Changsheng: My realm is more than perfect

Chapter 40 The wind and sand are about to break up and the battle begins

Wu Meng can actually understand Jiang Shanshan's fear.

She was born in Ketuoze, and since she was born, she has been accustomed to seeing distinct classes and hearing the prestigious reputation of the Lord of Songtian City.

She has never seen the outside world. She has heard people say how powerful first-class masters are, but she lacks specific concepts.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the Lord of Songtian City is her heaven.

In her eyes, Wu Meng wanted to fight Songtian, which was tantamount to going against heaven and committing suicide.

Moreover, such behavior will also affect future reincarnations and bring disaster to generations to come.

"To become a disciple of Chuanxin Buddha..."

Wu Meng's voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

Jiang Shanshan reluctantly shifted his attention and tried to listen.

"A test needs to be completed."

"What test?" she asked subconsciously.

"A test that seems simple but is actually so difficult that you need to break through yourself and sharpen your humanity."

Jiang Shanshan seemed to understand but she remembered the word 'difficulty'.

"You only have one chance, you can quit at any time." Wu Meng's voice continued.

She understood this sentence, so much so that she subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as if she had stepped back from the edge of the cliff to the ground.

This feeling of peace of mind is so wonderful.

Jiang Shanshan ran away regardless of it.

However, as soon as I lifted my feet, the memory of the past came to my mind inexplicably. I didn't realize it before, but now that I think about it, that memory is actually dark.

On the contrary, in the past two days, a few rays of light seemed to have penetrated into her world.

Jiang Shanshan raised his feet in the air, but he could no longer step down.

Seeing this scene, Wu Meng patted her head.

Leaning slightly, one tall and one short, two figures passed through the square and street, disappearing into the wind and sand.

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The peace in Ketuoze only lasted for three days, and a large number of people from all walks of life began to pour into the city.

Not only that, but the fleet of merchants also drove into the city in an endless stream.

In the past, businessmen who felt extremely painful after being exploited for a few bucks were like sharks smelling fishy smell. The layers of 'levels' could not hinder them in the slightest.

Two more days passed.

The upper echelons of Ketuoze finally smelled something was wrong.

noon.

City Lord's Mansion.

A guard looked solemn as he walked through many temples and stone buildings and came to a large hall.

The main hall is entirely gilded, built with gold bricks and tiles, and is luxuriously decorated. There are a large number of murals and reliefs painted inside, in which the faces of the immortals are all very similar to those of Songtian.

When the guards entered the palace, several nobles were already inside, talking to the city lord.

The guard lowered his eyebrows and waited until Songtian called him, then handed over the post in his hand.

Songtian has an orthodox West Desert face, short hair, a red mole on his forehead, and only strands of gold belt hanging on his upper body, revealing his explosive muscles.

He is close to fifty years old and his temples are slightly white.

But for first-class masters, this age is still considered to be in the prime of life.

He flipped through the post, waved his hand expressionlessly, and drove away the few people in the hall.

This is a challenge letter.

Wu Meng counted the time and just handed it over today. The date of the appointment is two days later.

The location is the largest square in Ketuoze.

It was here that Songtian punched the Heart-piercing Buddha and crippled him.

This square can be regarded as the starting point of his journey to becoming a god. The provocative meaning of setting the arena here is self-evident.

Songtian should have been angry, but now he frowned and fell into deep thought.

"Unknown doctor..."

The name of the unknown doctor has been resounding throughout the world in the past year.

There is nothing that any warrior does not know.

Someone reported this name a few days ago, saying that the other party's challenge to him had spread throughout the city.

Regarding these news, Songtian initially thought it was someone secretly instigating them and didn't take it seriously. After all, there is no enmity between the two sides, so there is no need for such a big battle.

But as time passed, until he saw the letter of challenge handed to his hand today, the last trace of luck in his heart disappeared.

Songtian thought for a moment, and his face became increasingly gloomy.

In this matter, the best way is to use the excuse of not being in the city.

Avoid fighting.

However, he had just appeared in the square a few days ago, and now making excuses for not being in the city was no different from surrendering.

Songtian's teeth were clenched unconsciously.

Although the unknown doctor is famous, he is not afraid.

The reason why he wanted to avoid the war was simply because his reputation was too great to withstand any mistakes.

The people of the city regard him as God. Even if he defeats the opponent dozens of times, it is still a big blow to his reputation.

After all, how could Tianwei tolerate provocation from mortals?

After thinking about it, Songtian's eyes gradually revealed a fierce light.

Since you want to fight, you have to see blood, you have to behead, you have to cut out the heart and lungs, all of them are laid out, turning the arena into a torture platform.

"Here, it's Ketuoze!"

"Somebody come!"

The majestic voice of praising the sky came from the main hall, like rolling thunder.

"Publish my decree, and the city will be closed for three months from now on. No one will be allowed in or out. Those who disobey the order will be punished by dismembering their limbs, blinding their eyes, and losing their aura for three generations..."

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As the decrees were promulgated one by one, Ketuo was in a state of turmoil.

Of course, the nervous ones are all outsiders.

The local citizens were extremely excited. This time, they no longer worried about the city lord, but were looking forward to the battle in two days and the miracle coming again.

There is only one-sided ridicule and curses for the unknown doctors who do not know the heights of the world.

The night before the battle.

The wind and sand will subside.

Wu Meng and Jiang Shanshan are on the street.

"Aren't you... afraid?" Jiang Shanshan was much bolder now.

Wu Meng lowered his head and said amusedly: "I said I have one more reincarnation than him. Do you believe it?"

Jiang Shanshan shook his head.

Wu Meng pointed to the direction of the city gate: "Since he has sealed the city, it means that he wants to use dirty methods to deal with me. It is you, the city lord, who are afraid."

Jiang Shanshan still shook his head in disbelief.

Leaning slightly, the two of them walked to the corner of Wuyandao Medicine Hall.

Wu Meng stopped and took out a handwritten letter from his sleeve.

He turned to look at Jiang Shanshan and said meaningfully: "It's still too late to quit now. This is the last chance."

Jiang Shanshan took the letter: "Are you going to give it to Chuanxin Buddha? I've thought about it. I'll just die with you."

Wu Meng smiled and narrowed her eyes: "I'm definitely not going to die. It's hard for you to tell me."

Jiang Shanshan suddenly made a face and stuck out his tongue at Wu Meng: "Puff, puff, I don't believe it!"

After saying that, she ran to the door of Wuyandao Medicine Hall and shouted: "Master, I have sent you a letter! Come and take a look!"

"Don't call me Master!"

Wang Shisong limped out and saw a letter at the door, but Jiang Shanshan was nowhere to be seen.

After not seeing him for a few days, I thought he was dead.

Hearing this ghostly voice made Wang Shisong feel relieved.

He bent down to pick up the letter, turned back, and opened the envelope smoothly.

The next moment, the limping Wang Shisong suddenly stopped.

His eyes were fixed on the letter, and his palms were shaking violently.

There were only four words written on the blank page, but they were like four thunderbolts, striking into his heart.

These four words are...

"How to treat a heart attack?"

(End of this chapter)