Feng Zi and Sun Wukong left this chaotic town on a somersault cloud, unbeknownst to them, this act caused a sensation around the world and became the headlines of major newspapers. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Feng Zi, where are we going now?" Sun Wukong asked Feng Zi behind him while sitting on the clouds.

Feng Zi was silent for a moment before he said, "Wukong, I think we'd better find our own ways to cultivate!"

"Why?" Sun Wukong's expression changed, and he wondered.

Feng Zi thought for a moment and muttered: "Wukong, you are different from me, it seems that I am the only player in this world who can farm monsters to gain experience, so I am increasing my strength, and you are staying in a straight line." ”

The two were silent, as Feng Zi said, every time Feng Zi fights, he will get experience points, and when the experience accumulates to a certain level, he will level up and greatly improve his body's strength. After all, Sun Wukong and Feng Zi are not the same kind of people, Feng Zi's existence is special, but Sun Wukong, like everyone else, can only become stronger by constantly cultivating, so the two take completely different routes.

Feng Zi opened his mouth to break the silence, and he said with a smile: "If, the next time we meet, Wukong, you don't get stronger, I will be very disappointed." You're a monster with a lot of potential, and I'm looking forward to it. ”

"Feng Zi, are you really not going to look for the Dragon Ball with me?" Sun Wukong grinned and said to Feng Zi.

Feng Zi nodded and replied: "There are still many monsters in this world, as long as I look for them, I will definitely find a suitable map for me." So, Goku, you can't get stronger at all with me, and I don't want you to be unable to keep up with my rank and become a trash in my eyes. ”

Sun Wukong glanced at Feng Zi and said to him, "Oh, then I'll let the somersault cloud lean against the ground." ”

"Heh, no need!" Feng Zi finished speaking, without waiting for Sun Wukong to reflect. I saw his body move, and he jumped from a somersault cloud dozens of meters high.

Smiling slightly, Sun Wukong was not the slightest surprised, because this is Feng Zi's character.

In the cold air, there was a faint voice of Feng Zi: "Wukong, the next time we meet, I will become several times stronger than now! So, you have to become stronger too......"

"Next time we meet, I will definitely defeat you!" Sun Wukong sat on the somersault cloud and muttered in an affirmative tone, with a bright smile on his face after speaking. Then he shouted into the blue sky: "Rush, somersault clouds!"

......

In the dark night, the temperature dropped suddenly, the biting cold wind blew ragingly in the forest, and from time to time a few wolf howls spread throughout the four fields, revealing the eerie horror that made people's hairs stand up.

"Ahh

"Do you hear me?" said a villager in a cloth robe, hiding in his house.

Next to the villager was a woman, her expression was a little frightened, and she replied, "It won't be...... That's here again, isn't it?"

"Uh... Let's go and see!" said the villager, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead and plucking up courage.

Two villagers walked to the wooden door in fear, lay down in the gap in the door, and peeked out of the door.

In their sight, they saw a purple-haired young man, holding a sickle in one hand and dragging the corpse of a wild wolf in the other, and was walking into the village in a murderous manner.

This purple-haired young man is Feng Zi, who practiced separately from Sun Wukong during the day, he was aimlessly looking for the "map of monster farming", just now, he was attacked by a wolf, and the result was obvious, the wolf was killed by Feng Zi's punch, and it was the one Feng Zi was holding in his hand now.

"Anyone?" Feng Zi looked at this village in wonder, it was completely different from what he imagined, lifeless, not even a person, almost every house was closed, and he couldn't help but think of the village where he met Oolong when he was looking for Dragon Ball before.

No one responded to Feng Zi, and in the empty village, not a single household had its windows open, and not a single household had a lamp lit.

Feng Zi is the kind of person who never knows to be afraid, even if he encounters demons and monsters, he will rush forward excitedly and knock them down.

"Whoosh!" Just as Feng Zi came to the door of a household, in vain, the sound of breaking the air fell into Feng Zi's ears. Feng Zi's eyes narrowed, and he saw a metal spear with a flickering cold light whistling towards his chest.

Feng Zi smiled coldly, his right hand was raised in an instant, and he held the spear straight up, and as soon as the palm of his hand was forced, the metallic spear was immediately twisted and deformed.

The faces of the villagers who spied on the scene in front of them in the house changed again and again, and the horror was unmistakable, and the fear of the unknown surged into their hearts.

Feng Zi kicked open the wooden door of a house, and suddenly, the wooden door shattered into sawdust, and the two trembled and hugged each other in panic.

Feng Zi looked at the two of them with a funny look, threw the wild wolf in his hand on the ground, scratched it, and said in a soft tone, "I'm hungry." ”