Chapter Seventy-Three—Who Else?

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When he came to his senses, the wagon was gone.

But Chen Shugen knew that they couldn't go far. That kind of fluctuation can't deceive people. In particular, he is a tattoo artist, and he has carved countless tattoos into the palace. The ripples that the tattooer is about to break through, he knows very well. Because of the launch of the tattoo technique, the unstable texture on his body is like a river lacking embankment, and it is out of control.

Roar!

A dragon groan resounded through the sky!

Call!!

The wind was loud in the sky, and the clouds were gathering in one direction like a whirlpool.

At this moment, the heavens and the earth change color!

"This is ......" Chen Shugen was also startled, and then his figure shot away in that direction.

............

Just after the last two strokes, Xu Yan was already unconscious.

But a figure hugged Xu Yan at the right time and gently placed it on the hay.

The claw tattoos on his arms were lifelike, and on his chest was a dragon head that roared to the sky and glared angrily, as if it was about to fly away.

This person is Zuo Chengzhe.

His gaze was complicated, looking at the dragon pattern on his chest.

I actually understand the [Panlong] pattern that has been passed down from generation to generation by the Zuo family, the pattern master who can't get a pattern, and use the stone into the pattern...... This kid...... What kind of monster is it!?

Sou!

There was a sound of breaking wind.

At the entrance of the cave, a figure appeared.

The figure was thin and old, like a dead tree that was about to be blown down at any moment under the strong wind.

Zuo Chengzhe glanced at it, and then said to Bai Yun, "Dean, please take care of him. 」

And then he walked out like that.

Chen Shugen and Zuo Chengzhe faced each other again, his eyes fell on the hideous dragon head on Zuo Chengzhe's body, his face had been calm, and this time he did not hide his surprise: "Who is it?"

Zuo Chengzhe knew what he was asking, "Who else?"

"Who else?"

When Zuo Chengzhe said the second sentence, his figure had already turned into a black shadow.

To be precise, it was not a black shadow, but a shadow as black as ink.

Shadow, turned into a black dragon.

That's a punch.

Chen Shugen's last gaze was the pitch-black dragon head and the huge mouth of Senran...... And that fist.

At the last moment, Chen Shugen's old eyes full of death were full of disbelief. What he asked was who could carve a tattoo for him in this barren mountain and wilderness. And Zuo Chengzhe's two sentences answered him...... Who else could there be?

It's Xu Yan, it's that hateful boy!

What do you want to kill...... What kind of monster ......

Rumble!!

With one punch, Chen Shugen's entire head burst open.

didn't have time to react at all, and killed with one punch.

Zuo Chengzhe glanced at the corpse on the ground and slowly shook his head.

............

North, Four Seasons Mountain.

Four Seasons Heaven is in Four Seasons Mountain, as one of the largest forces in the north, Four Seasons Mountain is naturally unbreakable.

Although it is a famous Four Seasons Mountain, it is not just a mountain.

To be precise, Mount Four Seasons is a continuous mountain, not just a single peak.

There are five peaks in the Four Seasons Mountains.

Its names are the four peaks of spring, summer, autumn and winter. Among them, Xia Feng is the main peak, and it is also the place where Yang Xia, the mountain lord of the four seasons, lives. It's just that at the top of Xia Feng at this moment, there are bursts of cheers.

"You are not a good man, you dare to call your father by his name! Look at Lao Tzu, I beat your ass to the ground today!" A loud shout came with the figure breaking through the wind, and the person who came was a rough man, with an untrimmed beard, looking like a man in the rivers and lakes. It's just that at this moment, he is holding a long feather duster in his hand, waving it like a dog.

And not far in front of him was a young man with a long stick and a frustrated man: "! you want me to call you a father, dream!"

His stick technique is extremely mysterious, and it seems to be an embarrassing parry, but he always sweeps away the feather duster that is eyeing him dangerously.

"Hmph! I thought I was arrogant in front of Lao Tzu when I broke through the realm of a palace!" The big man who had been chasing after him heard the young man's words, and he was also angry. His arms began to glow with a dreamy glow.

It was a fiery red halo.

"You boss is not small, you dare to use the tattoo force on me, you are ashamed!" The young man who was being chased felt the ripple of the tattoo force, and shouted again! His steps were also unpredictable, and between chasing him in embarrassment, it was a square inch. Bursts of light smoke gradually rose as his footsteps accelerated! Seeing the big man who had been following closely behind, he was secretly shocked: "Where did this little rabbit cub learn such a mysterious footwork!"

But his face was silent: "You are dead!"

The red light of the arm surrounded the feather duster and swung horizontally towards the figure in front of him. The red light was waved out by him like this.

The red light of the moon's arc flew between flights, as if some phantoms were seen.

Between the red light is the blazing sun, the sound of the clear waves, the sound of the canopy being blown up, that is, the sound of summer.

It's hard to imagine that there can be a change in a single attack.

The boy who fled in embarrassment in front of him was even more frightened and screamed, "You bastard!

Although he screamed, the boy's response was not in a hurry.

An arc was drawn under his feet, turning from his back to the big man to facing the big man and the red arc of light, but his speed was not slow at all. Bursts of pink light lit up between his left arm, and as his light rose, the body of the stick was also filled with that pink light.

With that pink halo, the boy danced the long stick in his hand.

The stick was swung into a phantom by him, a half-arced shield-shaped pink mask.

As soon as he saw this light mask, Dahan was furious: "Big brother even taught you [Spring Sleep is Not Awake]!"

Originally, his blow was just to control that bastard, after all, it was his son, so he naturally wouldn't use all his strength. If he hit with all his strength, even the space and the earth would be blasted to pieces by him. But he still never expected that his son would actually learn the tattoo technique that has been passed down from generation to generation in their four seasons [Spring Sleep is Not Awakened]!

How long has he only been in the First Palace?!

"Stinky old man!" the boy screamed, and the shield-like pink light shield dissipated at the same time as the red arc of light. He grimaced at the big man and ran down the hill as fast as he could!

............

It's also the north, but here it has a strong dreamy atmosphere.

A luxurious palace that stretches for thousands of miles, and a fog that lasts for many years.

This is a big force, but at the same time it is a well-known dangerous place on the mainland - Chaoxia Palace.

In the core of the Asaka Palace, there is an annex that belongs to the palace master.

The annex is not too luxurious, with a slight embellishment in the simplicity, and there is no sense of luxury.

It's hard to imagine that this is the place where the world-famous tattoo master lives in thousands of reds.

Wan Qianhong sat in the gazebo, holding a long needle in both hands and sewing something.

Outside the gazebo, a teenager stood abruptly.

He didn't move, but his body was trembling slightly.

Because he was standing on his horse, and this was not only special, but the ten fingers he held flat were all tied to a stone.

In addition to the horse step requirements, the ten small stones are the most painful part.

Although this exercise does not intentionally cause pain in the ten fingers, it makes the whole arm and even the fingers extremely tired. It's very hard training, not only physically, but also mentally.

"It's time. Wan Qianhong smiled slightly, and the movements of his hands stopped.