Zhuang Zhoumeng stretched out his hand to the edge of the formation, and the black magnetic array reacted instantly, and a black thunderbolt rushed over in an instant, under the cover of the night, silently, like a pitch-black poisonous snake, which has been quietly lurking, just waiting for a suitable opportunity to give people a painful blow, extremely fast and deadly. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Zhuang Zhoumeng's outstretched hand changed suddenly, and before the black lightning came over, it turned into a flat palm, and the power of the dream in his body operated according to a specific pattern, a special symbol in the center of the palm flashed away, and a colorful transparent semicircle-like thing that looked like a bubble appeared in front of Zhuang Zhoumeng's hand.

The black spark rushed to it the next moment the bubble shield was formed.

呲, 呲, 呲.

As if a piece of raw steak was violently put on a hot iron plate, it made a clattering sound, and the black electric light slowly collapsed, but it turned into a small black electric spark and attached to the bubble guard.

Hey, Zhuang Zhoumeng suddenly jumped back a few times, broke away from the attack of the black magnetic array, and then saw that there were already three black electric sparks out of the range of the black magnetic array, and they had already rushed towards the range of Zhuang Zhoumeng, but after Zhuang Zhoumeng left, he was very biological and rushed back.

The characteristics of the black magnetic array are like this, as long as there is an animal within the range of its attack, it will use all its strength to kill, of course Zhuang Zhoumeng will not be afraid, but if Zhuang Zhoumeng stands there without moving, the black electric light may not be able to break the defense of the bubble, but this is just a meaningless consumption of the power of the formation, after all, the power of the formation does not come out of thin air, it is injected into Zhuang Zhoumeng, so if you can consume less, you can consume less.

Zhuang Zhoumeng put his hands behind his back, the bubbles naturally dissipated, his eyes were light, and he said lightly, "Teleport!" ”

There was no pillar of light, no vision, just a sudden disappearance, as if this person had never been in the world of Zhuxian.

In the Xuanxian Sect, at the top of Zhenxia Peak, Zhuang Zhoumeng appeared twenty centimeters above the ground, and his body didn't move much, so he fell lightly, without raising a little dust or causing a little breeze.

Zhuang Zhoumeng stretched out his hand, and wiped it in the air in front of him, and a light screen appeared, this is the system novel that Zhuang Zhoumeng had read before, so he let the management system do the same thing, it is very convenient, there is no need to let the system read one by one in his mind, and even the disciples can contact the system with the sect imprint and make an exact one for them.

"Name: Zhuang Zhoumeng

Strength: Early stage of Yudan.

Contribution points: 538 points.

Status: Sectarian administrator.

Privileges: Sectarian task management rights (temporary).

Function: Guide the development of denominations and be active in the front line of denominational development. ”

Zhuang Zhoumeng was about to say something to the system, when two blood-red handwriting suddenly appeared on the screen, Zhuang Zhoumeng stretched out his hand and clicked open, his eyes lit up and said, "Peerless talent...... Tang San...... Monkey King ......"

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A few days ago, on the streets of Fangshi.

"I'm so hungry." Sun Wukong held his stomach and kept wailing.

Tang San looked helpless on the side, originally after the two of them met on the reception platform, because they didn't know anything here, they came to Fang Shi together to see what was there.

This stunned the two of them, Tang San was in a slightly ancient world, although Sun Wukong's world has a lot of black technology, but because he has been living in the mountains since he was a child, it is difficult to distinguish between men and women, so his knowledge is even rarer.

But as he walked, Sun Wukong suddenly quarreled and was hungry, and he was still hungry for a long time, to the point where he couldn't walk, but he was still alive and well in the last second, so Tang San felt fake, but he didn't know whether it was because Sun Wukong had been innocent or his acting skills were superb, and Tang San felt that he was really hungry.

Tang San looked at his thin body, and then at the body of Sun Wukong, who was a circle older than him, and after thinking about it, he still gave up the idea of carrying Sun Wukong, not only because he couldn't hold it anymore, but also because he ...... Looking at Sun Wukong's appearance, it still feels fake.

"Hmm." Sun Wukong, who fell to the ground and didn't seem to touch porcelain, stood up instantly, and his nose suddenly turned on the navigation mode, first sniffing in the east, then sniffing in the west, his eyes lit up, and he ran towards the south.

Only Tang San, who was slack, was left, and there was still some distressed expression on Tang San's face at this time, isn't this hungry and can't move, at your speed, it's not like it, shook his head, quickly stood up, and chased after him.

Sun Wukong's thirst for food is so powerful that it is simply shocking, second only to his desire for martial arts.

So now Sun Wukong's speed is unimaginably fast, Tang San can't catch up at all, and it was not easy to find the traces of Sun Wukong's walking before he followed.

After driving several streets, I finally found that Sun Wukong stopped and entered a very ordinary-looking restaurant, "Whew, if you don't practice specifically, you'll lose it." Tang San wiped the non-existent sweat on his forehead, although his current strength is still poor, but there is still a lot of internal force in his body, so this distance is still trivial.

"Chrysanthemum, down, downstairs." This handwriting was very different from the common words on the Martial Spirit Continent, but after taking a look, he strangely knew what these words meant.

Tang San walked in curiously, and saw Sun Wukong frantically eating the food in front of him, and a high layer of used rice bowls had been stacked next to him.

Tang San's eyes were about to fall off, and he was about to doubt his own life, could it be that my speed had slowed down to such a point.

"Welcome." A voice sounded on the side, calling back Tang San, who had his head down and a large amount of black qi on his body.

Tang San raised his head and looked next to Sun Wukong, and saw a young man wearing red and white, with a four-clawed dragon dress tattooed on his sleeve, at this time this young man held two kitchen knives in his hand, and cut them to the cutting board at an extremely fast speed, there were a large number of ingredients on the cutting board, and I saw that the young man in red and white clothes did not distinguish the types of these ingredients at all, and cut them casually, several cold flashes, and the ingredients were cut, and each ingredient was cut differently.

I didn't see the boy really didn't move, the cut dishes flew up against gravity, and they fell neatly to the side and boiled two cauldrons, the boy just wanted to be a peerless master, the plug-in mode was fully activated, there was no doppelganger, but the speed was faster than a person with a doppelganger, a person can be a few people, and the speed of cooking has kept up with Sun Wukong's perverted stomach.