Time is without a trace, the years are flying, and five months have passed in the blink of an eye.

During these five months, in addition to cultivating and recovering his cultivation every day, Zheng Qiankun stayed with the people living in this civilian area whenever he had time, learning the language of the current mainland.

The town is close to the monster forest and has abundant real estate, attracting countless strange people from the mainland to explore and adventure. Zheng Qiankun did not understand the language of the current mainland, and everyone did not feel anything wrong and rejected Zheng Qiankun except for some surprise and surprise at first. On the contrary, sometimes when he saw Zheng Qiankun learning the language of the current mainland and was puzzled, he would also give advice and correct it.

In such an environment, Zheng Qiankun relied on his excellent memory, and in these five months, he also roughly mastered the language of the modern mainland. Although he is not yet able to communicate with people freely, he can still faintly understand the words of others.

At the same time, in the past five months, Zheng Qiankun also tried to adjust his mentality, forgetting that he was once a supreme-level powerhouse standing above the peak of the entire universe. Think of yourself as a modern-day resident and try to immerse yourself in a world that has been changed by history.

After five months of attempts, the vicissitudes of life, the end, the unwillingness, and the hatred in Zheng Qiankun's eyes have completely disappeared. It's just that because of Liu Feng's reasons, he who was originally indifferent and abnormal, became more and more indifferent, as if he was completely isolated from this world. Of course, this is in his inner world, and it is not fully expressed in his countenance. But even so, Zheng Qiankun's appearance also gives people a very cold feeling.

At this time, he was sitting under the shade of a tree with a group of men, women and children, listening intently to an old man with white hair in front of him, telling the deeds of two strong men on the mainland.

"Thousands of years ago, that great war could be described as earth-shattering, weeping ghosts and gods. The two of them cultivated to the sky, turned their hands into clouds and covered their hands for rain, all ......" The old man talked eloquently, and everyone below was fascinated, as if following the old man's narration, going back to a thousand years ago, and witnessing the great war with their own eyes.

"Okay, that's all for today, and tomorrow I'll tell you about the deeds of the other strong men. The old man took a sip of tea and waved his hand.

"Village Chief! It's still early! The sun hasn't completely set yet!

"Yes, let's talk about one more!"

......

"I'm tired of this old bone, and I need to rest, so I'll tell you about it tomorrow. ”

......

Lowered the crowd and said.

Zheng Qiankun stood up, didn't feel unsatisfied like everyone else, and walked straight back to the courtyard where he was. The things that the old man said were all the deeds of peerless powerhouses circulating on some continents, which was of no use to Zheng Qiankun, a supreme-level powerhouse who was once a supreme powerhouse standing at the pinnacle of the universe, except for giving him a general understanding of the strength of the powerhouses on the continent now. If it weren't for this, he hadn't fully learned the language of the continent at this time, and he would have left here to go to the mainland to have some experience.

Zheng Qiankun's back was extremely lonely and lonely, and his footsteps stepped on the ground covered by the afterglow of the sunset, like a layer of golden shirts, and walked back towards his courtyard.

"Roar!"

"Ahh

Suddenly, just after Zheng Qiankun was alone and walked back to his courtyard for a distance, an earth-shattering roar suddenly came from behind him. Then came the screams of a crowd of people, as well as a few miserable screams.

I saw that the people who were originally sitting in the shade of the trees and were about to leave here, in the forest behind them, suddenly rushed out of a demon beast more than one zhang long, two meters high, full of fishy smell, with fangs in its mouth, and looking like a blue wolf.

"Roar!" As soon as the wolf-like demon beast rushed out of the forest, it immediately tore at everyone. On the spot, there were two young men who were torn to pieces by its sharp claws, blood and flesh splattered everywhere, and the smell of blood instantly filled the entire venue.

"It's a ferocious and violent wolf king, everyone should be careful. ”

The old man, who specialized in telling stories to everyone, changed his face and shouted loudly to everyone.

Zheng Qiankun's village is close to the Demon Beast Forest, and there are often demon beasts that rush out of the forest, harassing and destroying the entire village. After a brief period of panic, the crowd had recovered from the panic. Some of the villagers who stayed in the room, after hearing the roar of the Stinging Wolf King and the screams of everyone, also quickly ran out of the room, holding all kinds of knives, guns and sticks in their hands, standing with everyone and waiting for them.

"This Thorn Wolf King is so large in size, and his cultivation has definitely reached the rank realm, so we can't underestimate it. All the young men remained, and the rest of the women, children, and children, all retreated backwards and left here. The old man who specialized in telling people stories, worthy of being the head of the village, saw the situation clearly in an instant, and issued the command in an orderly manner.

Zheng Qiankun turned around and glanced at it casually, he didn't feel panicked like everyone else, and walked straight back to the courtyard where he was with an unchanged expression. Zheng Qiankun has an indifferent personality and is cold-blooded by nature, and he will never meddle in people who have nothing to do with him and come to the rescue. Especially after he knew the reason for his regression in cultivation, his personality became more and more cold-blooded, as if he didn't have any feelings.

"Roar!"

The Thorn Wolf King, who had reached the rank realm by cultivation, had a certain amount of wisdom, and as soon as he saw the women and children, he stepped back, and immediately roared and rushed towards everyone.

"Stop this brute!"

"Roar!"

In order to reach the rank realm, the cultivation of the civilians living here was generally low, and under the violent attack of the thorn wolf, two more young people were torn to pieces by its claws in an instant. Flesh and blood splattered everywhere, and the smell of blood in the field became stronger.

Seeing the thorn wolf take away two lives again so easily, everyone around them felt a chill down their spines, their legs and feet were weak, and their faces were pale.

"Calm down, don't panic!" Seeing everyone's demeanor, the village chief in the small village, the old man who specialized in telling stories to people, flashed a trace of bad on his face, and immediately shouted loudly.

"Roar!"

The Wolf King's bloodthirsty gaze glanced at everyone, roared, and brutally bit everyone again.

This time, the thorn wolf once again took the lives of the two young men, and broke through the defenses of the crowd, rushing towards the women, children, and children who retreated towards the village.

"Ahh

Seeing the thorny wolf roaring towards him, some timid women and children, old and young, screamed in horror.

"Brother, let's go!"

"Sister!

"Huh!" Not far away, Zheng Qiankun, who was walking back towards his courtyard, suddenly stopped, sighed lightly, and turned his eyes behind him.

I saw that the stinging wolf king, who was violent by nature, pounced directly on a backward girl after breaking through everyone's defenses.

The girl was dressed in a blue shirt, her face was pure, her skin was better than snow, and although her appearance did not reach the color of the country and the city, she was at least a rare beauty. At this time, she lost her complexion, pushed away a seven or eight-year-old boy in front of her, clasped her hands on her chest, and faced the stinging wolf king with leaking fangs and an extremely hideous face.

The Thorn Wolf King ignored the girl's discoloring appearance, the hideous bloody mouth, and the deep cold black and shiny claws, and tore towards the girl.

Some women, children, old and young, who were running into the distance, as well as young men who rushed over here, couldn't bear to close their eyes at this moment, and a bloody picture appeared in their minds.