Elvis Presley did not leave with Chen Jianguo, but stood next to him and pulled out a bone on the roof.

"Wow, what smells so good!"

The long tail behind the raccoon Elvis flicked gently, so indescribably lazy, indescribably casual.

"What's the situation?"

Wang Lang was puzzled in his heart, and his eyes shot at the body of the raccoon Elvis, and the other party was not the slightest timid, and looked at Wang Lang's gaze.

With black pupils, yellow eyes, and black and white hair, it exudes a chic demeanor that is difficult for pet cats to match.

"Come here, I'll give you something to eat!"

Wang Lang beckoned to the raccoon presley, and then turned around to fish from the still boiling pot

It seems to be attracted by the rich fragrance, or rather

After the lid of the pot was opened, the rich fragrance immediately emitted, Chen Zhenguo couldn't help but snort violently, feeling that the smell instantly eroded from his nostrils to his brain, and began to spread to his entire body.

Wang Lang wondered in his heart, he didn't do anything? Could it be that this raccoon Elvis presley noticed his thoughts?

Just when Wang Lang was puzzled, suddenly a "snoring" sound came from the side. Turning his head to look, he found that Chen Zhenguo was holding a bowl full of bone broth and drinking happily.

"Well, I know why I'm despised!"

Wang Lang's heart was full of sadness, and the first step of this plan went wrong.

"The meat of a monster, a great tonic!"

Wang Lang spoke, and then squatted down and put the bones in the bowl, and by the way, he also served half a bowl of soup.

"Meow?" He was watching from above. Its purpose was originally to be soup boiling in a pot. The raccoon Elvis jumped off the roof of the house and landed on the ground without making a sound.

"Eat, this pot is all yours!"

"Meow?"

Hearing Wang Lang's words, the corners of the Tanuki Elvis Presley's mouth rose slightly, and Wang Lang actually noticed a hint of sarcasm on that furry face.

"Am I despised?" It is estimated that the plan to collect the raccoon presley is going to be in the soup.

"Forget it, let it be!"

Shaking his head silently, Wang Lang checked the things on his body to make sure that nothing would go wrong in an emergency.

Countless rat attacks have been repulsed, and it is estimated that the next thing is to meet the main Huang San.

Shang County is located in the plain, although there are several hills, but in fact, the highest is only about 30 meters. The wild animals in several small hills are basically mice, although there are grass snakes, badger beasts, hares and the like, but the number is completely incompatible.

Therefore, there are not many things that Huang San can borrow.

Sure enough, a few people didn't wait long before they felt a gust of wind coming from a distance, with a sinister aura in the wind, and a disgusting smell hidden inside, which made Wang Lang's stomach churn.

"This taste...... ...... vomit"

Wang Lang squatted in the open space next to him and opened his mouth to vomit, but after retching for a long time, he only spit out a little yellow water, and the two bowls of meat he ate not long ago didn't spit out at all.

"I was a little skeptical before, but now I can be 100% sure, it's definitely Huang San."

Huang Qi glanced at Wang Lang next to him, his nostrils didn't know when they had been plugged with toilet paper, and even Chen Zhenguo on the side.

As for the raccoon flower Elvis, whose sense of smell and perception is far more developed than that of humans, he also jumped to the place where he was driven crazy at the moment when the wind blew.

"You two bastards!"

Looking at Chen Zhenguo and Huang Qi who were unscathed, Wang Lang suddenly wanted to cry without tears, he was the strongest in cultivation, and he was the most unlucky in the end.

"I'm just telling you with practical actions, you must find out the details of your opponent at all times, and you can't take it lightly."

"That's right, but many times, all preparations are useless struggles in the face of absolute strength!"

A sharp voice came from the darkness, Wang Lang turned his head to look, and found that three weasels with two legs had crossed the boundary between light and darkness, and appeared in front of several people in such a grand manner.

The eyes of the three weasels were blood-red, and the rich yin and evil aura was steaming endlessly around them, which was even more terrifying than the powerful ghost Zhang Shan in the forest farm in the eastern part of Shang County.

The two weasels next to them were oily and fat, with sharp teeth and sharp claws shining in the light, exuding a compelling aura.

If these two weasels are like boxers in the ring, then the weasel in the middle is like a martial arts master.

Deep, restrained, and light-hearted, as soon as you make a move, it will descend like thunder, and all enemies will be defeated in an instant.

"A little Taoist, a little mage, and an ordinary person, who gave you the courage to dare to take care of my Huang San's affairs!"

The old weasel's blood-red eyes were full of murderous intent, and as his words landed, the rich yin and evil aura around his body surged wildly, as if he was angry.

"Mage?"

Hearing Huang San's words, Huang Qi couldn't help but pause. His cultivation is in the Taoist stage, Chen Zhenguo is an ordinary person, and Wang Lang should be a real person, why does Huang San say that he is just a mage?

"Hmm, I didn't expect to meet someone from the Huang family here! What kind of disciple are you, you dare to be the enemy of the old man without knowing how to do it, and you can't find death! ”

Huang San's voice was not loud, but it exploded like thunder in his ears. Huang Qi knew that he was wrong, and he was very wrong. This Huang San's cultivation is not equivalent to the mage realm, but the demon spirit equivalent to the realm of human real people, and it may not even be far from achieving the demon king.

Like zombies, mages, and ghosts, the practice of youkai is divided into four stages.

It is equivalent to the enlightened stage of Taoist priests and resentful souls, and it is equivalent to powerful ghosts and law cats

Wang Lang's heart was full of sadness, and the first step of this plan went wrong.

"The meat of a monster, a great tonic!"

Wang Lang spoke, and then squatted down and put the bones in the bowl, and by the way, he also served half a bowl of soup.

"Meow?" He was watching from above. Its purpose was originally to be soup boiling in a pot. The raccoon Elvis jumped off the roof of the house and landed on the ground without making a sound. Wang didn't leave with Chen Jianguo, but stood on the roof next to him and watched him.

The long tail behind the raccoon Elvis flicked gently, so indescribably lazy, indescribably casual.

"What's the situation?"

Wang Lang was puzzled in his heart, and his eyes shot at the body of the raccoon Elvis, and the other party was not the slightest timid, and looked at Wang Lang's gaze.

With black pupils, yellow eyes, and black and white hair, it exudes a chic demeanor that is difficult for pet cats to match.

"Come here, I'll give you something to eat!"

Wang Lang beckoned to the raccoon Elvis, then turned around and fished out a bone from the still boiling pot.

"Wow, what smells so good!"

After the lid of the pot was opened, the rich fragrance immediately emitted, Chen Zhenguo couldn't help but snort violently, feeling that the smell instantly eroded from his nostrils to his brain, and began to spread to his entire body.

"The meat of a monster, a great tonic!"

Wang Lang spoke, and then squatted down and put the bones in the bowl, and by the way, he also served half a bowl of soup.

"Meow?"

It seems to be attracted by the rich aroma, or that its purpose is to boil the soup in the pot. The raccoon Elvis jumped off the roof of the house and landed on the ground without making a sound.

"Eat, this pot is all yours!"

"Meow?"

Hearing Wang Lang's words, the corners of the Tanuki Elvis Presley's mouth rose slightly, and Wang Lang actually noticed a hint of sarcasm on that furry face.

"Am I despised?"

Wang Lang wondered in his heart, he didn't do anything? Could it be that this raccoon Elvis presley noticed his thoughts?

Just when Wang Lang was puzzled, suddenly a "snoring" sound came from the side. Turning his head to look, he found that Chen Zhenguo was holding a bowl full of bone broth and drinking happily.

"Well, I know why I'm despised!"

Wang Lang's heart was full of sadness, the first step of this plan went wrong, and it was estimated that the plan to collect the raccoon presley was going to be in vain.

"Forget it, let it be!"

Shaking his head silently, Wang Lang checked the things on his body to make sure that nothing would go wrong in an emergency.

Countless rat attacks have been repulsed, and it is estimated that the next thing is to meet the main Huang San.

Shang County is located in the plain, although there are several hills, but in fact, the highest is only about 30 meters. The wild animals in several small hills are basically mice, although there are grass snakes, badger beasts, hares and the like, but the number is completely incompatible.

Therefore, there are not many things that Huang San can borrow.

Sure enough, a few people didn't wait long before they felt a gust of wind coming from a distance, with a sinister aura in the wind, and a disgusting smell hidden inside, which made Wang Lang's stomach churn.

"This taste...... ...... vomit"

Wang Lang squatted in the open space next to him and opened his mouth to vomit, but after retching for a long time, he only spit out a little yellow water, and the two bowls of meat he ate not long ago didn't spit out at all.

"I was a little skeptical before, but now I can be 100% sure, it's definitely Huang San."

Huang Qi glanced at Wang Lang next to him, his nostrils didn't know when they had been plugged with toilet paper, and even Chen Zhenguo on the side.

As for the raccoon flower Elvis, whose sense of smell and perception is far more developed than that of humans, he also jumped to the place where he was driven crazy at the moment when the wind blew.

"You two bastards!"

Looking at Chen Zhenguo and Huang Qi who were unscathed, Wang Lang suddenly wanted to cry without tears, he was the strongest in cultivation, and he was the most unlucky in the end.

"I'm just telling you with practical actions, you must find out the details of your opponent at all times, and you can't take it lightly."

"That's right, but many times, all preparations are useless struggles in the face of absolute strength!"

A sharp voice came from the darkness, Wang Lang turned his head to look, and found that three weasels with two legs had crossed the boundary between light and darkness, and appeared in front of several people in such a grand manner.

The eyes of the three weasels were blood-red, and the rich yin and evil aura was steaming endlessly around them, which was even more terrifying than the powerful ghost Zhang Shan in the forest farm in the eastern part of Shang County.

The two weasels next to them were oily and fat, with sharp teeth and sharp claws shining in the light, exuding a compelling aura.

If these two weasels are like boxers in the ring, then the weasel in the middle is like a martial arts master.

Deep, restrained, and light-hearted, as soon as you make a move, it will descend like thunder, and all enemies will be defeated in an instant.

"A little Taoist, a little mage, and an ordinary person, who gave you the courage to dare to take care of my Huang San's affairs!"

The old weasel's blood-red eyes were full of murderous intent, and as his words landed, the rich yin and evil aura around his body surged wildly, as if he was angry.

"Mage?"

Hearing Huang San's words, Huang Qi couldn't help but pause. His cultivation is in the Taoist stage, Chen Zhenguo is an ordinary person, and Wang Lang should be a real person, why does Huang San say that he is just a mage?

"Hmm, I didn't expect to meet someone from the Huang family here! What kind of disciple are you, you dare to be the enemy of the old man without knowing how to do it, and you can't find death! ”

Huang San's voice was not loud, but it exploded like thunder in his ears. Huang Qi knew that he was wrong, and he was very wrong. This Huang San's cultivation is not equivalent to the mage realm, but the demon spirit equivalent to the realm of human real people, and it may not even be far from achieving the demon king.

Like zombies, mages, and ghosts, the practice of youkai is divided into four stages.

It is equivalent to the enlightenment stage of Taoist priests and resentful souls, the stage of becoming a spirit equivalent to ghosts and mages, the demon spirit stage equivalent to ghost heads and real people, and finally the demon king equivalent to the ghost king and heavenly master.

Demon King, that's the same realm as the human Heavenly Master, the zombie corpse king, and the ghost king of ghosts. The Dog King of the Northeast, the head of several top sects, and only a handful of cultivators in this realm in the entire land of China, all of them are powerful existences that can defend one side and even deter a country.

Huang Qi didn't expect to encounter a demon spirit in such a small place as Shang County, where birds don't, and he is still a top demon spirit, and he may become a terrifying monster in the realm of the demon king at any time.

"Hehe, even if it's the Huang family, it's okay, anyone who dares to provoke me will die! I was going to use the rat swarm to devour you all, but it seems that you still have some strength. Ah Da Ah Er, kill them! ”

Huang San didn't give a few people a chance to speak at all when he said this, and he directly ordered his subordinates to do it.

The cultivation of the two fat weasels is in the stage of becoming sperm, and because they are monsters, their IQ is much stronger than that of crazy ghosts and zombies who act by instinct, but they are much worse in terms of weirdness and physical strength. Different paths of practice have their own advantages and disadvantages, and there is no such thing as one strong or weaker.

"Squeak Squeak......"

After receiving Huang San's order, the two weasels did not hesitate for a moment, and directly pounced.

Before, Huang Qi said that Huang San, the old monster, was unusually cruel, vicious, insidious and cunning, but now Wang Lang finally understood.

The siege of the rat swarm is to find out the means of several people, and by the way, consume their strength. The foul smell of demonic wind is to make them unwell, thus greatly reducing their combat effectiveness.

Two consecutive temptations were cracked, and when it was clear at a glance that several people were cultivating, Huang San still didn't take action in person, but sent out two weasels under his command. Its insidious and cunning level is outrageous, as for the cruelty and viciousness, needless to say, the method of driving the rat colony to attack is clearly not to let anyone in Hanjia Village go.

"Think two farting rats can kill me? What a big breath! ”

In the face of such a strong enemy, Wang Lang still had no intention of retreating. On the one hand, he couldn't run at all, and on the other hand, his stubborn donkey also came up.

What about the demon spirit, he is still a real person!

Even if he can't beat it, he has to bite off the flesh from this old monster, and his preparation is no less than that of Huang Qi, and he can't tell who will kill the deer!

As for what Huang San said before, he didn't take it to heart, with the cunning of this old monster, it was strange to have the truth in his mouth.

"Squeak Squeak......"

A sharp hissing sound came, and the two weasels pounced on Huang Qi and Wang Lang respectively.

Wang Lang's left hand threw two thunder talismans at the weasel that attacked Huang Qi, while the other hand clenched the peachwood sword and stabbed the weasel in the stomach.

"Click!"

Two thunderbolts appeared out of thin air in a row, and the weasel that flew in the air fell directly to the ground. And the one that attacked Wang Lang was stabbed in the stomach by the peachwood sword.

As an excellent sports school student, how can you not have any effort at hand, and in that kind of place where male hormones are extremely strong, fights are even more commonplace.

Wang Lang's martial arts are not as good as old fritters like Chen Zhenguo, and he is not as good as the elite of the police academy who has received systematic education, but he is definitely a good hand among ordinary people.

No matter how powerful the two wild monsters are, they are only stronger than the mages in the flesh, and at most they will have some weird spells, and they really have their own advantages and disadvantages in the same realm. But that was when the human mage was physically weak, and the monster was able to do it by relying on its own advantages.

When a human mage is as strong as a bear like Wang Lang, unless it reaches a certain level, the advantage of the monster is a joke.

The first stage of the monster cultivation enlightened their minds, so that they got rid of the ignorance of the beasts and had the opportunity to practice. In the second stage, he began to give full play to his strengths, and to a certain extent, he was strengthened.

But a special weasel has a fart advantage, even if the flesh is strengthened several times, it is just a big mouse. Look at the red-eyed mouse that easily bit the domestic cat to death before, and there was no chance to resist in the face of the pastoral dog that was several times larger.

Wait a minute! The weasel really seems to have a fart advantage!

The master's stage of becoming a spirit is equivalent to the demon stage of the ghost head and the real person, and finally it is equivalent to the demon king of the ghost king and the heavenly master.

Demon King, that's the same realm as the human Heavenly Master, the zombie corpse king, and the ghost king of ghosts. The Dog King of the Northeast, the head of several top sects, and only a handful of cultivators in this realm in the entire land of China, all of them are powerful existences that can defend one side and even deter a country.

Huang Qi didn't expect to encounter a demon spirit in such a small place as Shang County, where birds don't, and he is still a top demon spirit, and he may become a terrifying monster in the realm of the demon king at any time.

"Hehe, even if it's the Huang family, it's okay, anyone who dares to provoke me will die! I was going to use the rat swarm to devour you all, but it seems that you still have some strength. Ah Da Ah Er, kill them! ”

Huang San didn't give a few people a chance to speak at all when he said this, and he directly ordered his subordinates to do it.

The cultivation of the two fat weasels is in the stage of becoming sperm, and because they are monsters, their IQ is much stronger than that of crazy ghosts and zombies who act by instinct, but they are much worse in terms of weirdness and physical strength. Different paths of practice have their own advantages and disadvantages, and there is no such thing as one strong or weaker.

"Squeak Squeak......"

After receiving Huang San's order, the two weasels did not hesitate for a moment, and directly pounced.

Before, Huang Qi said that Huang San, the old monster, was unusually cruel, vicious, insidious and cunning, but now Wang Lang finally understood.

The siege of the rat swarm is to find out the means of several people, and by the way, consume their strength. The foul smell of demonic wind is to make them unwell, thus greatly reducing their combat effectiveness.

Two consecutive temptations were cracked, and when it was clear at a glance that several people were cultivating, Huang San still didn't take action in person, but sent out two weasels under his command. Its insidious and cunning level is outrageous, as for the cruelty and viciousness, needless to say, the method of driving the rat colony to attack is clearly not to let anyone in Hanjia Village go.

"Think two farting rats can kill me? What a big breath! ”

In the face of such a strong enemy, Wang Lang still had no intention of retreating. On the one hand, he couldn't run at all, and on the other hand, his stubborn donkey also came up.

What about the demon spirit, he is still a real person!

Even if he can't beat it, he has to bite off the flesh from this old monster, and his preparation is no less than that of Huang Qi, and he can't tell who will kill the deer!

As for what Huang San said before, he didn't take it to heart, with the cunning of this old monster, it was strange to have the truth in his mouth.

"Squeak Squeak......"

A sharp hissing sound came, and the two weasels pounced on Huang Qi and Wang Lang respectively.

Wang Lang's left hand threw two thunder talismans at the weasel that attacked Huang Qi, while the other hand clenched the peachwood sword and stabbed the weasel in the stomach.

"Click!"

Two thunderbolts appeared out of thin air in a row, and the weasel that flew in the air fell directly to the ground. And the one that attacked Wang Lang was stabbed in the stomach by the peachwood sword.

As an excellent sports school student, how can you not have any effort at hand, and in that kind of place where male hormones are extremely strong, fights are even more commonplace.

Wang Lang's martial arts are not as good as old fritters like Chen Zhenguo, and he is not as good as the elite of the police academy who has received systematic education, but he is definitely a good hand among ordinary people.

No matter how powerful the two wild monsters are, they are only stronger than the mages in the flesh, and at most they will have some weird spells, and they really have their own advantages and disadvantages in the same realm. But that was when the human mage was physically weak, and the monster was able to do it by relying on its own advantages.

When a human mage is as strong as a bear like Wang Lang, unless it reaches a certain level, the advantage of the monster is a joke.

The first stage of the monster cultivation enlightened their minds, so that they got rid of the ignorance of the beasts and had the opportunity to practice. In the second stage, he began to give full play to his strengths, and to a certain extent, he was strengthened.

But a special weasel has a fart advantage, even if the flesh is strengthened several times, it is just a big mouse. Look at the red-eyed mouse that easily bit the domestic cat to death before, and there was no chance to resist in the face of the pastoral dog that was several times larger.

Wait a minute! The weasel really seems to have a fart advantage!

(End of chapter)