I am a boss in the world of nine uncles

Chapter 70 Children, times have changed

At sunset, the sunset is like a burning glow.

Renjia Town.

Yizhuang.

Uncle Nine was wearing a padded jacket and a Taoist robe outside. He stood upright in the main room, in front of the table, holding a writing brush, tapped the cinnabar, and drew runes one by one on the yellow paper.

Unlike Qin Yao's practice of painting talismans, based on Uncle Jiu's current sixth-level spell cultivation, the aura generated by the talisman painting is far from enough to meet the needs of promotion, so the talismans he draws now are basically for daily needs. need.

"Master, there is a swordsman outside who claims to be a post-Kunlun scholar and wants to see you." Suddenly, Wen Cai hurried in and said loudly.

"Kunlun swordsman?" Uncle Jiu was slightly taken aback.

I forget how long I haven't heard of this name. In my memory, the rumored Yan Chixia is already the last name of the Kunlun lineage.

So, where did this post-Kunlun scholar come from?

"Yes, master, wearing a long gown and holding an iron sword, dressed like an ancient person." Wen Cai said.

Uncle Jiu hesitated for a moment, then hung up his brush: "Bring people in, don't be rude."

"Yes, Master."

Shaoqing, a young man with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and strong martial arts followed behind Wencai, walked into the lobby, clasped his fists and said, "Yan Wuya, a post-Kunlun scholar, pays his respects to Senior Maoshan."

Uncle Jiu looked at him carefully, and replied: "Forgive me for being presumptuous, may I ask which lineage of Kunlun your master is from?"

Yan Wuya said without hesitation: "The teacher is from Yan Chixia's lineage, and the ancestor who opened the lineage is Yan Shi'er."

The corner of Uncle Jiu's mouth twitched.

Okay.

Yan Chixia is the best known in Kunlun, and this swordsman who emerged is from Yan Chixia's lineage...

How can there be such a coincidence in the world?

"Mr. Yan..."

"Senior, you should call me Wu Ya, it sounds pleasing to your ear." Yan Wuya said hastily.

Uncle Jiu paused slightly, and said with a smile, "Okay, Wu Ya, what do you want from me?"

"Neighboring Sunwang Town, a bronze armor corpse was dug up in Xiaowang Village, which killed many villagers. After receiving the news, the juniors invited heroes from all walks of life to do justice for the heavens. However, people's hearts were not old, and there were very few responses. There are five people here, and I am no match for the bronze armored corpse. I accidentally heard that the ninth uncle in Renjia Town is famous, so I came here to pay a visit and respectfully ask the ninth uncle to come out of the mountain to get rid of the corpse." Yan Wuya said sincerely .

"Bronze armor corpse..." Uncle Jiu's eyes changed slightly.

Ordinary monks are divided into realms of heaven, earth and man, and zombies also have a set of standards for dividing strength.

Under normal circumstances, the standards from low to high are: White Zombie - Black Zombie - Jumping Zombie - Flying Zombie - Drought Man - Roar.

Among them, white stiffness refers to the body that has just become a zombie, and white hair will grow on its body, covering the whole body. The zombies in this period are the weakest, and their strength is not much stronger than ordinary people. The main reason is that they look scary. A typical example is Ren Fa, Master Ren.

When the white zombie swallows enough blood essence, the white hair on the body will turn black, and it will turn into a black zombie. At this time, the fighting power of the zombie is greatly increased, and it is difficult for three or five ordinary people to subdue it.

After going through the hundred-year limit, the black hair on the body has faded away, walking is no longer crooked, mainly jumping, and the corpse energy in the body is transformed into corpse essence, which is the realm of jumping corpses.

Of course, if nourished by Feng Shui treasures, the time limit of one hundred years can also be shortened.

It is worth mentioning that jumping zombies also have grades, the lowest is the iron corpse, then the bronze armor corpse, the silver armor corpse, the gold armor corpse, the drill...of course there is no drill, the highest is the gold armor corpse.

And when the golden-armored corpse drinks enough blood, gathers enough energy, breaks through its own restraint, and is able to fly, it is flying stiff.

Drought and Roar are almost myths, and the secular world does not allow such awesome things to appear, so I won't repeat them here.

Having said that, the real strength of a bronze armored corpse is comparable to that of an Earth Master.In Uncle Jiu's view, Yan Wuya is not a fool if he can get away with it after provoking the Bronze Armored Corpse.

evening.

The bright moon bends.

Yan Wuya brought Uncle Jiu, Qiu Sheng, and Mao Shanming, who came here purely to make soy sauce, to a mountain depression, and introduced the five companions to them one by one.

Uncle Jiu nodded, but actually didn't remember who was who, and asked, "Where is that bronze armored corpse?"

"Senior, don't worry, let's figure out how to fight later and divide the work." Yan Wuya said.

"I'm faster and can distract him." A man with a long knife said coldly.

"I'm good at sneak attacks. I'll focus on his rear later to see if I can find his weakness." A dwarf-like knight raised his dagger.

Wearing cotton armor and holding a spear, the middle-aged man with a frosty face said: "I stabbed his throat and eyes."

……

After a while, including Yan Wuya, the six of them expressed their plans one after another, and then all looked at Uncle Jiu.

Uncle Jiu paused slightly, coughed dryly and said, "Let me see..."

Could this be something to look at?
For a moment, suspicion emerged in the hearts of the six of them.

This Ninth Uncle of Renjia Town, please don't be a showman.

later.

A scary zombie wearing a Qing Dynasty official uniform, wearing a black gauze hat, arms outstretched, and feet constantly jumping, passed by the mountain pass and appeared in the eyes of everyone.

"Senior, let's go first, you look for an opportunity to kill." Yan Wuya looked solemn, and slowly drew out the iron sword in his hand.

I don't know if he sensed their breath or smelled the aroma of their flesh and blood, the jumping zombie outside the mountain suddenly stopped and turned his eyes to look.

"No need." Uncle Jiu shook his head and waved to Wen Cai who was standing behind him.

Wen Cai immediately opened the box in his arms, took out an object, and delivered it to Uncle Jiu.

"call out."

"boom!"

After a while, watching the bronze armored corpse's head torn apart, a group of heroes of the world were dumbfounded, and their bodies froze in place, motionless as if they had been hit by a talisman.

Uncle Nine silently admired the power of the Gauss pistol in his heart, but his face was very indifferent: "It's settled, you can deal with it yourself."

Yan Wuya: "..."

Five heroes: "..."

Their reaction is that they have reacted, but they can't accept it for a while.

A Taoist priest from Maoshan didn't use weapons or talismans to remove zombies. Instead, he took out a pistol in full view of the crowd, and smashed the zombies with one shot...

This kind of scene, this kind of picture instantly destroyed their spiritual world and made them have deep doubts about life.

"Senior, I don't understand. Is this how you fight zombies in Maoshan?" After a long, long time, Yan Wuya swallowed and asked with difficulty.

Uncle Jiu shook his head: "No, to be honest, it's also the first time I use this thing. Times have changed, Wu Ya, we have to keep up with the tide of the times."

Yan Wuya: "..."

A group of heroes: "..."

good waves.

Good tide.

So advanced.

Well fuck it makes sense!

(End of this chapter)