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

Chapter 391 I'm Helping Him
Wu Chong had a little bit of understanding, and glanced at the panel, and found that the upgrade button in the late stage of the transformation of the gods had become brighter.So he didn't even think about it, raising his hand was an upgrade.

After the upgrade, Wu Chong's aura became more solid.

There is a faint tendency to touch the threshold of returning to the void, but the strength of a real person Huang Feng is obviously not enough, and it is over as soon as it starts.

"Too little, maybe I should help Brother Dragon King harvest this land."

As a long-standing sworn brother, Wu Chong felt that his elder brother would definitely not care.

After breathing for a while, he stood up and moved his body.

The image of a handsome guy that I dreamed of before, after two years of practice, the painting style began to distort again.I don't know if it's because the reality is too strong or something else, anyway, basically I can't get along with Shuai now, which is why every time my junior sister Zhao Xue came back to see him, she would be stunned for a second or two reason.

The heat was steaming, Wu Chong finished his Eagle Claw Kungfu, and then turned his attention to Huang Fengren's companion beast, Huang Pizi.

Huang Pizi, who was summoned by Wu Chong, huddled in the corner tremblingly. It didn't know what happened, why suddenly its master changed.The most exaggerated thing is that there is a chicken next to it?Looking up at the three-meter-tall monster covered in flesh, Weasel felt that there must be something wrong with his world view.

When did chickens become so scary?

"C-level companion beast is this kind of thing?"

This is Huang Fengren's companion beast, C-level.It can summon the yellow wind, and it also has a good bonus in combat.

"Let's go back."

Wu Chong waved his hand and released Huang Feng's companion beast back.

Close the door and start a new round of return to virtual practice.

The confrontation between Minglou and Wuxiangmen continued to escalate, and basically important figures fell every once in a while.

After Zhao Xue learned of the whereabouts of the elder brother Bai Zhiqiu from him that day, she never came back, and the elder brother never heard from him.It is estimated that Zhao Xue invited him out of the mountain. Poor real Huang Feng persisted all his life, and he was the only disciple of the 'big rooster' to accompany him until his death. He was really lonely.

Wu Chong didn't make a special trip to inform them about this matter, and he couldn't find anyone for a while.

It is estimated that they will not know the news until some day in the future when they return to the mountain after finishing their work.But at that time, real Huang Feng didn't know how long he had been dead.

Shahe Village.

Red brick and tile houses, bluestone long street.

A dilapidated noodle stall with two weird bosses.

A few guests who didn't eat noodles sat inside and drank tea in silence. It was so cold this day, but these people still didn't feel anything, drinking tea on their own, as if they were waiting for someone.

Boom!
There was a sound, and everyone looked for it.

At the end of the street, a strange man carrying a heavy object was slowly walking in this direction.

This person walked very slowly, but every time he landed, he would pause, as if he had to step on it firmly before he dared to move forward. The heavy objects behind him were also being pounded, and there was a leather drum hanging beside him. It is the skin drum that came out.

"Two bowls of noodles."

The man went to the noodle stall and sat down, threw the heavy objects aside, and said to the stall owner.

Only then did everyone see clearly the heavy object that this man had been dragging. It was a coffin made of pure gold. Because it was completely closed, everyone didn't know if there was anything inside.I just think there is probably something wrong with this person.

Is it normal for a person dragging a golden coffin across the street in the middle of the night?
"No noodles."

The noodle boss took a spoonful of hot water with a spoon and poured it into the porcelain bowl.

"Only sell soup."

On the stall at the entrance, the big word 'noodles' was still fluttering in the night wind.

A weirdo dragging a coffin in the night.

A noodle stall that doesn't sell noodles.

A group of guests who only had soup.

There is no normal person in this place.

But the man dragging the coffin seemed to know it a long time ago, and ignored the customers over there, just yawned and said to the stall owner.

"You 'Mirage' is almost ready, otherwise you would be an S-class companion beast."

As he said these words, the noodle stall owner also put down the spoon in his hand, and at the same time, everyone in the noodle stall froze except for the two of them.A layer of ripples rippled like a water curtain, and when the night wind blew, the picture drifted away.

Look at the noodle stall again.

There is no stall, the guests and the female boss are all fake, the only real thing is the pot and spoon in the boss's hand, and the table and chair where the man dragging the coffin sits.

"Second on the ground list, the man who dragged the coffin."

The noodle stall owner looked at him and said with a wary face.

"Who was unlucky this time and was killed by you?"

"I'm just sending them home. It's been a long time dreaming. It's not good." The coffin dragger knocked on the table.

"Don't forget my face."

Hearing this, the noodle stall owner had no choice but to take out a handful of noodles and cook them for Du Fu.He knew that the man in front of him was a lunatic, and if he didn't give him the following words, he would really kill someone.

A lunatic who clamors all day long that the world is a dream.

The noodles are cooked in no time.

When it was brought up, the man dragging the coffin took a bite.

"It's almost ready, but it's still edible."

The noodle stall owner sat down opposite him.

"What kind of benefits did Wuxiang Building give you, even you were moved."

"Advantages? What is Wuxiangmen, worthy of inviting me?"

The man dragging the coffin took a big mouthful of noodles and shook his head again and again.

"Then you still help them deal with Bai Zhiqiu?" the noodle stall owner asked, he was in the noodle stall business, and what he sold was news.There are few things in this world that he doesn't know about. For example, the battle between Minglou and Wuxiangmen is behind the confrontation between two top masters.These two people are Bai Zhiqiu, the third on the local list, and the coffin dragger, who is the second on the local list.

"I'm helping him. Bai Zhiqiu is a good person. I can't bear to see him sink."

The man dragging the coffin put down the chopsticks in his hand and said with a serious face.

"help him?"

The noodle stall owner didn't want to talk anymore, he knew that this person was a lunatic, but he didn't expect his brain circuit to be so strange.Is there such a group of people in this world who focus on killing other people's relatives?Bai Zhiqiu's junior sisters were all seriously injured by him. If it wasn't for Zhao Xue's own strength, she might be lying in the coffin now.

"The relatives in the dream are all illusions. I want to help him eradicate all these illusions, so that he will wake up."

After speaking, he began to bow his head to eat noodles again.

"That's why you attacked his junior sister? I heard that you killed all three of his junior sister's best friends. She must hate you to the bone now. As her close relative and senior brother, Bai Zhiqiu must also want to kill you." The noodle stall owner Try to communicate with him from another angle.

"It's a pity that I couldn't kill his junior sister."

The man dragging the coffin sighed, speaking from such an angle that people didn't know how to answer it.

"Fortunately, I heard that besides the junior sister, Bai Zhiqiu also has a younger brother. Killing him should play a certain role."

"what?"

If the junior sister can't be killed, why not kill the junior brother?The methods of your group of people, the average person may really not be able to hold on.

(End of this chapter)