Chapter 819 Fist Town

Chapter 819 Fist Town

"you know me?"

The tall red-haired monk took the sweat towel on the side and wiped the sweat on his hands.

Slick back your steaming long hair.

He raised his eyebrows sideways and looked at the strong man who was speaking like an iron tower.

A monk like the strong man has an aura of cleverness and is extremely solid and strong. As long as he sees it, he will remember it.

However, he thought for a long time and could not find the figure of this person in his mind.

Therefore, I couldn't help but ask doubtfully: "The Ancient Holy Land is the first of the four Holy Lands in the Eastern Wasteland. I have never met the descendants of the Ancient Holy Land, nor have I ever dealt with the monks of the Ancient Holy Land."

"Could it be that one of my monk friends who was killed comes here to seek revenge?"

Tushanjun murmured softly.

Never feared that this person would hear.

Then he denied it. He never hesitated when it came to killing people.

He has many enemies, but none of them are so involved and can even be related to the monks of the ancient holy land.

And what was the reason that made a god-transformation monk, a genius from the ancient holy land, rush to the City of All Things just to find him?

Tu Shanjun squinted his eyes, his mood sank, and a bad premonition immediately arose.

Venerable Chuiyun didn't last long. He died thirty years after being invited into the Soul Banner's Wuan Ruins. Now he is not inhaled into the Soul Banner just because Venerable Chuiyun's cultivation level exceeds that of the main soul.

He remembered that Chuiyun said that he had sold his details to Guxian Tower.

As long as he dies, Guxian Tower will know.

Thinking of this, the main soul's eyes couldn't help but extend, as if wanting to find the person behind Venerable Huang Tuo.

He felt that if Chuiyun really revealed all his details, there would definitely not be only one Supreme Transformation Master coming.

With the characteristics of the Zunhun Banner, as well as its ability to continuously advance through the evil spirit and Yin Shen, even a Taoist Lord who is above a saint will not sit idly by and ignore it.

…

A ray of consciousness from the main soul returns to the soul banner.

Returning to ruins without shore.

This place is exactly the same as the scene in the Soul Banner, except that there is no Yin Shen here.

It was empty, as if there was only one figure in the world. And that man was sitting on the fishing platform of the pavilion next to the pond, sitting cross-legged and holding a pole, like an antique sculpture that had been carved here long ago.

Even if there were footsteps coming from behind, the statue still was not shaken.

"Have you told me all the details?"

An ethereal and somewhat hoarse questioning voice came from behind.

A voice was heard coming.

The ‘sculpture’ seemed to finally come to life.

His eyes lit up.

But his eyes were still fixed on the fishing rod in his hand.

He said calmly: "Is this person not of high cultivation?"

Under the bamboo hat, Venerable Chuiyun, wearing a giant whale robe of blue sky, clouds and water, raised his head.

"The genius of the ancient holy land."

After the main soul finished speaking, Venerable Chuiyun stopped responding.

Just sit there quietly. Even his expression didn't change at all.

This state has lasted for a long time, and he has rarely spoken since Chuiyun entered the banner. This should be the second sentence he said, and that's it.

Tushanjun knew that he would never be able to ask anything else.

When seeing Huang Tuo.

In fact, he had some doubts in his mind.

After hearing Chuiyun's words, Tushanjun felt a little more relieved.

Chuiyun definitely didn't reveal all his details. I just don’t know how much Chuiyun said. He couldn't get specific information from Chuiyun, so there was only one person left.

In front of the fire.

The main soul looked at the iron tower-like monk and asked, "Are you the only one?"

Venerable Huang Tuo lowered his voice and said: "I'm not the only one, but I should be the first one to come."

Throwing the boy out casually, his excited eyes lit up and he praised: "As expected of the news I obtained with 20 million high-grade spiritual stones, it is indeed accurate!"

"What's even more rare is that his sanity is not weak at all!"

Venerable Huang Tuo stared at the red-haired main soul.

He really didn't expect that such a 'treasure' would appear in front of him.

When he walked up to this person, he couldn't tell whether he was a person or an object. Whether it was his demeanor or wisdom, he looked like a living monk.

"Block news."

Huang Tuo raised his arm slightly.

Then an illusory figure solidified beside him.

Seeing that his aura is also in the realm of divine transformation.

The figure half-knelt on the ground and said in a deep voice: "Young Master, this place belongs to the Holy Land of Heavenly Artifacts and is the city at its core. Even if we had known about it, we would not be able to set up a large formation. Once we offend the Holy Land of Heavenly Artifacts, I'm afraid it won't be easy for Young Master to give an explanation to the Lord, we'll wait..."

"How long can the lockdown last?"

"A quarter of an hour."

"enough!"

Huang Tuo smiled calmly: "Go."

The iron-tower-like monk took two steps forward, raised his hands and said, "Huang Tuo, please help me, senior."

The main soul stared at the monk who looked like an iron tower.

This man was tall and tall, with jet-black hair that looked like a waterfall, and narrow scars could be seen at the corners of his eyes.

The scar did not destroy this resolute and heroic face, but instead added a bit of domineering and wildness to it.

Its Qi and blood are like a rainbow, like a powerful shield wall standing majestically on a mountain.

When faced directly, the energy and blood are like the vast river, trying to wash away everything around him.

If it were a weaker desolate beast, when they saw this person, they would probably think that the beast king was coming.

However, this kind of monk is willing to bow down and pay respects.

This actually made Tu Shanjun a little surprised.

After hiding in Tibet for so many years, I have forgotten when I could get such courtesy even if my identity was exposed.

That must have been when he was very young.

The main soul shook his head slightly.

"You go."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

If a greedy person comes to the door, Tushanjun will not mind killing them, or refining them into banner slaves to replenish his magic power. Since Huang Tuo was still a man of etiquette and had no enmity or enmity with him, there was no need to take the risk to kill the true genius of a large sect.

And even though Tu Shanjun didn't agree with Xu Xuan's theory, he still had some concerns in his heart.

He didn't know whether he influenced the other person's fate or whether it was the other person's original fate.

To say it is far from convincing, just look at Taoist Brother Yuyan, who was originally in a desperate situation but finally became a Nascent Soul, stepped into the Transformation God, returned to the Eastern Wasteland Tianyang, and became a younger generation of the outer sect to resist the tripod.

If Taoist Brother has a great opportunity, he will be inherited by Taoist Lord, and someone will take care of him.

Jinghong, Wu Rong, even Yulong, Qiu Wandao... do not belong to that category.

They may have great or small opportunities and have great talents, but they are not short-lived at all.

If Yu Long was in charge of the Soul Reverend Banner in Xingluo Sea back then, would things still develop as they do now? Seeing the sect growing, Tu Shanjun was not only happy, but also relieved.

After all, he is not the one who blames everything on Hatami.

All good things are done by oneself, and all bad things are brought about by the banner master?

Can I be alone?

At least, he couldn't shirk everything calmly.

Huang Tuo was startled, then stood up and said in a deep voice: "Senior, do you think I am not qualified? I am the true successor of the ancient temple. I studied under the saint, possessing the body of the Blood God. I became an elixir at the age of twenty-five and gave birth to a baby at the age of forty-four. He won the name of Tianjiao and became a god two hundred years later. He is not yet three hundred years old and is already in the middle stage of becoming a god."

"Ranked one hundred and seventy-nine on the Eastern Wasteland Prodigy List."

"I know, my ranking is low."

"That's just because my cultivation level is low."

"I have been practicing for few years."

"Once I enter the late stage of becoming a god, and with the help of my seniors, I will definitely be able to reach the top thirty!"

"Senior, if you think I'm not qualified enough, you might as well tell me about the test, and I, Huang Tuo, will take it all."

The red-haired main soul paused and asked, "What are your ideals?"

"ideal?"

Huang Tuo searched his head.

racking his brains to find an answer that fits the spirit in front of him.

The weapon spirit is not in a hurry either.

Just stood there quietly waiting for him.

It seemed that he would have to think for a long time, so he pulled the wicker chair next to him, put on his robe, leaned on the wicker chair and read the book. He picked up the tea bowl next to the other side, and the bowl was filled with spiritual wine.

The big man standing in the center of the courtyard just came back to his senses and said: "I want to become a Taoist disciple and the Holy Master of the ancient temple."

The main soul smiled.

Then he asked: "If I bite you to death and don't agree, will you take action to rob me?"

Huang Tuo nodded hesitantly and said: "Yes!"

There is no way he would let the opportunity go. Even if the weapon spirit treasure is at the Taoist level and there is not much room for improvement, he will not give up.

A top-notch Taoist soldier, at his age, can still stay with him for at least hundreds of years, and the most valuable thing is the high intelligence of the weapon spirit. Such a helper is simply not comparable to spiritual stones.

"Very honest."

"I like honest people."

Tu Shanjun nodded slightly.

Huang Tuo was overjoyed: "Senior agreed to help me..."

"Let's strike the iron first."

The joy turned into doubt before it dissipated: "Forging iron?"

He thought he had passed the test and was excited about taking possession of the spiritual treasure. He didn't want to have another test. And it’s still blacksmithing. As he spoke, he moved his eyes to the bellows and furnace in the inner hall and frowned.

He never learned to blacksmith at all.

As a genius, there is no need to practice all kinds of immortal arts. In his opinion, those are just hard work and should be learned.

No matter how respected the master is, it is still hard work.

As a talented monk, he only needs to care about his own cultivation, and someone will take care of the rest for him.

Whether it is a panacea, a secret book of exercises, or a magical weapon, as long as he has the cultivation level, he can obtain it from the sect through his own cultivation level.

"Senior, are you just having fun?"

The spiritual aura around Huang Tuo quickly increased.

After getting along with each other, he has already seen the cultivation level of the weapon spirit using his Dharma Eyes.

It's not the early stage of divine transformation, it should be the middle stage. His aura is solid and stable, and he is a very strong opponent.

"You practice boxing, right?"

"yes."

"Most of the ancient sacred places were about physical training, but I started my career with boxing."

The main soul who got up didn't say much, but opened a fist stance.

Buzz!

Huang Tuo's eyes widened suddenly.

The red-haired monk said calmly: "Can you take my punch?"

Huang Tuo bowed his hands and said, "I am willing to forge iron."