The eldest young master of the Zhu family was originally named Zhu Qinfen, and he was the heir of a thousand-year-old family, and he also had some fame in the nearby prefectures and counties. Because his ancestor had teamed up with seven other brothers of the opposite sex to hunt a giant Jiao that was raging in the 'Tuotuo River'. In order to mark his merits, the Archbishop of the Light of the 'Star City' specially appointed the eight of them as the 'Eight Guards of the Celestial Star' to enjoy the offerings of the 'Holy Academy' for generations.

However, 'the descendants are not filial and live in a thick place, and the three beetles are coming, called thieves, called Bo disciples, and said advocating excellence. For thousands of years, the children of these eight families have no worries about food and clothing, and they have enjoyed wealth and wealth, and even the ancestral training requires that the 'Liuyu Meeting' meet once a year has become a luxurious banquet for a group of gentlemen to compete for beauty and show off their wealth.

Wang Sheng and Chen Qing'e sat on Young Master Zhu's luxurious carriage, and they roughly understood the whole story, and asked them about the decline of their magic, and now the elder with the highest combat power is only a high-level mage of the water system, and in the nearby city-state, there has not been a Zerg for a long time.

After recalling "Yongzheng Dynasty" and "The Legend of Wu Meiniang" twice, there was a posture of looking down on all living beings, which perfectly fits the setting of a worldly master who is few words.

The Zhu family's convoy traveled along the main road for an hour, then turned southeast and ran towards a mountain range in the distance. Because Wang Sheng had been delayed in the town for too long, by the time they arrived at the 'Changchun Garden', it was already noon, and the people who were disturbed by the sultry heat after autumn were a little upset.

This large garden covers an area of about a few miles, with mountains and rivers intertwined, and the Green Lake Gallery is extremely beautifully built. Wang Sheng walked in all directions, leisurely walking all the way through the mountains and rivers, until Young Master Zhu was about to cry, and then walked near the arena.

At this time, there were already dozens of puppet beasts in the middle of the field, and they were fighting in full swing, and there were brocade-robed nobles in the stands around them, shouting hoarsely and cheering for the puppets they bet on. The men and women sat together, laughing at each other without shying away from it, waving their glasses in their hands, foaming at the mouth of dirty work as they spoke, and the smell of pride filled the air with the miserable screams of the puppets as they shattered.

Because every puppet beast needs to kill a living life in order to be successfully refined, the 'Cult of Light' has always disapproved of this crooked technique. However, in their various scriptures, it is clearly recorded that the 'Lord God of Light' has a giant magic tool, and he has fought against millions of 'Alien Sky Demons' and made great contributions to the Tian Yuan Continent.

Since 'the Lord God' can use it, then God's people can use it too. Although in the past 10,000 years, there have been countless believers who have repeatedly explained His sufferings for the 'Lord of Light', and even demanded that all the finished puppets be engraved with the words "The divine gift of life, the usurpation of ominous." 'Eight big characters.

But this kind of combat power that can be bought with money does not have any risk of being anti-customer-oriented at all, and it is much more reliable than hiring those unruly magicians, and no one cares about this little curse.

The 'Jianghan Plain' has been peaceful for a long time, and the children of the nobles buy puppets, more to show their majesty on ordinary mortals. This frenzy of puppet buying reached its peak after the 'Cult of Light' completely banned the competition between the living and the Monsters.

The souls of these low-level puppets are mostly simple animals such as worms and fleas, they don't have any high-level intelligence, and it's already very good to be able to distinguish between friend and foe, and it's difficult to implement any high-level strategy, and the puppets of the same team often hug each other and bite each other, making a big fuss.

Most of the children of the nobility don't care about winning or losing, and letting these half-life bodies fall apart, burst out with a 'click' wail, and enjoy the pleasure of torture and killing, which is the driving force for their joy.

The church has no choice but to settle for the next best thing, and firmly control the core component of the golem making the 'soul core' in its own hands, and anyone who makes it without permission will be divided by a heavy punishment, but this has no effect except for doubling the price of the golem beast several times.

By the time Young Master Zhu entered, the battle in the 'Changchun Garden' was already coming to an end, and more than a dozen puppet beasts wearing red cloaks were chased by more than forty blue cloak puppets on the other side, obviously not holding out for long.

When the surrounding nobles saw Zhu Qinfen coming, they all greeted him with a smile, but their tone was frivolous and did not have a good word, especially the anxious and sweaty bald young man, who was pulled to the sidelines after seeing him, shouting for him to quickly take out the senior puppet and go in to save the scene.

Wang Sheng was as excited as a child who had discovered a new toy when he saw these dozens of strange-shaped puppets, and he walked straight to the edge of the school field to observe carefully, where was he still in the mood to pay attention to other things.

Chen Qing'e released the 'Skeleton Xiaojin' according to the plan prepared in advance, put on a red cloak, and sent it into the arena, and then regardless of the bald boy with an angry face, she ran to Wang Sheng's side alone and muttered to help him explain.

'Skeleton Xiaojin' is obedient and quiet on weekdays, except for the last time when he entrusted Chen Qing'e away from 'Snow Lotus City', he rarely took the initiative to communicate with others. Since last night, it has taken off all the extra parts on its body according to Wang Sheng's instructions, and its body has been wrapped in a layer of black cowhide, disguised as a puppet. As it squirmed through the magical barrier, it dug a pit in the middle of the school yard and buried itself in it, leaving only its round head with a red cloak, like a mushroom.

The gentlemen on the sidelines who didn't think it was a big deal to see the excitement, when they saw this strange-shaped puppet, they all smiled and leaned back together, and many people gathered around Zhu Qinfen and teased him with their heads and faces.

In the laughter of everyone, the remaining red puppets in the field were dismantled into pieces, and the more than 30 blue golems who finally won made a round around the field, and then pounced on 'Xiao Jin' together.

According to the previous arrangement, the 'little skeleton' looked at the sky motionless and let them bite, anyway, its 'Ten Thousand Years Bone Refining' couldn't even pierce Wang Sheng's 'Green Blade', and these low-level puppets naturally couldn't be damaged.

After the BLU puppets were completely gathered, 'Skeleton Gold' stretched out its only claw from the dirt and flicked the jade bottle in his hand, flicking a drop of the 'Fountain of the Red Moon' into the air.

This small bottle was originally used by Red Fox Mei'er to hold the 'Red Moon Spring Water', and when Wang Sheng was applying the mask, he accidentally discovered that this magical spring water could not only cover the breath of death and recover from injuries, but also wrap his true essence, so that they could leave his body and not be lost immediately.

Scholar Wang used the last drop of spring water in the small bottle to wrap a layer of 'Immortal Sutra' true yuan, and then poured more than a dozen wind magic into it, and finally twisted two rubs of sand and stuffed it in, how can it be called 'Rainstorm Pear Flower' without sprinkling something out?

According to his calculations, if these dozen or so wind magic powers burst at the same time, at least one grenade would be able to be topped, and there should be no problem flying these 'squeaky' puppet beasts. However, 'Careful Mr. Wang' was not called in vain, after he saw that 'Xiao Jin' was surrounded, he immediately pulled Chen Qing'e far away and hid behind a rockery.

After Wang Sheng's True Yuan shook off the 'Red Moon Spring Water', it disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye, and the large cloud of wind magic wrapped in the middle immediately burst open.

I saw a pale cyan light flash of light, and the more than thirty puppet beasts on the field smashed into the magic shield of the arena like toys, and were beaten into rags and sieves by the sand that followed. In the end, even the pale yellow mana shield exceeded its maximum load in a series of blows, flickering twice before shattering.

Before the audience could understand what was happening, they heard an extremely sharp whistling sound that shook everyone's eyes black, and they squatted on the ground with their ears covered.

It was only after a cup of tea that everyone slowly stood up, pointed to a deep pit in the arena and shouted, unable to say a whole sentence for a long time. This time, the first to react was the chubby young master Zhu Qinqin, who pointed to the only piece of torn red cloth left on the field with excitement on his face and shouted loudly: "That's my 'Rainstorm Pear Flower Puppet Beast', it's me who won~! It's our Zhu family who won~! Hahaha! Pay the money! You guys hurry up and pay for Lao Tzu!"

At this time, on the other side of the 'Changchun Garden', dozens of elderly men and women in Chinese costumes rushed over with hula la, and they rushed to the edge of the arena one by one with concerned faces, and pulled up their children to check the injuries noisily.

After the gang understood the situation, they rushed to the school yard to see what kind of puppet could have such power, but the clever 'Skeleton Little Gold' also seemed to know that this thing was a bit scary, and after it popped the bomb in the bottle, it slipped back into the land, arching all the way to the far back mountain, keeping the hard rule of a hundred zhang away from Wang Sheng, so that these nobles rummaged around and found nothing.

Wang Sheng himself didn't expect that this bottle of wind magic power had such great power, where was this grenade! Even rockets and mortars didn't have such great power, right? These dozen or so wind magic power could be exchanged for a 'flywheel storm' to chop open a stone pillar, how could they be so powerful when they were squeezed together?

It's a pity that the 'Red Moon Spring Water' has made me have nothing to do with wiping my face, I knew how good it would be to leave a little bit so powerful, anyway, I will not exude death when I cover the left side of my face with the true yuan, and I wipe my face with such a precious treasure, purely to play handsome in front of the fox beauty, and now I think about it, it's really a loser.

Just when he touched his face and secretly felt annoyed, the eldest young master of the Zhu family pulled a thin middle-aged man to the front, and he introduced with excitement on his face: "Daddy, daddy, this is the old gang leader of our 'Summer Flower Gang', next to it is my senior sister, and the 'Rainstorm Pear Blossom Puppet Beast' is the work of my master, Dad, can you let me go to the 'Summer Flower Gang' with them to learn? Such a powerful 'puppet technique' is much more powerful than those hard-to-remember magic handprints of the 'Holy Academy'." ”

The name of this 'Xia Hua Gang' was originally written by Wang Sheng casually and taught Chen Qing'e to tell nonsense and deceive people, it is okay to deceive children with such a random name, this thin middle-aged man is obviously not so easy to fool.

However, with the violent explosion just now, no one dared to snub the young man in front of him with his nostrils facing the sky too much, only to see that this thin middle-aged man first gave a deep salute in a proper manner, and then said in a very polite but meaningful tone: "Under Zhu Pinggui, I lead the position of the head of the Zhu family, and the two masters have come here to practice, and they have never greeted them from afar, and they hope to forgive their sins." I don't dare to ask the two masters, but I don't know where your gang set up the mountain? Over there, my in-laws, Feng Yinhong, happened to invite a troubadour known as the 'Tianyuan Jack-of-all-trades' to talk about poetry in the 'Liuyu Pavilion', maybe he can still know some heroic deeds of the 'Xia Hua Gang'?"