The headquarters of the Wasteland Group, in front of the Yellow Sky Gate.

Huang Shilie, who called himself 'Huang Lie', was kneeling on the ground at the moment, his waist straight, and the muscles of his whole body were tensed, like a fierce tiger ready to pounce.

He gently removed the black haori from his body, revealing the bright clothes he wore underneath.

It's an ironic scene.

No one could have imagined that the proprietor of the Wasteland Group, one of the four major companies in the dignified Japanese people's district, was actually a man of bright bones.

"It's winter again in the blink of an eye, and we old things have survived another year."

The old man sitting in the middle sighed, and the light in his eyes revealed an indescribable sense of vicissitudes.

"When I first came here many years ago, it wasn't called the Wajin District. I still remember very well that it was also a heavy snowfall that day, and palm-sized snowflakes jumped through the gap in the collar. The wind was wet and cold, like a knife scraping a bone, and the blood that flowed from the wound was immediately frozen. ”

The old man recalled the painful memories of the past, but a faint smile appeared on his face.

He lowered his eyes to look at the desolate world who was kneeling in front of him, and said with a smile: "Fortunately, your desolate family helped us escape the pursuit of those bald donkeys at that time, otherwise Huang Tianmen would have been destroyed a long time ago." The Huangshi family is our benefactor of Huangtianmen! ”

Similar words, Huang Shilie doesn't know how many times he has heard them.

Ever since he was discovered to have the Martial Order gene, entered the Huang Tianmen, and worshipped this Martial Sequence named Huang Baolong as his teacher, he had often heard such words of gratitude.

Until now, he has become the leader of the entire Ashiyo family, and these statements have not changed.

Today, there are no waves in the heart of the absurd world, there are only endless boredom, and there is resentment that is suppressed in the deepest part of the heart.

Huang Shilie grabbed the ground with his head, and the clothes on his body were supported by the bulging muscles.

"Master, don't say that, if it weren't for you, there would be no Huang Lie. Without Huang Tianmen, there would be no Wasteworld Group. ”

The face that is almost touching the ground, the facial features full of horizontal flesh are full of oozing anger.

The words that can come out of the mouth of the absurd world are grateful to Dade, which is extremely sincere, so that people can't hear the slightest resentment.

Huang Baolong, who was sitting at the top, did not doubt that he had him, and accepted the other party's bow in a grand manner, smiled with satisfaction, and then slowly stood up from the seat.

As he got up, two fist-thick life-support harnesses behind him were revealed.

One is inserted into the spine behind the Yellow Dragon, and the other is linked to the coccyx.

As soon as the two strands of wire went up and down, liquid flowed in from above, and after entering the body, it was clearly visible, wriggling like a worm under the skin. Finally, after washing the whole body, it is discharged from the coccyx.

After such a cycle, the wrinkles on the surface of Huang Luolong's body were obviously smoothed a little, his skin also exuded a faint luster, and the heavy twilight also dissipated a little.

But strangely, this state of rejuvenation, which seemed to last only for a very short time, soon decayed again.

As soon as the anger rises, the death air returns.

The old man is in this cycle of life and death, constantly going back and forth.

"Over the years, on the one hand, you have to develop business for the wasted family, and on the other hand, you have to work hard to continue the life of us old immortals, which can be regarded as both loyalty and righteousness. I, Huang Baolong, have killed a lot of people in my life, and I have saved a lot of people. But now when I am about to enter the earth, the most correct thing I did in retrospect was to accept you as an apprentice. ”

"The master praised it, this is what I should do."

"I don't say this to make you grateful."

Huang Baolong waved his hand, "I want to tell you that we old things can't continue to drag you down." ”

Huang Shilie raised his head suddenly, clenched his fists and said in a deep voice: "Master, I have never had such a rebellious idea"

"Huang Lie, listen to me first."

Huang Baolong stretched out his hand to signal the other party not to worry: "Now that you have also been promoted to Martial Order, at this point, I have nothing to teach you." No merit is not punished, this sentence is the principle of being a minister, in fact, it is also the principle of being a teacher. Profit is as thin as a knife, focusing on kindness, and it is time for us to leave. ”

Huang Shilie's eyes couldn't help but constrict, and the things he had been thinking about for a long time were so easily placed in front of him at this moment.

This not only did not have a trace of joy in his heart, but a deep uneasiness rose in his heart.

"Where are you going?"

Huang Shilie was silent for a moment and asked softly.

"Of course, I want to go back to the empire and see the Taoist and Buddha masters who drove us here with their own hands, and see if they have soared on the crane and whether they have become Buddhas and ancestors!"

Huang Baolong's eyes lit up, and a terrifying domineering aura escaped from his body.

"If they haven't had time to attain the Tao, then those of us who are old friends will naturally have to help them!"

The old man raised his eyes and looked around, and then echoed the voice.

"Send them to the Tao, it is my duty to Huang Tianmen."

"I've endured it for many years, and I've finally waited for today!"

"Cihang old nun!"

Wu Xu, the only female in the field, whispered in a hoarse voice: "I want you to become the lowest Ming concubine, and you will forever sink under the seat of those monks in the Huangliang Buddha Kingdom!" ”

"We've been here long enough that we've forgotten what our homeland looks like. I'm afraid that if I wait any longer, I'll forget how to hold the knife and how to punch. ”

"Do you have to go? Master. ”

"Imperative!"

Huang Baolong looked at the face with sincere emotion, and said softly: "But before leaving, there is one more thing I need you to do as a teacher." ”

Finally showed the fox's tail.

The heart of the desolate world finally became a little clearer, and he said solemnly: "Between master and apprentice, why use it." The master has a life, Huang Lie must do his best to do it! ”

"Huang Lie, do you still remember the gift that was given to you by the teacher when you were just crowned?"

Huang Baolong did not directly explain the matter and the plate, but instead threw out a question.

"Of course I do."

When Huang Shilie heard this, he subconsciously licked his reddened lips.

"That Wu Liu, named Huo Guangzhi, is the first wild martial artist he has met for his teacher. At that time, when the teacher met him, his strength was already Dacheng Wuwu, but he still almost failed to take him down. Even in the end, he was not lightly injured, so he was killed and made into a slice treasure. ”

Huang Baolong's eyes were empty, and there was light and shadow flowing under his eyes, as if the pictures of the past were reappearing in his mind.

"These wild martial orders, to put it bluntly, are actually demonic geniuses whose entire martial order genes are so strong that they almost completely show a dominant state."

"They appeared after the 'division of the world', when the sect withered. There is no need for nested system martial arts, nor does it need the experience guidance of predecessors, only a few scattered martial arts injectors are needed to promote to an extremely high sequence, and the speed of cultivation is shockingly fast. ”

"The most important thing is that their rituals are no longer the same as ours."

Hearing this, the desolate world's male body shook suddenly, and his face could no longer maintain calmness.

When Huang Baolong saw this scene, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

When he first learned this from the mouth of the Dao Order, his reaction was the same as that of the other party.

Huang Baolong paused for a moment and continued: "The so-called word 'wild' is nothing more than the jealousy bred by the envy of our sect system, which belongs to the anger of the incompetent. ”

"In the words of those gods of the Dao Order, they are the real martial orders that came into being after the 'division of martial arts in the world'. And those of us who follow the sect system are redundant garbage that has been given up by genes. ”

"The birth of the martial arts injector was originally a selfless sacrifice made by the sect's martial arts order for the re-emergence of the overall sequence. But now it seems that these sacrifices have become someone else's wedding dress. ”

"If 'wild' becomes the mainstream of the martial order, the sect system that has been inherited for thousands of years will completely disappear, and then people like us will only be reduced to providers of injectors and imprisoned and kept in captivity. Just like the three religions do today. ”

"Even if the Wild Martial Order doesn't do this, I'm afraid we will become enemies of life and death because of the cross-conflict of the rituals. Vertical and horizontal and royal road are living examples. ”

Huang Baolong's voice was like an ancient bell ringing, constantly echoing in this dark room.

"They are our real enemies! At present, the enemy will not sit idly by as a teacher, and your thoughts should be the same as mine! ”

(End of chapter)