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

Chapter 938
"There is no need to spend too much energy on making friends with these useless friends. Being entangled in trivial matters will only affect your progress." Jing Ling did not speak until Zhang Gusan left.

She gave Wu Chong advice from her own point of view. She did not want this few friends to fall into those useless people and things.Many young people with potential are wasted in this way.

"Living in this world, there are always bonds that cannot be let go."

Wu Chong replied with a smile.

Jing Ling didn't understand the relationship between him and the Zhang brothers, and it was hard to explain clearly.However, this did not hinder the friendship between the two. At least Jing Ling could say these words in front of him, which meant that he regarded him as a true friend.

"them?"

Jing Ling looked back and glanced at Zhang Gusan's relief when he disappeared.

He didn't understand what was so special about this 'beggar'.

"Let's eat. There's a new mission recently. Protector Zhao has received the news." Wu Chong did not continue the topic.

After having a simple meal with Jing Ling, Wu Chong continued to go back to his house to 'study' immortal literature. Jing Ling also got up and left. She also bought a house nearby some time ago, and she came here less frequently than before. .Unlike Wu Chong, Jing Ling has his own circle. His grandfather and master often give him some advice, and his strength improves quickly.

Two days later, a new task came.

A wanted criminal fled to Area 52, and they were asked to intercept him. Wu Chong also left the house early.

He has been thinking a lot recently, wondering if he should find an opportunity to return to the outer layer again. Going to the outer layer to cause trouble is safer than the inner layer.

As soon as he walked out of the door, he saw an old man carrying a noodle stall passing by him within two steps.The old man walked very fast, as if he didn't see anyone in front of him, and was about to bump into Wu Chong.

Wu Chong stopped and gave in slightly.

Unexpectedly, the old man's noodle stall also gave way, and the bucket filled with noodle soup suddenly hit Wu Chong.

"Ouch!!"

The old man screamed, and the two buckets of noodles he carried on his shoulders fell to the ground, and the rich smell of noodle soup spread everywhere.

The old man who came to his senses on the ground looked distressed at first, but when he saw Wu Chong's clothes clearly, his face suddenly turned pale.

"Sir, the little old man didn't do it on purpose."

First-level deacons are no longer on the same level as the vast majority of ordinary people living in the middle class.Many ordinary people living in the middle class have been living here for generations. They have held the middle class household registration since they were born.Although these people also live in the middle level, they are not immortal cultivators. These people have their own life circle. The meaning of the existence of the Immortal Mansion is to protect these people.

"fine."

Wu Chong glanced at the noodle soup on his body and then glanced at the old man.

Something always feels wrong.

With his reaction speed, it is impossible for ordinary people to bump into him, even if they have other things in mind.But the old man hit him accurately, and the whole process was like a coincidence.He checked carefully and found that there were no fluctuations in cultivation on the old man's body, nor was there any contamination from the dream demon.

Just a pure ordinary person!

This is the biggest abnormality.This kind of abnormality often means trouble, and what Master Wu dislikes the most is trouble.

"Thank you sir, thank you sir!"

The old man stood up in a panic and began to clean up the mess on the ground.

After Wu Chong confirmed twice, he turned and left.

It wasn't until he was far away that the old man collecting the noodle soup on the ground stopped what he was doing and threw the rag in his hand aside.The noodle soup scattered on the ground flowed back into the noodle bucket like a living fluid.

"Failure? Even an ordinary deacon failed to pollute the success. It seems that woman really took action."

The old man's face was uncertain, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

This old man is not an ordinary person, but a believer in the 'Golden Buddha Dream Lord'.Compared with those low-level dream demon worshipers, the old man's level is much higher.He would never attend those so-called sacrificial activities.

The most important thing I do every day is to spread the belief of 'Golden Buddha and Dream Demon'.

The division of labor within the organization is clear, and his task is to spread the word among the official members of the Immortal Mansion.Before Wu rushed over, he had spread to three people.These people are all deacons of the Immortal Mansion. After the power of the 'Golden Buddha Dream Master' eroded away, none of the so-called masters of the Immortal Mansion noticed it.

"The amount is probably too small. Find an opportunity to try it again. This time, be sure to let the 'holy liquid' touch his skin."

After confirming that there was no problem with the 'holy liquid', the old man picked up the noodle bucket again and prepared to change the place to contaminate the other party again.

How could a mere deacon escape the magical power of the Golden Buddha Dream Master!
The old man's mission is to contaminate all the deacons in Area 52. After all the deacons become his own, the follow-up actions will be easier to carry out.

The fairy mansion is too big.

The Immortal Mansion as a whole is naturally an unmatched behemoth, but internal differentiation is another matter.Not only the Golden Buddha Dream Master, but also the more powerful Dream Masters on the other side of the mirage have their own power in the Immortal Mansion.It's just that these people usually wear the clothes of the Immortal Mansion, so it's hard to tell who is who.

"What power is this?"

Wu Chong held a small pale white ball in his hand.This small white ball was collected from the clothes he just wore.

This power was so subtle that it actually penetrated the clothes and attached to his 'human skin'.

Another person might not be able to escape the erosion of this kind of power.

But Wu Chong was different. He wore more than a dozen layers of 'human skin' on his body. After these powers attached, they were quickly sensed by his 'human skin', and then he gathered them and pinched them in his hands.

The ball kept beating in the hand, struggling to escape.

This kind of power does not have the strong contamination of the dream demon, and it is not as conspicuous as the fairy text. It is more like an independent life with its own consciousness.

"A third party? Or a higher power."

Holding the small ball, Wu Chong thought and directly integrated it into the surface of human skin.

In an instant, a familiar nightmare pollution escaped from the human skin.After the small balls enter human skin, they multiply and fission at an extremely fast speed.But in the blink of an eye, the entire human skin was covered.

"The power of the incubus in a shell"

Sensing the familiar fluctuations, Wu Chong took out the pollution instrument and tested it for himself, and found that the pollution scale had reached the sixth level, which was already an extremely dangerous value.

Fortunately, Wu Chong is not a normal person. Using the power of a dream demon to pollute his 'top dream demon' will have the same effect as a meat bun beating a dog.

With a thought, a suction force escaped from the body, and in the blink of an eye, the pollution on the outermost layer of human skin was sucked away.

“What a high quality!”

Wu Chong, who was 'full', couldn't help but burp.

"This kind of hidden dream demon power is not something that ordinary dream demons can produce. It seems that the dream demons in this world are not all excluded from the fairy formation as the fairy mansion advertises."

Thinking of this, Wu Chong stopped and looked back at the direction where the noodle stall old man disappeared.

There must be something wrong with that old man.

However, Mr. Wu also has his own problems, and the problems may be bigger than the noodle stall old man.We all are not good people, so we won’t hurt each other.

Wait until you find an opportunity later and take it away again!

Sure enough, he was still too kind. Master Wu sighed with emotion and walked towards the Thirteenth Hall branch again.

(End of this chapter)