relieve my boredom. As long as you can do it, I will help you."

Wu Cheng gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I can do it. You must help me when Diluk and I spar later."

Wei Li emphasized again: "Okay, but you have to remember, I only guarantee that you won't lose. Don't blame me if you don't win."

Wu Cheng replied: "Okay, but if you don't work hard, I won't fulfill the conditions."

"I am the most trustworthy demon god. Just trust me. I guarantee that you can't lose." Willy replied.

Wu Cheng returned to reality. He felt that what Diluk said just now made sense. If he only used air as an imaginary enemy, then the growth of his martial arts would definitely be extremely limited.

Although I have already activated the Wei Li plug-in, I will still gain a lot of experience and strength if I practice with real people.

Wu Cheng muttered to Diluk, "I think you just want to find a sparring partner. Since you've come this far, I'd be happy to spar with you."

Diluk's expression became very happy after hearing what Wu Cheng said. He continued, "Okay, after we leave 15 meters of space between us, I'll count to three and we'll officially start fighting with blunt weapons."

Wu Cheng replied calmly: "I'll listen to you."

Afterwards, Wu Cheng removed the inner and outer blades of his blood sickle invisibly. After stretching his limbs, he retreated face to face with Diluk, keeping a distance of 15 meters from Diluk.

After reaching the distance, Diluk began to count, and the atmosphere suddenly became frozen and quiet.

"1"

"2"

"3, start!"

After counting to three, Diluk quickly raised his training sword with both hands. When he saw that Wu Cheng was less than three meters away, he stomped his feet on the ground.

Diluk jumped very high with the help of the reverse force, raised the greatsword above his head and prepared to defeat Wu Cheng with a downward strike.

Although Diluk made a lot of movements, it seemed like only a moment in Wu Cheng's eyes. He subconsciously raised the back of his sickle to block Diluk's greatsword.

The power of Diluk's sword was so great that Wu Cheng's knees were bent a little, but the two sides were in a stalemate.

Seeing that this move failed, Diluk jumped to Wu Cheng's side and instantly made an upward slash towards Wu Cheng's neck, but Wu Cheng still perfectly countered with his blood sickle.

Wu Cheng took advantage of the situation and raised the outer edge of the sickle straight towards Diluk's neck. Diluk had no choice but to withdraw his sword and block it in front of him for defense.

Wu Cheng didn't waste any words and started to spin himself and his sickle rapidly on the spot. After Diluk's greatsword blocked several times, his hands were numb from the shock.

Diluk knew that he would be at a disadvantage if he continued to resist, so he kept the greatsword in front of him and quickly retreated about ten meters.

Just as Diluk was still thinking about how to get close to Wu Cheng, suddenly a rapidly spinning blood-red turbine approached him. Diluk was unable to dodge and could only hold the greatsword tightly in his hand for defense.

With the sound of metal clanging and sparks flying around, Diluk's footsteps were forced to retreat, leaving a long trail. But fortunately, he still managed to hold on.

But just as the sickle was about to stop spinning, Wu Cheng quickly approached, skillfully grabbed the handle of the sickle while it was spinning, and was about to use the blade of the sickle to cut Diluk in half.

Diluk saw Wu Cheng's intention and immediately tilted the greatsword in front of him to block the sickle's attack.

After several dozen moves, the two of them managed to tie, switching back and forth between offense and defense, neither of them being able to do anything to the other, as if they had reached an ultimate balance.

Then, Diluk threw the training sword aside and squatted on the grass. "No more fighting, no more fighting. I'm too tired. You call this practicing martial arts? You are a monster."

Wu Cheng walked to the grass where Diluk was squatting and sat down. He looked at Diluk with a smile and said, "Thank you, thank you. It's just that I once had the guidance of an expert."

Diluk looked at Wu Cheng and said as if he knew the truth: "No wonder, I heard a long time ago that there are a lot of immortals living in Jueyunjian in your Liyue. The expert guidance you mentioned should be the immortals."

Wu Cheng was just speaking perfunctorily. Since Diluk had been transformed, there was no need for him to continue explaining.

Wu Cheng then echoed Diluk's words and said, "Yes, when I went to Jueyunjian to pick Jueyun peppers, I met an immortal named Woshuode..."

Diluk listened quietly to Wu Cheng's story and believed it to be true. After listening to Wu Cheng's story,

Diluk couldn't help but sigh: "Oh, I didn't expect you to be so lucky to see an immortal. Unlike me, I went to Liyue to receive brewing materials several times but never saw an immortal."

Wu Cheng comforted Diluk and said, "It's okay, you will see it one day."

Diluk said with great emotion: "I am taking advantage of your words. Think about it, I will become an adult in seven days. The burden I will carry will become heavier and heavier. How long will it take for you to become an adult?"

Wu Cheng pondered for a while. Since he had no memory of this body, he could only roughly judge its age based on its body shape.

According to a normal person, his body size should be around 13 or 14 years old. He thought that since no one knew his origins, there was no place to verify, so he just said he was that age.

Wu Cheng replied: "I'm 14 years old, and there are still four years to go. I still have a lot of growth to go."

Diluk patted his shoulder and pointed to the rising sun and said, "The sun is up, and the people on the other side should be awake. Let's pack up and go back. We will continue to spar tomorrow."

Wu Cheng saw that the sun had indeed risen quite high, and said, "Okay, it's time for us to go back. You go first, I still need to pack up before leaving."

Diluk stood up and patted the grass on his butt, then picked up the training sword next to him and said, "Well, I'll go first. Sometimes I really feel like you're an adult in your 20s. You look old-fashioned."

Wu Cheng smiled and replied to Diluk: "As one experiences more things, his mind will naturally grow faster."

Diluk agreed with Wu Cheng's opinion and said, "Yes, I'll go first then."

After that, Diluk walked back to the caravan's base with his great sword in hand without looking back. When Diluk walked away, Wu Cheng heard Willy's voice in his mind.

"Human, you must do what you promised me just now. I helped you several times when you were sparring with that red-haired human just now. Remember to tell a new story every night to fulfill your promise."

Wu Cheng could also feel that Weili had indeed put in a lot of effort in the battle just now, controlling the blood in her body to coordinate her limbs, making the sickle move just now more smooth, simple and deadly.

If it weren't for Vili's micro-control, he would have been exposed to many loopholes and flaws and would have been knocked to the ground by Diluk's greatsword.

Wu Cheng couldn't help but secretly groan in his heart. He felt really good just now, but he also paid a price for his pleasure which he thought was extremely painful.

In order to avoid being Diluk's sandbag, I paid the price of telling Vili a new story every night. It's really not worth it. Maybe this is the strange desire of men to win.

Wu Cheng replied to Wei Li: "Okay, okay, continue to teach me the sickle moves tomorrow, so that I can tie with him without your help sooner. Remember to take back the blood sickle, I won't be using the sickle for the time being."

Willy replied, "Yeah, yeah, I get it. It's not like we'll forget."

Afterwards, Wu Cheng stopped chatting with Weili. After watching the blood sickle being recovered, he walked towards the caravan's resting place and started a new day's journey.

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