"Hoo ......"

In a daze, Wu Ming is like drinking sweet springs, like a swallow returning to the nest, comfortable and comfortable, I don't know how long it has been, I always feel that it is good to continue like this.

But when this kind of thought filled his heart, he suddenly woke up and jumped up, only to find that there was no trace of scars all over his body, and even all kinds of discomfort before the coma disappeared cleanly, and his body was full of inexhaustible strength.

It's in the pinnacle state, and the good can't be better!

"Here?"

Wu Ming patted his head, his eyes were greatly less vigilant, and he glanced around.

The spacious and bright room has an unobstructed view, simple and rough decoration, not simple, full of roughness, and there is a charm of great complexity and simplicity!

The only oddity is that each of the utensils is very large.

That's right, it's big, and what a big word!

It's like the bed under him, it is a stone bed with a lot of feet, and the rough edge of the bed still shows traces of knives and axes, but it seems to be a ghostly axe, revealing indescribable sharpness.

A huge stone table on the side is also made of a whole boulder, and a stone bowl on it is like a basin for washing the face, which is dripping with glossy crystal slag and a faint and refreshing fragrance of rice.

Wu Ming subconsciously licked the corners of his mouth, the aftertaste lingered around his lips, and what he ate in a coma must have been the thing in the stone bowl.

To his surprise, although Xiu Wei was not good at it, the Qi of Life Fire in the Nine Orifices in his body was quite mixed up, but it seemed to have been reorganized, and there was a tendency to be unified, which was several times purer than before?

You must know that this is a sign that the four realms are congenital, hold the yuan and keep one, and the true qi is about to turn into the true yuan!

He himself cultivates "Innate Gong", and his true qi is already purer than that of ordinary martial artists, plus the foundation of "Mixed Yuan One Qi Strength", the qi of the five internal organs is integrated into one, and the strength of true qi is second to none in the same level.

Nowadays, even if it is not as good as the true element, it is only a step behind, and what is missing is the condensate element.

There is even a feeling that if he is willing now, there is even a great possibility that he can directly condense the true yuan!

"Whew!"

Wu Ming often took a breath and forcibly suppressed his throbbing, but the hand that touched his heart suddenly stiffened, and his face was extremely ugly.

The dragon coat is gone!

The only thing that made him feel slightly relieved was that although the induction with Longyi was weak, it was still there.

As a last resort, he could only wear a leather pocket that could only cover his shame, and walked out of the door half a foot high, and he was stunned.

As far as the eye can see, a small farm yard, stone mills, dustpans, brooms, and even chickens and ducks competing for food, resembling poultry, but more than ten times larger.

But when I saw their food, I couldn't help but take a breath, it was a grasshopper or worm and other demon insects that only had some demon breath, and the breath of this group of chickens and ducks was not weak, all of them were demon kings, and even the leading high-crowned chickens were actually the realm of the big demon king!

In other words, this is a group of monsters comparable to innate and grandmaster!

For his appearance, the colorful chicken didn't raise his eyelids, squeezed away the chickens proudly, strutted his head, and leisurely pecked at the demon insects.

"This chess doesn't count, I have to go again!"

Just when Wu Ming felt in a trance, under an ancient tree outside the courtyard gate, there was a buzzing shout like thunder.

Looking around, I saw a yellow-haired old man sitting tall with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, wearing a tattered mattress and skin, arching his body, stretching out his black arms, and grabbing the chessboard with his big fan-like hands.

On the opposite side is an old man with a lupine scarf, crane hair and a childish face, with a warm smile on his face, who regretted the yellow-haired old man's move, did not think it was a pestle at all, but mentioned a few words, gentle and elegant, revealing the confidence that the sky is not shocking!

But the strange thing is that when Wu Ming stared at it again, he found that he couldn't see the old man's face clearly, and even when he walked to the door, he still couldn't see clearly.

It was as if a cloud and mist were hovering around him, as if there was some special force blocking his vision.

But what frightened him was that Long Yi was on the edge of the stone pier chessboard, like a jade-colored turtle, crawling towards this side with full spirituality, probing his brain.

But whenever he was about to climb out of the stone pier, he was pulled back by the yellow-haired old man, retracted his head aggrievedly, and did not forget to cast a 'complaining' gaze at himself when he was near.

I didn't have time to think about it, and when I walked to the door, the yellow-haired old man shouted again.

"No, no, no, I won't go like this!"

It turned out that the yellow-haired old man thought he had made a good move, but unexpectedly, the old man in the Confucian shirt smiled and groaned, so he scratched his ears and cheeks, and he couldn't find a way to crack it.

"Oops!"

The yellow-haired old man was in a hurry to regret his chess, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Wu Mingzheng's curiosity, and suddenly his face was sneering, his slightly blue eyes rolled around, and he feigned anger and said, "I said that my luck is so bad today, it turned out that this kid was disturbed, old pedant, this plate doesn't count, it doesn't count!"

Crash!

When the old man in the Confucian shirt looked at Wu Ming, the yellow-haired old man pulled his big hand, and the chessboard was in a mess, and he seemed to be a little anxious, and his force was unstable, and he actually swept a few chess pieces with obvious and extraordinary materials into powder.

The old man in the Confucian shirt didn't care at all about the yellow-haired old man's regret of chess, but he felt sorry for the chess pieces, and scolded with a smile: "Okay, you old mountain, rely on chess, rely on chess, how can the old man be as knowledgeable as you, a mountain villager, why do you destroy my chess treasure?"

"Huh?"

The yellow-haired old man became more and more embarrassed, his palms subconsciously paused, poofed repeatedly, and pressed a few chess pieces into slag.

"You ......"

The old man in the Confucian shirt couldn't cry or laugh, and the feather fan shook continuously, making the former awkwardly scratch his messy hair like a chicken nest, and a few swarthy, thumb-sized fleas fell down.

The flea's belly is red and yellow, and its eyes are even more red and shiny, and after it lands, it exudes an amazing aura, which is many times stronger than that colorful chicken.

After seeing Wu Ming, his eyes lit up, and he didn't see how to move, and his blood flashed, and the next moment it appeared in Wu Ming's ears.

"Not good!"

Wu Ming's whole body was cold, as if he was being targeted by an extremely terrifying beast, and he had no power to fight back.

Whoa!

At the last moment, I heard a cry that looked like a rooster and a phoenix, and then I heard a small scream with panic.

Everything came to an abrupt end in an instant.

Wu Ming only felt that his scalp was numb, goosebumps were growing all over his body, and he stiffened his neck and turned his head to look, only to see that the colorful chicken was feasting, screaming with joy, fluttering its wings, waving out five-color streamers, covering a cloud of blood, and eating happily.

The flea-like ferocious insect has an extremely extraordinary breath, and its size is tiny, and its speed is amazing, and it is like a natural enemy, and it is used as food by the colorful chickens whose breath is obviously weaker than a hand.

What the hell is this place?

At such an instant, Wu Ming was shocked to feel a chill on his back, and it was cold sweat that soaked through his clothes.

The joy of escaping death and recovering his strength suddenly dissipated, and he even wanted to cry without tears.

If it weren't for the two unscrupulous old men who were watching the play, who were looking at this side with a smile, I'm afraid they would really cry!

"Junior Wu Ziming, meet the two seniors!"

Wu Ming slandered in his heart, but he didn't dare to show anything on his face, and bowed almost humbly.

"Words don't match the truth!"

"It's not the same as what it is!"

The two elders gave evaluations one after the other, but they all expressed Wu Ming's inner thoughts.

Wu Mingden was embarrassed.

No matter how thick-skinned he is, he can't stand being exposed in person.

"Two seniors praise falsely!"

Wu Ming didn't dare to be angry, so he had to agree hard.

"Thick-skinned enough, Tian is shameless!"

The yellow-haired old man grinned, revealing a mouth full of yellow, orange and orange teeth, but there was no anger on his wrinkled black face, more of a tease, and his hands were not slow, and he had already swept away all the chess pieces on the chessboard.

"You, destroy my chess treasure......"

The old man in the Confucian shirt knew that the other party was a scoundrel, but he was still distressed by his own chess pieces.

"Hmph, what kind of bullshit chess, it's not as strong as my boy's shit, you have to lack chess pieces, my dung basket will lend you, there are many in the pit, pick it up yourself!"

The yellow-haired old man didn't realize how indecent his behavior was, and his mouth was full of foul language, which made the old man in a Confucian shirt shake his head.

"Good elegance, from your mouth...... It's really ......."

The yellow-haired old man was not ashamed, but complacent, learning the posture of an old pedant, and gently stroking the yellow beard that was not rich under his chin with his big hand.

Seeing the second old man's gag, Wu Ming couldn't insert half a sentence, because he was already stunned by a few broken whiskers in the hands of the yellow-haired old man!

With the naked eye, the severed beard is countless times smaller than the earthworm, but once you carefully observe it with your divine sense, the amazing fierce spirit pressure comes to your face, and it is magnified countless times, as if there are countless demons and monsters rushing towards you.

Where is the broken beard, it is clearly a few dragon pythons or dragons with terrifying breaths, all of which are a hundred times stronger than Ao Liang, only under the Ao Ye Jiaolong Emperor that day.

But in the hands of the yellow-haired old man, he was like an earthworm, struggling and wailing.

It is precisely because of this that the touch on Wu Ming has been magnified countless times, and he feels that the yellow-haired old man is really unfathomable, and the old man in Confucian shirt who sits and plays against him is not bad?

"Old Shantou, put away your little caution, scare this doll, how can the old man explain?"

The old man in the Confucian shirt said unhappily.

"Confession?"

Wu Ming was shocked and came back to his senses.

"Hmph, how to explain is your business, but it's none of my business! Besides, it's natural to repay debts, this kid owes me a huge debt now, and if you don't knock him out of the bone and suck the marrow, it's good to spend it, and you won't lose a piece of meat if you are scared!"

The yellow-haired old man wiped his chin nonchalantly, and those dragon pythons or dragons with amazing breath turned into beards again.

"Hey, you old man, when did you learn the ways of the miscellaneous family? Tell me, what do you want?"

The old man in the Confucian shirt glanced at the chessboard distressedly and sighed helplessly.

Wu Ming wondered even more, he could be sure that he had never met this old man, so why did he want to pay off his debts for him?

No, when did he get into debt?

I only dare to think about this idea in my heart!

"I don't have such a curse, in the whole world, who doesn't know that I am the most real, I am a farmer, I am ...... I'm so angry!"

The yellow-haired old man stopped doing it, and shouted like thunder in his throat, and Wu Ming's face was like earth, but his heart was dripping blood, and he was throbbing in pain.

Because the yellow-haired old man shouted for a while, as if his mouth was dry, he grabbed a jade bottle and poured it violently, and the golden-red liquid flowed down his beard, but it did not fall, but was absorbed by the beard.