Comprehensive Martial Arts: Others Practice Martial Arts, I Cultivate Immortals

Chapter 31 It's All the World's Fault
After gaining strength, Wu Chong dispelled the discomfort in his body, rolled over on the spot, kicked his feet on the ground, and rushed out towards the gate like a cannonball.

He was the last to move, but the first to rush out.

Before he rushed out for only two breaths, the oil lamp in the old shopkeeper's hand flickered and turned on again.

Sidangjia and Er Mazi who followed closely behind watched the door close again.Seeing this scene, Wu Chong's face changed when he just arrived outside the door. He knew that evil things couldn't kill him, but he didn't expect that a full-strength knife could only make this ghost sleep for a few breaths.

"Brother! Help me."

"no!!"

With two screams, the inn completely disappeared.

Brother, let's go.

Every Qingming Festival, my eldest brother will go to your grave and eat two more bowls of big meat.

Wu Chong, who escaped from death, heard the screams of the two younger brothers behind him, and muttered in his heart.

no way.

Big brother is so righteous.

sunny.

Wu Chong looked up at the sunshine outside, feeling like he was alive after a catastrophe.

His stockade was destroyed, all the bandits except him were dead, and he was the only one left.

Although he, the head of the family, only joined the battle temporarily, but after all, he drank together.With no subordinates like this, I still feel a little uncomfortable all of a sudden, and it will become troublesome to find the fairy leader later.

After relaxing, Wu Chong ate some dry food casually, found a hill to lie down and fell asleep.

This sleep was very dark, and when he woke up, the sky was full of moon and stars, and it was already midnight, and there were not many wolves, tigers and leopards passing by, but even if there were, they probably would not dare to approach him, because they The body still has the power after running the demon art.

Gollum.

I don't know how long I slept, but my spirit has recovered, but I am a little hungry, and I have finished my dry food.

"I don't know where this is? It doesn't seem to be the village before."

After Wu Chong got up and walked for a while, he found a city.

The environment is completely unfamiliar.

Not the village they fled to before.

This is a county town, and it still has no curfew.

There are people coming and going in the city, and the vendors are hawking, and the accent is a little strange.Wu Chong also didn't know where he was taken by that ghost. When he broke through the door, the space obviously fluctuated. The area created by that ghost is probably a moving field outside the real world, similar to a train. When I got on the bus, I was in the previous village, and when I got off the bus, I probably went to another place.

This experience can be regarded as Wu Chong has a clearer understanding of the pollutants in this world.

Night monster.

Pollutants!
He has been exposed to the two horrors that the world talks about changing color.

Still survived.

It's just a little sacrifice of some younger brothers.

The first time was a member of Daniu's Iron River gang, and the second time was a good brother in the cottage.

But the problem is not big.

That is to say, eat two more bowls of meat and drink two more bowls of wine during Qingming.

He is famous for being the leader of Wu Dajia.

'Get something to eat first. '

Wu Chong took out two big coins from his pocket. This is the currency of this world, which he got from Wang Yuanwai before.

"Two biscuits."

Wu Chong didn't care about the amount of money, and threw the big money out casually.

"okay!"

The hawker skillfully wrapped the biscuits and handed them over.

"Brother, let me ask you something."

Wu Chong took a bite of the pancake, it was crispy in the mouth, deep-fried, and tasted very good.

"Is our place Shangyuan City?"

Shangyuan City, Resurrection Club.

It was the most powerful force around the Shanzhai before, those people in Ermazi dreamed of joining Shangyuan City and becoming a member of the Resurrection Society.It's just that the uncles in other cities look down on their muddy legs.

"I haven't heard of Shangyuan City, but I have heard other guests mention the resurrection society you mentioned."

Wu Chong was generous, and the peddler made a lot of money, so he naturally knew everything.

"The Fusheng Society is the top big faction in the northwest. There are top-notch masters in the faction. I heard from the previous bodyguard master that the site of the Fusheng Society is three days away from us. You asked about Shangyuan City. It should be there too."

so far?
Wu Chong was also a little shocked, he had a general understanding.

This place is more than 800 miles away from his original cottage, and there are mountains, forests and swamps in the middle.

"Eight hundred miles!"

Wu Chong once again realized the power of pollutants.

Normal people, even if the carriage broke its legs, it would be impossible to run so far in such a short time, but that ghost thing did it.

"Thank you!"

"You go."

After bidding farewell to the vendors, Wu Chong walked around the whole street.

Late at night.

The vendors also closed their stalls one after another, and Wu Chong had nowhere to go alone, so he had to find an inn to stay.

This was the most peaceful sleep he had ever had since he came to this world.

Early the next morning.

Wu Chong left the inn, and he still had to continue to search for information about the immortal.

The road of retreating to accumulate experience has stagnated at this stage. The daily increase in experience is still the same as before, but the experience value consumed by exercises is increasing.If this continues, he may not even have enough experience points to click a skill.

So he had to think of a way to find a new way to increase his experience, or to enhance his practice.

"How much does it cost to buy a message?"

Bai Xiaolou.

This is the place where Hades City sells news, and it is also the largest gang affiliated force in the entire Hades City.

Originally, after losing those bandits, Wu Chong thought of spending money to solve the problem, and buying news was the first way he thought of.After spending a whole morning inquiring through channels, he finally found the news outlet, but the price the other party asked for made him feel very disingenuous.

Ten-year free subordinate contract.

He just came to buy news that this birdman actually wanted him to sign a slave contract.

This made Wu Chong's mind involuntarily have a dangerous thought.

"What do you think the fairy news is? It's top-notch news that has a price but no market. A poor ghost like you has nothing good. He wants to exchange some yellow and white things for this kind of news. Isn't it daydreaming? What is it? Want to pursue immortals? Yuan has to be willing, but it's just a ten-year thug contract, which is cheap enough."

Shopkeeper Kuang, the person in charge of Baixiaolou, was shaking the reclining chair, and the cattail fan in his hand was swinging slowly.

This guy never looked at Wu Chong from the beginning to the end.

I really want to kill him!
Wu Chong narrowed his eyes and took back the bank notes on the table, ignored the fat shopkeeper on the recliner, turned around and went out the door.

He was trying to be a good guy.

It's a pity that this world doesn't give him a chance.

'If you want to blame, blame the world! '

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(End of this chapter)