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Chapter 135 The God of Wooden Spears

Two days later, Zhang Yang saved up 30 portions of dry food, and Robin, the broken leg, finally woke up.

He moaned weakly, and since his eyes opened, he would be as confused as he would be, and he would be very classic.

Zhang Yang didn't care about him, but just sat more than ten meters away and cut the wooden spear slowly. At this moment, the wooden spear was still the same wooden spear, but he was no longer the same him.

Based on his higher physical attributes, he can even make the damage thrown by ordinary wooden spears comparable to the ghost hunting crossbow in Robin's hand of Broken Legs.

Of course, the reason why he wants to cut wooden spears now is to cover his 30 pieces of dry food.

As for the wooden spear Jack, what is the wooden spear Jack without the wooden spear?

Zhang Yang is now working hard to make up for himself various personalities, such as a freak who is fond of cutting wooden spears, a ghost hunter who likes to wander around with a bundle of firewood on his back, etc.

As the saying goes, only when using a character, only when you hate it, and only when you are not aware of the situation, will you not make such mistakes.

"We're still alive?"

After more than ten minutes of confusion, Robin Broken Leg finally asked the first question.

"Of course, we are still alive and praise our Lord. At the last moment, our Lord Zhao Xianyu personally came, scared away the intermediate soul ghost, and gave me a more powerful magic. Now, I can officially announce to the whole world that I am Wood Spear Jack."

Zhang Yang was talking nonsense, but there was no evidence to die anyway, so of course he didn't need any evidence, because Jack's idea of ​​broken leg probably took a long time to sort it out.

“This is illogical.”

Robin, the broken leg, had no idea under his red and swollen eyes.

"My Lord does not need to explain to mortals. As a believer in My Lord, do you also have to question?"

Hearing this, Robin, the broken leg, stopped talking and was silent for a long time, then he said, "I am worried about the safety of my Lord. In addition, what we attracted before is not an intermediate soul ghost, but a high-level soul ghost."

Zhang Yang was startled on the surface and looked scared. After coming to his senses, he immediately shouted loudly, "Praise my Lord Zhao Xianyu, you are so invincible and great!"

"Shh, quiet, don't you want to live?" Robin, the broken leg, was so anxious that he was sweating.

"Don't you know that since those souls and ghosts appeared, there have been fewer gods in this world? A god once came in person and defeated the souls and ghosts for a while, but soon the god lost contact with his believers."

"So, the soul ghost is called the God Slayer again!"

Robin's words in the broken leg made Zhang Yang's heart thrill. He had such speculation before, but now he has been confirmed.

"What's more, I have to find a way to contact my master Zhao Xianyu." Zhang Yang looked anxious and unwilling to believe it.

"It's not clear in detail, but according to legend, high-level soul ghosts may threaten low-level gods. My lord Zhao Xianyu should be considered a new god. Although I don't know how he became a god, if nothing unexpected happens, the reason why you and I survive is not because my lord Zhao Xianyu scared away that high-level soul ghost, but that high-level soul ghost went to chase my lord Zhao Xianyu."

"So at this moment, my Lord is afraid that there will be many dangers. Alas, is the Dharma-Ending Age really coming?"

"Let's go, we have to leave here quickly. My Lord's sacrifice cannot be wasted." Robin, the broken leg, struggled to stand up, but failed to do so. Even though he was not strong enough, he could not withstand the destruction of the past two days.

"No, I have to communicate with my Lord Zhao Xianyu first. As the sky priest of my Lord, how can I retreat when I see the difficulties?" Zhang Yang said firmly, then carried a bundle of firewood on his back, turned around and ran away.

Of course, I have to run away. My boss is dead. If I don’t run away, I will stay here to die. As for the broken-legged Robin, I will not bring this burden to this time, right?

So after a few seconds of froze, Robin immediately shouted anxiously: "Manor No. 76, Fifth Street, Storm City, is my private property. Take me back. That manor is yours. In addition, my daughter is in her prime, beautiful and generous, and passionate. She is a pair of men made of heaven and earth."

So Zhang Yang helped Robin up with his broken leg, and he didn't care about any luxurious manor or beautiful daughter. What is important is his character design.

Since the mountain god Zhao Xianyu has now "sacrificed heroically", the sky priest who evolved as a little shoemaker naturally has no backing. How domineering and weird he was before, then it would be better to be greedy for life and death at this moment.

Moreover, Robin, the broken leg, is the most important part of his entry into the world, so of course it is worth the best effort.

Zhang Yang had already had a package of plans for this, and was waiting for him and Broken Legs Robin to return to Storm City and perform one by one.

But maybe it was because of the bad luck in the passing years, or because of the good luck, Zhang Yang held Robin with his broken leg and crossed a mountain. He saw a few miles away, a convoy was running forward in a mess, and the people seemed to be in a mess, incredibly embarrassed, and he didn't even care about the goods thrown off the car.

"They encountered souls and ghosts! And more than one, they were hunting."

Robin, a broken leg, deserves to be cunning and experienced, and makes a direct judgment from a distance.

"Hurry, go east, cross that mountain, hide it, we can't bump into it, that's a dead end."

While Robin broke the leg said this, Zhang Yang saw two black shadows appearing behind the caravan, chasing them slowly like sheepherders. However, every few seconds, a black shadow will attack instantly, spanning hundreds of meters to take away a caravan member. The speed even made Zhang Yang feel terrifying.

Because Wu Yuan’s awesome three-attribute extraordinary ones can’t cross a hundred meters in one second, and he will return to the original place the moment he kills the target!

Even the high-level soul ghost he killed two days ago was not that powerful, otherwise Zhang Yang would have run away long ago.

"There is something strange about this."

"That's not a soul ghost! At least it's not the kind of soul ghost you ghost hunters often hunt."

Zhang Yang said in a deep voice, pulling off a large bundle of wooden spears on his back.

"What do you want to do? Don't you want to live?" Robin, the broken leg, was almost scared to death. This is the best chance to escape now.

"I want to verify one thing."

"What?"

"For example, I saved you and saved these people in the caravan, and then I declare that I am the God of Wood Spear. Will you become my general faith?" Zhang Yang said calmly, only his words were extremely crazy.

"You're crazy!" Robin's broken leg began to flicker, and obviously, he was also a little shaken.

"You don't have to worry about whether I'm crazy or not. I guess you, a guy who loves the gods, will definitely understand what it means to become a mortal. So, let's make a deal, help me become a god, or tell me the specific details, and then I will safely escort you home. The mountain god Zhao Xianyu is on the way. If I break my promise, I will die here."

(ps: I finished writing with endless sleepiness. Please understand that it will be better in a few days)
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