Although it is only June, the temperature in the Far East is still a little cool, even a little cold, only about ten degrees. For ordinary people, the temperature of more than ten degrees, coupled with the fact that this place is originally dry and cold, may be a little uncomfortable, but for Ye Feng and Ruffian Dragon, it is not much different.

This is the border between China and the Soviet Union, because of the climate, it is sparsely populated, and there is not even a village in sight for tens of kilometers. But after falling to the ground, Ye Feng still turned into the appearance of Sun Wukong, and at his request, the ruffian dragon reluctantly turned into a pig.

Ye Feng broke one or two more tree poles, one became a golden hoop stick, and the other became a nine-toothed Ding rake, of course, the nine-toothed Ding Rake was prepared for the ruffian dragon.

Dressed in strange clothes and carrying a nine-toothed rake on his shoulders, the ruffian dragon walked upright, like a strange pig. However, those who can come here are not ordinary people, this world was originally the ancestral land of cultivating immortals, although now the aura is exhausted, there are no ancient giant beasts, but some demon beasts with different talents and successful cultivation still appear from time to time.

The most important thing is that the two of them are dressed like this, which is easy to attract the attention of others at first glance, and it is difficult for people to doubt his true identity.

"Remember, from now on your name is Zhu Bajie, and my name is Monkey King, and I am your senior brother." Ye Feng told the ruffian dragon, but he laughed, this idea was only thought of by this immortal venerable. Ye Feng just thought about it, and he couldn't help but give himself a thumbs up.

"Whew~~~~" The ruffian dragon resisted silently, this is too much damage to Uncle Long's glorious image, okay.

"Don't be unwilling, in order to cooperate with you, I have accompanied you to wear brotherly clothes, and I have become your senior brother, be content." Ye Feng couldn't help but laugh.

"Your uncle, you are an invincible pit goods, since I met you, Uncle Long, I have never had a good day." The ruffian dragon snorted unhappily.

……

The sun rises in the east, and the fog fills the air.

The two of them swaggered into the jungle of the Far East, and soon found that many warriors were haunted.

In the mountains, on the cliffs, in the canyons, you can see the figure of the warrior everywhere. Some of them were in groups, and some of them were alone, and they all walked towards the secret place where the divine water of life appeared.

Many warriors know about the appearance of the Divine Water of Life, and those who dare to come here are all people with hope and expectation, and this is naturally indispensable for struggle.

Along the way, at least Ye Feng saw several killings from afar.

However, Ye Feng knew that this was just the beginning, and the closer he got to that place, the more battles and killings would definitely be.

After all, everyone wants to get the divine water of life.

But is there really such a thing as the Divine Water of Life?

Ye Feng is also looking forward to it.

"I'll go for it, I can still meet a remake of Journey to the West here, Lao Tzu didn't accept the wall, so I obeyed both of them."

A group of martial artists suddenly saw Ye Feng and Ruffian Dragon's strange dress, and immediately sneered.

"There's going to be something big going on here, don't you want to leave soon, do you want to die?" The other martial artist said unkindly.

"With my old pig here, nothing is a big deal." The ruffian dragon carried the nine-toothed Ding rake and looked proudly at the warrior who spoke.

"These two fools, acting stupidly." A warrior laughed.

"It seems that it should be, if you hadn't seen their crew, the two of them would have been stupid and lost when they came here." The other warrior scoffed.

The other warriors also shook their heads, all agreeing with the opinions of the first two warriors.

"Little Fengzi, what kind of thing have you become, it feels like they all know us. And by the way, what is acting? What is the identity of the two of us? The ruffian dragon looked puzzled, and transmitted the voice to Ye Fengdao.

"The apprentice of the Buddha's apprentice." Ye Feng said lightly.

"Ouch, I'll go, what is wrong with your kid, you actually turned Uncle Long into the apprentice grandson of the old bald donkey, it's too cheap for the old bald donkey." The ruffian dragon said speechlessly.

"Just bear with it." Ye Feng couldn't help but laugh and said.

"A few of you, look at what you see, it's just a few of you, come and join my group and follow me."

At this time, a group of martial artists came over and looked at the few martial artists who were laughing at Ye Feng and the ruffian dragon and shouted.

A few people looked at the fierce look on the warrior's face, and the momentum he showed was extraordinary, and walked over.

This kind of thing has been happening in the past two days, and there are countless big forces, big gangs, and big organizations here, and some powerful warriors have also formed gangs and formed a temporary team, hoping to get some soup from the tiger's mouths of the major organizations.

"And the two of you...... I'm going to you, are you acting? Come here, dress up like this ghost, and think of yourself as Monkey King and Zhu Bajie. ”

The powerful martial artist looked at Ye Feng and the ruffian dragon speechlessly, and beckoned to them, looking like the boss was going to teach the younger brother a lesson.

"It's your business, I'm willing to do it." As soon as Ruffian Zilong finished speaking, with this martial artist as the leader, more than a dozen martial artists immediately surrounded him.

"Boy, your tone is very impulsive, Lao Tzu has to pull off your pigskin today, you don't want to be a good person, you want to be a pig, aren't you cheap."

Click!

The warrior squeezed his fist hard, and there was a crisp sound between his knuckles, and then a punch slammed into the ruffian dragon, and the fist was crazy and fierce, as fast as lightning.

"Get out!"

The ruffian dragon snorted coldly, and a rake slapped on the ground.

Rumble!

The dust was flying, the sand and gravel were flying, and the ground was directly shot out of a large pit more than one meter deep by it, and then a strong wave of qi rushed away in all directions, and more than ten martial artists in front of them, including the strongest martial artist who shot out, were rushed out one after another, and when they fell to the ground, they were all shocked, and some of them were humming and humming.

The crowd got up from the ground, and their faces turned pale, and they knew that they had encountered something more ruthless.

Especially the few people who laughed at Ye Feng and Ruffian Dragon before for making them crazy, fear flashed in their eyes.

"Two big brothers, it's amazing, the brothers decided to mess with you." The warrior who wanted to teach the ruffian dragon a flattering face stepped forward and saluted.

"Call Second Senior Brother." The ruffian dragon put the nine-toothed rake back on his shoulder and snorted coldly.

"Yes, yes, second senior brother, second senior brother is good."

All the martial artists flattered one after another, and then turned to Ye Feng and hugged his fists and said, "Brother Monkey is good." ”

"What kind of monkey brother, his name is Senior Brother." The ruffian dragon glared and corrected.

Everyone was stunned, feeling that they had really encountered two neuropathies, but these two neuropaths were so strong that they didn't dare to make a mistake, and they hurriedly hugged Ye Feng: "Hello, senior brother." ”

"What, I don't feel like Lao Tzu is not like Monkey King?" Ye Feng said and threw the 'Golden Hoop Stick' in his hand into the air, and the Golden Hoop Rod suddenly became hundreds of zhang long, and then Ye Feng stepped out in one step, grabbed the Optimus Giant Rod and smashed it down.

Thundered!

Suddenly, the jungle hundreds of feet away was smashed in an instant, and he was forced to smash out a passage, and the mountains shook for a while.

"My God, this, this, this is really the Great Sage!"

When everyone saw this scene, they were all shocked and inexplicable, and they admired Ye Feng even more.

"Small."

Ye Feng pointed at the big stick, and the stick suddenly turned into a zhang or so and flew back into Ye Feng's hand.

Everyone's eyes are about to pop out, this special force is the great sage's descending mortality. Everyone looked at Ye Feng, and their feet trembled a little.

Ye Feng just smashed the ground and shook the mountains, of course, it also attracted the attention of many people in the distance, these people were basically martial artists who acted alone, and when they saw this, they all ran over to join Ye Feng's team, of course Ye Feng did not refuse to come, he smashed that stick, just to deliberately lure them over.

Ye Feng did this, of course, to minimize the suspicion of others, if the Life Divine Water was really a joint effort between the Su State and the M Empire to win against him, then he believed that the two empires were likely to use tens of millions of nuclear bombs to get him.

With Ye Feng's current cultivation, he is still not afraid of a 10 million ton nuclear bomb, but if it exceeds 10 million tons, then it will be difficult for him to compete, and even 20 or 30 million tons can kill him, not to mention that it is very likely to be the top nuclear bomb of 50 million tons.

So Ye Feng didn't dare to be too careless.

"Remember, our team is called the Huaguo Mountain Team, and Lao Tzu is the King of the Mountain, Monkey King." Ye Feng had a withered grass in his mouth, and he was carrying the Ruyi 'Golden Hoop Stick' on his shoulder, his eyes swept over the martial artist, and he said calmly.

"Yes, King!" All the warriors roared one after another, at this moment, even they couldn't tell whether this was real or a dream.

"Go, the king will take you to find ...... Go and grab the water of life. ”

Ye Feng waved his hand, completely entering the role of the king of the mountain, holding a withered grass in his mouth, carrying a wishful stick on his shoulder, and the ruffian dragon who was also dressed strangely swaggered in front, followed by no less than fifty younger brothers, all the way to the depths of the Far East. for a better user experience.