Grass, why am I here, Wu Yong opened his eyes and looked at the quaint living utensils next to him, and couldn't help but feel very strange. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Didn't I get shot to death with a shovel?

How did it come back to life, could it be that it traveled to ancient times.

Suddenly, a memory came to his mind, and Wu Yong had a splitting headache, and his mind was full of memory fragments.

Hey, Lao Tzu has crossed over, and he has also traveled to the continent of the Fantasy Martial Cultivators.

It turns out that the owner of this body is called Wu Yong, hey, what a coincidence, with the same name and surname.

This Wu Yong, how to say it, was born with dull qualifications, and he is still refining the triple body, and people of his age have long cultivated to the realm of martial apprentices.

Wu Yong, Wu Yong, this name makes people laugh, on the earth, because of the Water Margin, no one said anything, but in this Xuantian Continent, no one has heard of the Water Margin, so people who have heard his name since childhood laughed at him.

This is really interesting, just cross it, and cross to a waste, and I don't know if I will become a martial arts talent because of the traverser.

However, if I have come, I will be safe, at least I am still alive.

Speaking of Wu Yong's life, it is also sad.

He was the product of his cheap father's drunkenness, and he didn't know it at the time, he was drunk, and he caught a servant girl next to him and gave it to him, and Wu Yong was born.

Born is born, it's good to have a little martial arts talent.

But this Wu Yong inherited his mother's talent, and his talent was dull.

Well, since birth, he has been weak and sickly, let alone cultivating.

Finally, his body was better and he began to cultivate, but he found that he had no martial arts talent at all, and he could sense the vitality at the age of three, and this Wu Yong did not sense the vitality until he was fifteen years old, and now he is eighteen, breaking through one layer a year, just refining the third layer.

This Xuantian Continent is a world where the strong are respected, and his cheap father felt that he was embarrassed because he disliked him for not having a talent for martial arts, so he changed his name to Wu Yong, and did not admit that he was his son.

Not only did he ignore him, his mother was sick, and his father didn't even look at it, Wu Yong knelt down and begged him, and was beaten by the servant next to him. In the end, because he couldn't afford medicine, Wu Yong's mother fell ill and died.

Wu Yong, who is completely desperate for life, lives in the yard like a walking corpse, he is not afraid of beating and scolding, let alone death, maybe death is a relief for him.

He wanted to escape, but how could such an ugly thing be publicized, his scorpion-like father had already arranged for someone to keep an eye on him to prevent him from escaping.

But this still can't stop Wu Yong's idea of escaping, even if he will be caught back every time and beaten severely.

This time, he directly beat Wu Yong to a serious injury, lay on the bed and died, just cheapening himself from the earth.

Why don't you just kill him Wu Yong lay on the bed and thought, why bother so much, dead people will not tell others secrets.

Maybe it's the father's only remaining conscience. Wu Yong let out a cruel sneer at himself.

Suddenly, a voice sounded in my head.

Serious physical injuries have been detected in the host, requiring emergency treatment.

"Who, who's talking. Wu looked around vigilantly.

I am the God Shovel, the one I brought you from the earth. The voice rang out again.

God shovel, you are the black shovel that Liu Jin used to kill me. Wu Yong was a little incredulous.

That's right, it's me, it's me, you should thank this god shovel, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't be alive now.

Hmph! Let me travel to a wasted person, what's the use of living. Wu looked at the Divine Shovel angrily with his eyes.

Hahahaha, if it weren't for me, you might be a waste, but with me, you must not be a waste. God Shovel laughed confidently.

With you, what can you help me with. Wu glanced disdainfully at the shovel in front of him.

Hahahaha, I, am the greatest god shovel in the world, as long as you inherit my shovel god lineage, he will be broken for nine days, and it is not impossible to be above the ten thousand worlds.

You're so powerful. Wu Yong said with a little disbelief as he looked at the shovel.

Haha, boy, you should be grateful to the person who killed you, if it weren't for him activating the sleeping me, you would still be like all things in the heavens, trapped in endless reincarnation, and there will never be a chance to transcend. God Shovel said proudly

Well, since you're so powerful, then you can let me up a few levels first. Wu Yong looked at the divine shovel and said.

A few levels, you also underestimate me, but not now, your injuries are too serious, I need to spend energy to help you repair. God Shovel responded.

All right. Wu Yong looked at the divine shovel and sighed helplessly on his face.

I don't know if my sister is okay at home? No one will nagging her anymore, and she doesn't know whether she will be happy or sad.

It's all the fault of money, because when he was a child, there was an old man in Wu Yong's village who made a living by touching gold during the war and famine years, and he studied with him for a while. Wu Yong, who grew up, couldn't make money because he was idle and didn't have any real talents, so he started this business.

For money, Wu Yong went to rob the tomb with several people with the same smell, and finally stole a few treasures, but because of the uneven distribution of the spoils, he fought with one of them, and then was shot to death by the other party with a shovel.

Alas, people die for money, but unfortunately the money is not spent, which is really sad.

Thinking about it, Wu Yong suddenly found that all the injuries on his body were gone, and there was no trace of scarring, exactly the same as the original fair skin, he jumped up happily, and his feelings were really godly.

Shovel God, Shovel God, help me improve my strength. Wu begged with eager excitement.

I also need to regain energy. Shen Shovel replied lightly.

How long will it take. Wu Yong hurriedly asked.

Ten days, after speaking, the divine shovel disappeared in front of Wu Yong's eyes.

Ten days, alas, wait slowly, not in a hurry. Wu Yong was slightly disappointed, lay down on the wooden bed, looked up at the beam, and seemed to be thinking about something.

Of course, Wu Yong has not been idle and has nothing to do in the past few days, after all, he has not personally experienced the feeling of cultivation, and he is still deceiving himself, well, what changes may occur after I cross over, the soul becomes stronger and absorbs the Yuan Force faster, or my martial arts talent becomes stronger and my understanding increases, and it is written like this in the novel.

So, Wu Yong was very naïve and began to try.

The so-called refining of the body, in popular terms, is to cultivate the body with vitality, so that the bone marrow of various organs of oneself is gradually strengthened from the inside out, and when the bone marrow of various organs in the body is gradually strengthened to a certain level by the vitality, it will derive a trace of yuan power.

Only when a trace of Yuan Force emerges from the body, it proves that the cultivator has taken the first step in refining the body, refining the body to a heavy heaven.

In the Xuantian Continent, some talented and intelligent children can sense the vitality from birth, but the induction of the vitality is strong and weak, and the cultivation speed of the strong induction is extremely fast, and the cultivation progress of the weak induction is naturally slower.

And Wu used this induction yuan force to sense the person who had cultivated for fifteen years to refine the body, and his talent can be imagined.