Tianfu Continent, Yanya Empire, in a ruined temple on the outskirts of Wanliu City.

No one knows which god this temple is dedicated to, and no one knows exactly when it was built, because there is no one to take care of it, and over time it has become a place for beggars, and the world jokingly calls it the god of beggars.

A group of disheveled beggars gathered around and discussed the division of Wanliu City, with the bamboo gang with many people but thin on one side and the iron gang with few people but stronger on the other.

"Iron Pig! Don't go too far! This Yang Mansion's territory is said to be shared! You fucking don't talk about trust!"

Sun Sheng picked up his wooden stick and pointed at the leader of the Iron Gang and shouted, he liked Yang Tianyin, the eldest lady of the Yang family, for a day or two, and ran to the vicinity of Yang's house every day, not so much to ask for money as to see Yang Tianyin.

Of course, Sun Sheng is still very self-aware, just watching from afar, and never close to harassment.

The Yang family is a good person, and they are also very good to these beggars, they have given porridge when there is famine, clothes they have given in winter, and they often give some money.

Moreover, Yang's Mansion is near the downtown area, and begging there for a day can earn more than begging in other places for more than ten days.

"Hmph, how about I don't talk about credit, what can you rubbish do with me?"

The iron pig did not laugh angrily, and fanned the thin Sun Sheng out of the broken temple with one palm, Sun Sheng fell to the ground fiercely, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and the blood was mixed with a few teeth.

"Raised by a son of a bitch! Iron Pig, you fucking looking for death!"

I don't know who roared, everyone in the Bamboo Gang pounced, but was stopped by a person, and everyone looked at it and found that it was their eldest brother Zhuling.

"You broke through the double body quenching?" A trace of surprise flashed in Zhu Ling's eyes, he and the iron pig were only one weight of the body before, so the bamboo gang has always been with the iron gang well water does not violate the river water, no wonder the iron pig is so arrogant.

The quenching double is nothing in Wanliu City, but it is an unshakable position among these little beggars.

As the saying goes, poor literature and rich martial arts, it takes a lot of money to practice martial arts, even if it is the most ordinary quenching body, it also needs a lot of medicinal materials to wash the bones and cut the marrow, even if there are no medicinal materials, just to maintain the cultivation of the martial artist, there is no money to maintain his appetite, an ordinary martial artist who has a heavy quenching body needs at least three catties of meat a day.

It was also because of some coincidences that he barely broke through to the first weight of the quenching body, but he didn't expect the iron pig to be one step ahead of him.

Iron Pig saw Zhuling looking like a ghost, and laughed, in the past few years, Zhuling has been relying on his own number of people and pressing the Iron Gang, and now he can finally raise his eyebrows.

"Even if you are a quenching body, you may not be able to do whatever you want!"

Zhuling warned, his eyes flashed with a faint hint of killing intent, his Bamboo Gang has nearly a hundred people, and without that place in Yang Mansion, these people will have to live a steamed bun day again.

Iron Pig subconsciously touched his head, although the quenching double is also the number one person in the beggar gang, but the tiger can't stand the wolves, although the bamboo gang is thin, but the ruthlessness is famous, and it is definitely not good.

But I have worked hard for so long, isn't it just for today, driven by hatred and anger.

"Smack!"

"Lao Tzu is going to do whatever he wants today!"

The iron pig slapped Zhuling in the face, and the crisp sound reached the outside of the temple, Sun Sheng climbed up with difficulty, looking at the people in the temple, everyone clenched their fists, and it was obvious that the negotiation was not smooth.

"Hit!"

Zhuling and the Iron Pig shouted in unison, and the people behind them swarmed up, and the temple became a pot of porridge for a while.

Zhuling and the Iron Pig fought together, at first they were evenly matched, but after a while, the Iron Pig with two quenched bodies was suppressed.

Although the explosiveness and strength of the iron pig are stronger than Zhuling, it is not as spicy as Zhuling, and Zhuling has climbed all the way from the younger brother of the Bamboo Gang to this position.

The two have no martial arts, just pure fighting experience.

Sun Sheng slowly came to his senses, the standard of quenching the body is to break three hundred, Sun Sheng is an ordinary person who can't even cultivate, plus he can't eat enough for a long time, if he wasn't also a master who often fights, I'm afraid that slap would kill him at that time.

Angry, Sun Sheng took out a small five-inch-long dagger from his arms and rushed into the melee.

Seeing that the two were entangled, he strode behind the iron pig and stabbed him on the waist.

"Ahh

The iron pig roared, kicked Sun Sheng away, covered his waist, and Zhuling saw that Sun Sheng's sneak attack was successful, and he stepped down according to the wound of the iron pig.

Iron Pig endured the pain, grabbed Zhuling's leg, and kicked Zhuling's left leg directly.

Syllable!

The two people of the Bamboo Gang, the two sticks swept across the temples of the iron pig, and even the sticks were directly interrupted, and the iron pig felt that his eyes were dark, and he fainted in a daze.

Zhuling smiled, looked at the others, and found that there were still eight people left in the Iron Gang, and there were only ten left in the Bamboo Gang plus himself.

Moreover, there are few people in the Iron Gang, and there is no need to divide so many portions of food, which is much stronger than the Bamboo Gang.

Zhuling limped over, Sun Sheng pulled out his dagger and slashed it down the throat of the iron pig, directly hitting him.

"Now that Iron Pig is dead, do you want to fight again?"

Facing Zhuling's questioning, several people looked at the iron pig who was already dead and hesitated.

Seeing that there was a play, Zhuling hurriedly struck while the iron was hot, and continued: "It's better to join our Bamboo Gang, now there are only so many people left in the Bamboo Gang and the Iron Gang, and the entire Wanliu City is enough for us to beg, is it necessary for you to live or die?"

Several people looked at each other and felt that this was very reasonable, so they nodded and agreed, Sun Sheng slowly fainted and fell in a pool of blood, a wisp of red blood slowly flowing down from his seven orifices.

Zhuling looked at Sun Sheng who fell, as if he had knocked over the five-flavor bottle, Sun Sheng was too much like his previous self, ruthless and competitive, unlike himself, Sun Sheng was too extreme, and it was easy to embark on a road of no return.

And Sun Sheng looks a lot like one of his former brothers, the brother who died in his arms.

As the sun set, more than 20 beggars supported each other and walked towards Wanliucheng, all of them had more or less wounds on their bodies, and if they didn't deal with it, they would probably leave wounds for the rest of their lives.

In the ruined temple, the corpses were all over the place, the blood stained the dusty green bricks, and the half of the statue enshrined on the table emitted a wisp of red smoke.

"Yo...... It's strange that after all these years, there are still people offering sacrifices to me!"

After the red smoke drifted through everyone's bodies, those corpses instantly turned into dust, but when the red smoke swept past Sun Sheng, he stopped, he felt a trace of anger, he was still alive.

"Sacrifice? or...... Priest?" Red smoke penetrated into Sun Sheng's brain from his nostrils, and he learned the cause and effect from Sun Sheng's memory.

"Cut...... I thought there were people in this world who would offer me, it turned out to be a small fight for the little beggar, but if this kid didn't use the knife, I really wouldn't be able to get the sacrifices, forget it, for the sake of these sacrifices, I will give the old things above the Nine Heavens God Realm, a gift. ”

The sound of red smoke became eerie and cold, like the sound of evil demons from the Nine Springs Hell, and in Wanliu City in mid-June, the scorching sun was in the sky, and suddenly a huge snowstorm fell, and the snow was already four feet thick in the blink of an eye.

The red smoke healed Sun Sheng's body, woke Sun Sheng up with a palm fan, and said to him: "Little ghost, do you want to cultivate martial arts?"

Sun Sheng was stunned for a moment, and then nodded like pounding garlic, cultivating martial arts, that is his lifelong dream, but unfortunately he is a beggar, he eats the last meal every day without the next meal, how can he have extra food to provide him with martial arts.

Two books appeared next to Hongyan, Sun Sheng looked at the two books directly, and then asked calmly, "What is this?"

"Are you blind, can't you read?" When Hongyan finished speaking, he suddenly felt that he had said some nonsense.

"I now have two divine books, one is the Tongtian Sutra of the Yuan Shi Tianzun, and the other is the Demon Clan's Supreme Treasure Qitian Bible, which one do you want?"

The sound of red smoke became unusually magnetic, Sun Sheng's consciousness collapsed instantly, and the subconscious in his heart occupied the main consciousness, Sun Sheng stretched out his hand and took the Demon Clan's supreme treasure Qitian Bible.

Seeing this, Hongyan slowly retreated, Sun Sheng slowly regained consciousness, and walked towards the door with a dull gaze.

At this moment, Wanliu City, up and down the city, 748,615 people, all of them were spared, turning into ice sculptures.