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In mid-air, two tall and lofty figures confronted each other. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 The figure in front of info, stepping on a wave of faint red air mass under his feet, with a faint red light flowing all over his body, he looked about sixty years old, with an elegant face, and above the thumb of his right hand, he was wearing a fiery red jade ring, the jade ring couldn't help but shine, echoing the light that flickered all over his body.

"Zhang Bingdong, you have already defeated them one by one and broken into here?" The old man stretched out his left hand, gently rubbed the jade ring on the thumb of his right hand, and said softly.

"Yes, Teacher Wen Tingge, I finally came to you." Standing opposite the old man was a young man in his twenties, who was also stepping on a layer of red light, and his whole body exuded a faint red light. But unlike the old man, behind him, there was a pair of red and blue wings of light.

At this time, this pair of red and blue light wings were flapping gently.

And on the thumb of his right hand, he also wears a fiery red jade ring, but on top of the jade ring, there are also two gems, one red and one green.

Although the two were in a confrontational situation, it was obvious that he had great respect for the old man in front of him, although he was hovering in mid-air, the young man still did not dare to stand in line with the old man, he slightly lowered about half of his body, and his original upright body also bowed slightly to the old man.

"Zhang Bingdong, let me ask you again, do you really want to be my enemy for her? Do you really want to be the enemy of the empire and the whole world for her sake? After a long silence, Wen Tingge put down his left hand that was touching the ring and asked softly.

"Yes, you are my most respected mentor, but don't you think you have gone too far this time? She's just a powerless girl, and she's never done anything hurtful, as the strongest person in the Sky Blue Star, how can you disregard your identity and attack such a weak girl? Zhang Bingdong's tone was faintly suppressed with a trace of anger, and his body straightened slightly.

"Zhang Bingdong, in the thirty years since I founded the Super Energy Iron King Kong Academy, I have seen countless young Xuan Ling cultivators, and there is no doubt that you are the most talented child among all the Xuan Ling Cultivators I have ever seen, and your cultivation speed is unmatched. Not only that, but you are also the first peerless powerhouse to control the Trinity Super Iron King Kong, and the power contained in the Super Iron King Kong you control is also above my Super Iron King Kong unicorn; You have also made countless contributions to the Empire, and you are unanimously recognized as a young hero by the Empire...... In time, when I lay down the power in my hands and enjoy my old age in peace, I will be the Marshal of the Empire, the leader of the Super Iron Vajra Warriors, and the strongest of the Blue Star of the Sky...... These titles that others envy will fall on your head one by one, are you just willing to give up all this for the sake of a little star and a play? With your current status and status, what kind of woman can't get it, why don't you want to give up on her? ”

"Teacher, you can never understand how important she is to me." Zhang Bingdong let out a long sigh, "For her, I can crush Mount Everest to the ground; For her sake, I can make Niagara Falls swim upstream; For her, I can turn the middle of winter into thunder, and for her, I can make the hot and dry summer snow...... Teacher, if you are still standing in front of me, blocking my way, please forgive me, I can only say four words to you as a last resort, death to those who stand in my way! ”

"In that case, let's take action, Zhang Bingdong, if you want to save her, you can only step over my corpse." Wen Tingge straightened his waist, his beard was slightly open, and a compelling momentum had pressed towards Zhang Bingdong.

"Teacher......" Zhang Bingdong's original body was even more bent, obviously resisting the momentum of Wen Tingge's pressure.

"Unicorn, show up!" Without waiting for Zhang Bingdong to finish speaking, Wen Tingge held his thumb, and the jade ring on his thumb flew out of his thumb, and the red light was released, and countless mechanical parts flew out of the jade ring, quickly forming a huge blue mechanical unicorn, holding Wen Tingge steadily.

"Teacher, are we really going to have this duel?" Zhang Bingdong looked at Wen Tingge, who was standing on the mechanical unicorn, and sighed.

"Since you have just said that those who stand in my way will die, then don't talk any more nonsense, take out your Trinity Super Iron King Kong, and let me see their true strength." Wen Tingge said coldly.

Zhang Bingdong sighed, gave a thumbs up, and the red jade ring flew out: "Sky wolf, twins, show up......"

Chapter 2: Little Maniac

Lao Zhang stood beside the field, holding a hoe, holding a pergola, and looking into the distance.

Lao Zhang is fifty years old this year, and his energy is not as good as before, let alone cultivating the fields, even if he swings a few times with a hoe, he will be out of breath.

"It's old, it's useless." Lao Zhang, who had tried to plow a few times, sat in his field and sighed.

But the fields still have to be cultivated, and the farming still has to be done. Otherwise, this year's livelihood will be lost. However, Lao Zhang had no wife and no children under his knees, so in desperation, he had to follow the advice of others and invited the famous "little madman" in the town to help with farming.

It is said that the little madman's surname is Lin, and his single name is a wind character, but secretly, everyone likes to call him a little madman.

The reason why the little madman is called a little madman is naturally because his usual behavior is crazy and crazy, which is very abnormal for ordinary people. However, Lao Zhang once heard that the little madman was not only not crazy when he was a child, but also very smart.

The little madman was originally an orphan picked up by Fang Shiren, the owner of the old Fang teahouse in the town. It is said that when he was six months old, he could already walk and talk, and at the age of three he began to read and write with the storyteller in the teahouse, and at the age of five, he knew the words commonly used in the Flying Dragon Empire, and when he was six years old, the little madman began to be a little man in the teahouse, helping Fang Shiren take care of the teahouse, and the work was fast and flexible, and many people praised Fang Shiren for picking up a good child.

But in eight. When he was nine years old, the little madman suddenly had a serious illness, and the whole person became inexplicable from the beginning, and he kept doing some things that made people scratch his head.

He actually ran to the old madman in the town, and ran around the town with the old madman every day, not knowing what he was doing.

The old madman is a one-eyed old man in the town, who drinks every day and does nothing, and after getting drunk, he often goes crazy, constantly bragging about how powerful he is young, how he doesn't have to kneel when he sees the emperor, how he cheats with the noblewomen of the empire, and it is said that he has also removed several high-ranking officials from the empire.

Because he was too inconspicuous in his blowing of cowhide and behaved a little strangely, the townspeople called him an old madman.

The little madman has a lot of old madmen, so naturally he has the nickname of a little madman.

And not long after the little madman followed the old madman, the little madman actually put down his leisurely and decent job in the teahouse, and ran to the fields and told the farmers that he was willing to help them open up the fields and cultivate the fields, and that he would only receive one yuan for plowing an acre of land.

One yuan is not enough for even a meal.

At the time, everyone thought that the little madman was still the same clever teahouse boy as before, and no one believed that he was really willing to do this.

However, unable to withstand the little madman's several pleas, someone finally agreed to let him give it a try.

The first person to hire a little madman was Mrs. Chen, whose husband and son both died early, and she was alone in farming, and she really needed someone to help do some physical work. In the spirit of the mentality that it doesn't hurt to try, Aunt Chen asked the little madman to help open up the wasteland.

As a result, the little madman helped Mrs. Chen plough five acres of land in one morning, and really only collected five yuan.

At this moment, everyone believed, not only that the little madman was willing to give them cheap work, but also that the little madman was really as rumored - crazy.

The little madman was so crazy that he had already known a lot of imperial characters, and he was so crazy that he couldn't even tell the size of the face value of the imperial banknotes. It is said that someone once took out a five-dollar imperial coin and a ten-dollar imperial coin, and he chose whichever one he chose, and that one was his.

As a result, the little madman actually chose a five-dollar imperial coin with a smaller denomination.

His stupid behavior caused the crowd of onlookers to laugh.

Although the little madman is usually crazy, however, the strength of the madman is generally greater than that of ordinary people, and the little madman is indeed very strong and capable.

In the beginning, the little madman was still relatively slow to plow the fields, even much slower than the average farmer. But as the little madman worked frantically, he ploughed the fields faster and faster, and it is said that in the spring, when the land was cleared, he could even plough more than a hundred acres in just one morning.

The little madman not only ploughs the fields faster than ordinary people, but also has an amazing strength. It is said that once a little madman was working in the field, and an untamed bull suddenly went crazy and rushed into the field and ran around, injuring many people. When the wild bull rushed to the little madman who was working, the little madman slowly stretched out a hand and pressed it lightly on the head of the mad bull, and the wild bull immediately fell on the field with weak feet, no matter how fierce the struggle, the wild bull was pressed by the little madman and could not get up.

After seeing the terrifying strength of the little madman, no one would dare to call him a little madman in front of the little madman in the future.

However, there are still many good people who like to play tricks on the little madman, and they often take out a five-dollar imperial coin and a ten-dollar imperial coin for the little madman to choose.

As a result, the little madman chose the five-dollar imperial coin without exception.

The little madman's stupid performance again and again will always make everyone laugh.

The little madman is cheap, capable, and can make everyone laugh, although his words and deeds are a little crazy, but everyone likes him very much, and is willing to ask him to work.

However, the most amazing thing is that when the little madman is working, his whole body will glow faintly, sometimes yellow, sometimes green, sometimes blue - it seems that the rumors have seen different things, and some village women and fools even think that the little madman is the reincarnation of a spirit child, and often bow down to the little madman.

Regarding the strange thing that his body would glow, the little madman just smiled faintly and did not explain much. Fortunately, there have been a lot of bizarre and strange things that have happened to the little madman, and everyone has seen and heard a lot, so they are not strange and accustomed to it.

Lao Zhang is honest, and he has never wanted to be like those black-hearted farmers in the town, deceiving a crazy child to be a cheap laborer, and he was in good health a few years ago, and he could still do things like farming. However, this year, during the winter, he fell seriously ill, and his health was not as good as before, and even picking up a hoe became a problem.

At this time, he couldn't help but think of the little madman.

"Uncle Zhang-" Old Zhang Zheng recalled all kinds of rumors about the little madman, and a clear voice came from afar.

Lao Zhang followed the prestige and saw a young man in a tattered coarse gray coat running towards him at a high speed.

The boy was about fourteen or fifteen years old, and although he was still young, his body was already the tall, angular face of an average adult man, and a pair of large black and white eyes were inlaid with them. Black eyebrows. Although there is still a hint of childishness between his eyebrows, the appearance of the little madman looks far more mature than ordinary children.

He wore a black bracer on each wrist of his hands, and a small black leather boot on each of his feet.

"This little madman, with bright eyes, speaks reasonably, looks good, and is organized, how do you look at it, doesn't he look like a madman? However, that strange outfit also has to make people not suspect that there is indeed something wrong with his head. Lao Zhang thought to himself.

While Lao Zhang was thinking wildly, the little madman Zhang Bingdong had already run to Lao Zhang's side, and he didn't talk nonsense, and opened his mouth to ask: "Uncle Zhang, are you looking for me and asking me to help you open up the wasteland and cultivate the fields?" ”

"Yes, little madman......" Lao Zhang came back to his senses, realized that he shouldn't be called a little madman in front of him, hurriedly coughed twice, pointed to the field in front of him, and changed his words, "Zhang Bingdong, I invited you to come this time, I hope you can help me reclaim these five acres of thin land, about wages, don't worry, I'm not as black-hearted as those villagers, I'll give you a little more, come, this is a hoe." As he spoke, Lao Zhang handed the hoe to Zhang Bingdong.

"The salary thing, wait until I'm done." Zhang Bingdong didn't seem to be very interested in money, and when he saw Lao Zhang's hoe handed to him, he smiled slightly, waved his hand, and said, "Thank you, Uncle Zhang, but I don't need a hoe anymore to cultivate the fields." ”

"Don't use a hoe to open up wasteland and cultivate fields?" Lao Zhang's eyes widened, "Then what do you use?" ”

Zhang Bingdong stretched out his hands, compared, and said with a smile: "Just use these two guys." ”

I saw Zhang Bingdong striding into the field, bending down, and thrust his right hand into the field. With a bang, the part below the wrist of Zhang Bingdong's right hand had all been inserted into the soil. Then, Zhang Bingdong flipped over with his right hand, and a large pile of soil rolled out, and a mud pit about one decimeter deep was dug out by him.

Zhang Bingdong didn't stop, his two hands kept slamming into the soil. Plugging and turning over, a deep ridge quickly took shape.

Lao Zhang on the side had already seen it straight, this little madman could open up the wasteland with his bare hands, and the speed at which he dug the ridges was faster than his own hoe, is this little madman still a human? It's a human flesh cultivator!

Lao Zhang was surprised, and couldn't help but think of the rumor that the little madman was glowing all over, out of curiosity, Lao Zhang opened his eyes wide and looked carefully at the little madman who was constantly digging in the sun.

The rumors are true! Although that layer of light was extremely dim, after Lao Zhang had enough eyesight and looked at it carefully for five minutes, Lao Zhang still confirmed that there was indeed a faint but genuine light on the little madman!

However, this layer of light is not the rumored yellow, green, or blue light, but an extremely pure purple light.

Lao Zhang turned out to be a servant in the richest man's family in the town, but he was kicked out because of an affair with the maid in the family. In Lao Zhang's own words, he is a "person who has seen a big scene", he is not as ignorant as the farmers in the town who have been farming for generations, as far as he knows, this little madman may be practicing a strange exercise, such a spectacle, in the aristocratic young master he served before, Lao Zhang has also seen it.

However, this kind of exercise seems to be only practiced by the young master of the aristocracy, this little madman is just a common man, how could he understand this strange exercise? Hallucinations, this must be hallucinations. Lao Zhang shook his head, feeling ridiculous about his association.

However, in just half an hour, Zhang Bingdong had already cultivated Lao Zhang's five acres of thin fields.

"Zhang Bingdong, thank you for your hard work, let's take a sip of tea." While Zhang Bingdong was working, Lao Zhang took the opportunity to make a pot of tea on the side to comfort Zhang Bingdong, who was helping him work.

"Thank you, Uncle Zhang." Zhang Bingdong just wanted to reach out and take the teacup, Lao Zhang looked at Zhang Bingdong's hands full of dirt, his hands immediately shrank, and frowned: "Zhang Bingdong, you better take off those two wrist guards, go to the stream to wash your hands first and then drink tea." ”

Lao Zhang's set of tea sets was quietly brought back from the richest man in the town, and it was very exquisitely made, which was Lao Zhang's treasure. It's rare to take it out and use it once today, so naturally I don't want Zhang Bingdong's dirty big hand to stain his baby teacup.

"Okay." Zhang Bingdong saw Lao Zhang's exquisite tea set, and seemed to understand, took off his two black bracers, and put them on the ground. Run to the stream not far away to wash your hands.

"Zhang Bingdong, this is your salary." Lao Zhang waited for Zhang Bingdong to finish drinking tea, took out the coins from his pocket, counted them, and handed them to Zhang Bingdong.

Zhang Bingdong looked at the banknotes, returned most of the banknotes to Lao Zhang, and said with a smile: "Uncle Zhang, you are mistaken, I only charge one yuan for cultivating one acre of land, you only need to give me five yuan, you don't need to give me fifty yuan." ”

"You know I'm giving you fifty dollars?" Thinking of the rumor that the little madman couldn't tell the size of the banknote, Lao Zhang couldn't help but be stunned, "Do you know that fifty yuan is more than five?" ”

"Why didn't I know?" Zhang Bingdong glanced at Lao Zhang.

"If you know how many coins there are, why do you choose five instead of ten when someone gives you ten or five?" Lao Zhang asked.

"That's what you said, Uncle Zhang." Zhang Bingdong smiled lightly, "Uncle Zhang, you are an honest person, unlike the villagers in the village, who always want to take advantage of me, so I will tell you the truth." Think about it, if I had chosen the 10-dollar coin in the first place, would anyone else play this 10-dollar 5-dollar choice game with me in the future? ”

Seeing that Lao Zhang still showed a confused look on his face, Zhang Bingdong further explained: "You see, although I chose a five-yuan banknote instead of a ten-yuan banknote, on the surface, it seems that I lost five yuan, but in the future, at least twenty or thirty people have played this game with me, and the money I made on them far exceeded the five yuan I lost at the beginning. ”

Lao Zhang was completely stunned, what kind of madman is this, this is obviously a little fox!

"Uncle Zhang, I'm leaving." After Zhang Bingdong drank tea, he said goodbye to Lao Zhang.

Looking at Zhang Bingdong's distant figure, Lao Zhang lowered his head to clean up the tea set, and suddenly found that there were two black bracers on the ground.

"Zhang Bingdong, you forgot to take your bracer ......" Lao Zhang shouted, reaching out and lifting the bracer.

With a "bang", the bracers fell to the ground, and Lao Zhang's face changed greatly: "This little madman has been working with these two bracers?" ”

Chapter 3: The Golden Crow Formula

"Five hundred seventy-eight, five hundred seventy-nine, five hundred and eighty ......"

Zhang Bingdong stood under a large locust tree hugged by one person, punched one punch, pierced out of the lower abdomen, and hit the trunk of the locust tree. With each punch, a faint purple light would emit from his whole body, flowing in the direction of the fist.

Each punch shook the locust tree violently and scattered a layer of fragmented wood chips; Each punch hit the same position on the trunk of the tree, and at this time, a deep black hole had appeared on the trunk of the locust tree.

"Five hundred and eighty-one, five hundred eighty-two, five hundred and eighty-three......"

Zhang Bingdong's every punch was pierced from his waist and hit the trunk, and his move posture did not change in the slightest, looking extremely simple and boring.

But Zhang Bingdong's resolute face did not show the slightest irritated expression, he stared ahead, staring at the trunk of the tree, and just punched into the dark black hole of the trunk of the locust tree.

With each punch, he pronounced a number: "Five hundred and eighty-four, five hundred and eighty-five...... Nine hundred and ninety-seven, nine hundred and ninety-eight, nine hundred and ninety-nine, ......"

After more than 400 punches in a row, Zhang Bingdong stopped, reached out and wiped the sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand, looking at the black wrist guard on his wrist, Zhang Bingdong couldn't help but recall that when Lao Zhang looked at himself back on the wrist guard today, his face was full of surprise, did he discover the secret of the wrist guard? Forget it, it's actually not a big secret, and it doesn't matter if he knows.

Zhang Bingdong took a deep breath and left all the unnecessary and superfluous thoughts behind him. He took a step back, quietly looked at the locust tree in front of him, and breathed slowly.

After mixing his breath completely, Zhang Bingdong closed his eyes and looked inward, only to see the dark blue nebula cyclone in his lower abdomen, under the action of Zhang Bingdong's thoughts, speeding up, and the purple spiritual power flowed from his lower abdomen to his chest, and then to his right shoulder, right arm, and wrist......

"The thousandth punch!"

Zhang Bingdong shouted, stepped out, his whole body was covered with a layer of purple light, and his right fist slammed towards the trunk of the locust tree!

Bang - Zhang Bingdong's right arm completely penetrated into the wide body of the locust tree, and in the dark tree hole, a layer of intense purple light suddenly erupted, Zhang Bingdong pulled out his right arm and took three steps back.

With a "click", the big locust tree cut off its waist and fell to the ground, making a loud noise.

"What a Ascending Dragon Fist! Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, purple, little madman, I don't think I'll see you for a month, you've already entered the seventh level of the first layer of the Nebula stage of the Golden Crow Recipe - the Purple Level, as long as you take one step further, you can step into the second layer of the Golden Crow Recipe Sun Stage and use the abilities of each system. ”

A bald old man with one eye came out of the woods. He was about seventy or eighty years old, wore a brown robe, had a high forehead, a broad nose, a slightly upturned mouth, and wore a black patch over his right eye. Although he is old, he still looks very energetic, and he does not have the decadence of ordinary old people.

"Old madman, you're here." Zhang Bingdong took off his two pitch-black bracers, only to hear a "bang", and the two bracers fell heavily to the ground. Zhang Bingdong took off his two boots again, stretched his muscles and bones, and then said, "You said that as long as I can carry this eighty kilograms of Xuantie equipment on my back and break a locust tree that is hugged by one person within a thousand punches, I can teach me the real Xuanling technique." Now that I've done it, it's time for you to fulfill your promise and teach me occultism, right? ”

"Occult Spirit, didn't I teach you early on?" The old madman blinked.

"Teach me? You just want me to run back and forth in the mountains every day, work in the fields, swim in the lake, and finally practice that monotonous punch and kick, is this occult spirit? Zhang Bingdong was stunned.

"Yes, this is what I have summed up, all the essence of occult arts." The old madman put his hands behind his back and said leisurely.

"Old madman, you're bullying me for not being knowledgeable, right?" A hint of displeasure appeared on Zhang Bingdong's face, "I once heard some well-informed tea customers in the teahouse talk about the appearance of those noble Xuanling monks when they perform Xuanling Magic. In their mouths, the occult arts are all brilliant and colorful, like some flame spell, ice spell, whirlwind spell and the like. According to them, Xuanling monks tend to emit things like fire, ice, tornadoes, etc., which are both beautiful and can attack people. But how is it that the so-called occult arts you taught me are as simple as one punch and one kick? What is the use of such occult arts? ”

"Little madman, you don't understand this, the occult technique I taught you is the occult technique used to kill people, this is the one I have experienced countless times of life and death on the battlefield, remove the dross, take its essence, and leave the most quintessential moves. Although it is simple, it is a hundred battles and many times tried. Those ice spells, flame spells, whirlwind spells and other occult spells, although they are beautiful, but in my opinion, they are all flowery fists and embroidered legs, and they are useless. The cultivation direction of those noble Xuanling cultivators was all wrong! The old madman said proudly.

"Wrong!?" Zhang Bingdong was stunned.

"That's right, their cultivation methods are all wrong! The cultivation of occult spirit art should come from the inside out! And not from the outside in! It is necessary to contain the spiritual power in the body, concentrate all the power in one point, break the surface with points, break the dispersion with concentration, and defeat the enemy with one move! It's like your last punch, concentrate your spiritual power and break the locust tree with one punch. Those occult spiritual techniques that radiate the power of the occult spirit outside the body and use those flashy fire, ice, tornadoes, and so on, are all flashy occult techniques. Occult arts, not fireworks! It's not just pretty! ”

The old madman glanced at Zhang Bingdong, who was dazed, and continued: "With your current cultivation, those noble Xuanling cultivators who have only learned a few simple Xuanling techniques are not your opponents at all. All you need to do is infuse your arms with a simple punch and knock them out. ”

"Am I really that good?" Zhang Bingdong had an incredulous look in his eyes, "You're not lying to me, are you?" ”

"Lie to you!?" The old madman raised his head proudly, his tone was full of pride, "I, Du Feng, was a member of the noble Imperial Xuanling Monk team back then, and I didn't worship the emperor when I saw it!" You can bring a sword when you enter the palace! Which high-ranking official of the empire saw me, and he was not respectful?! ”

"There are also delicacies from the mountains and seas, wine and wine, and countless imperial ladies and girls worship you......" Zhang Bingdong pursed his lips and read endlessly, "Please, these old-fashioned things, you don't know how many times you have nagged over and over again, can you change some fresh content?" If you were really so majestic back then, how could you still mingle in this poor town? ”

After Zhang Bingdong said this, he immediately regretted it, in the past, when he mentioned this question, in exchange, it was usually a slap on his head.

Realizing that he had asked another wrong question, Zhang Bingdong immediately took a step back and stretched out his hands to protect his head. However, unlike usual, today's old madman did not move at all, the expression on his face was very calm, and he didn't seem to hear the question raised by Zhang Bingdong.

"Old madman, you don't have a problem today, right?" Zhang Bingdong withdrew his hands from his head.

"Zhang Bingdong." The old madman glanced at Zhang Bingdong deeply, "You have entered the purple stage of the first layer of the Nebula stage of the Golden Crow Method, and there are some things that are time to tell you." ”

The old madman raised his head and looked at the sunset slowly descending in the distance, and in that gray eye, there was a look of memory, and he groaned for a while, and then the old madman said slowly: "Fifty or sixty years ago, the status of the Xuanling Monk in the Flying Dragon Empire was indeed very lofty. None of what I'm telling you is bragging...... It's just that times have changed, and everything has changed. ”

"Changed?" Hearing that the old madman took the initiative to mention the past for the first time, Zhang Bingdong was very curious.

"In the west of our Wyvern Empire, there is a federal state that is no less powerful than the Empire, called the Budamiso Federation." The old madman bowed slightly, and his tone was full of sighs, "In order to compete for the hegemony of the Sky Blue Star, the Empire and the Federation have had several wars. Due to the existence of powerful Xuanling cultivators who can call the wind and rain, the empire has always occupied a huge advantage in the war, and the empire naturally maintains the status of the number one power in the sky blue star......"

Speaking of this, the old madman couldn't help but sigh: "It's a pity that more than sixty years ago, the Budamiso Federation developed a wonderful thing called 'gun' from the ancient alchemy and applied it to war. And our group of Xuanling monks, who were originally high, also fell heavily from the altar where everyone worshiped because of the appearance of the gun. ”

"Guns?" Zhang Bingdong was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but interject, "I once heard those tea guests say that this strange weapon is usually black, and it can spray a hard bullet and kill people. Moreover, this kind of thing called a gun is very simple to operate, and any ordinary person can use it. ”

"That's right, this kind of black spear is almost a nightmare for us Xuanling monks." The old madman took a deep breath, "As you have heard from those tea guests before, in the past, we Xuan Ling Cultivators did use the Xuan Ling power in our bodies to combine with the huge natural forces outside our bodies, such as the natural energy of wind, fire, ice, etc., to produce powerful spells. Therefore, occult spirit art is also known as the art of nature. ”

"However, the occult technique has a fatal weakness." The old madman sighed, "That is the focus of the cultivation of Xuanling cultivators, which often focuses on the spiritual aspect and ignores the tempering of the body. Therefore, the body of the Xuanling monks is extremely weak. In the past, we Xuan Ling monks generally stood in the safety of the soldiers, transported the Xuan Ling power, and summoned powerful winds and thunderstorms to defeat the army of the Budamiso Federation. But after the invention of firearms, the soldiers who protected us lost the meaning of a barrier. The sharpshooters of the Bundesso Federation, they stood on a high place, sniping at us from a distance, and before we could use our occult arts, we were wounded and killed by their high-speed flying bullets. ”

The old madman pointed to the black blindfold on his face: "This eye of mine was blinded by them in a war. In addition, I was also shot in the lower abdomen, which injured the main meridians, and the Xuan Spiritual Power of my body was also lost. Without the occult arts, I, a mystical cultivator, would have become a wasted person. I left Yujing, the capital of the empire, and came to this remote town in the south of the empire, where I lived in seclusion. ”

Originally, Zhang Bingdong just listened to the story with interest, listening to the old madman bragging. But when he heard that the old madman turned out to be a warrior who was injured for the country, Zhang Bingdong's face immediately put away the original bit of banter, and his black and white eyes also showed a hint of respect.

"Zhang Bingdong, you should understand by now, why do I want you to use Xuan Ling Power in your body, right?" The old madman glanced at Zhang Bingdong, "In the case of the continuous emergence of alchemy weapons such as firearms, and the power is getting stronger and stronger, the first thing you have to do is to keep the Xuan Ling Power in your body, protect your body, and don't be easily killed by bullets." Those occult spirit techniques that release their occult spiritual power and use those flashy ice spells, flame spells, and whirlwind spells are completely suicidal stupidity. When they encounter the soldiers of the Budamiso Federation who are like gods of marksmanship, they are definitely looking for death. ”

"However, isn't the purpose of our cultivation of the Occult Spirit Technique now to become a Super Iron King Kong Warrior?" Zhang Bingdong had a puzzled look in his eyes, "I heard that the Xuanling Cultivator can combine with the powerful mechanical life, the Super Iron Vajra, to become a Super Iron Vajra Warrior. After becoming a Super Iron King Kong Warrior, the Xuan Ling Monk can enter the special alien space inside the Super Iron King Kong and safely perform the Xuan Ling Technique. Those bullets didn't threaten the life of the Xuanling Monk at all. ”

"Stupid!" The old madman struck Zhang Bingdong his head, "Do you think it's so easy to be a super iron King Kong warrior?" In the past thirty years since the birth of the Super Iron King Kong Warriors, there have been countless Xuan Ling cultivators in the empire who have cultivated the Xuan Ling Mind Technique Golden Crow Method, hoping to become super Iron King Kong warriors, but today, there are less than ten super Iron King Kong warriors in the empire. Do you think you can be 10 per 100,000, 10 per 200,000, or even 10 per 300,000? ”

"Old madman, I heard," Zhang Bingdong didn't care in the face of the old madman's questioning, but instead asked another question, "Super Iron King Kong warriors, can flatten towering mountain peaks to the ground, can split the sea in half, are they really that strong?" Is this still human? ”

In the past, whenever Zhang Bingdong mentioned the super iron King Kong warrior in front of the old madman, the old madman always pushed it with the sentence "Your strength has not yet arrived, and I will tell you when you have practiced your basic skills". Unexpectedly, today he actually took the initiative to reveal to Zhang Bingdong about the situation of the Super Iron King Kong Warrior. Although he felt that the old madman seemed a little inappropriate today, Zhang Bingdong still took the initiative to put forward the question he wanted to know the most.

"I haven't seen the true power of a Super Iron Vashman," the old madman shook his head, "but I think it's possible. Not to mention the super Iron Vajra warriors, even if we are Xuan Ling Cultivators, as long as we cultivate to a high level, we also have the powerful power to call the wind and rain - it's just that because their bodies are too weak to resist guns, bombs and other weapons made by wonderful alchemy, this has led to the decline of our Xuan Ling Monks. However, if a Soul Cultivator can combine with a super iron vajra with a steel body and enter the inside of the super iron vajra, under the protection of the unbreakable steel shell of the super iron vacuum, they can calmly and safely perform their occult arts. The powerful occult arts, combined with the steel body and amplification function of the super iron king, it is not impossible to raze a mountain peak to the ground. ”

"Old madman, you don't have a problem today, do you? In the past, I told you about the Super Iron King Kong, and you talked about him left and right, why did you talk so much about him at once today? Seeing that the old madman's words and deeds were different from usual, Zhang Bingdong suddenly felt a strong uneasiness in his heart.

"Take it, little madman." The old madman took out a purple post from his bosom and handed it to Zhang Bingdong.

"What is this?" Zhang Bingdong took the post. I saw that in the upper right corner of the post, there was a giant dragon painted with gold thread. The giant dragon circled up under the white clouds, making a soaring gesture, and its appearance was extremely powerful.

The Wyvern Empire is a country with the Wyvern as its totem, and the Golden Dragon is the most revered. As soon as he saw that there was a golden dragon embroidered on the post, Zhang Bingdong immediately understood that this post was by no means simple.