Chapter seven hundred and twenty sixth cheating world
"Who are you?"
Chen Wangchu looked at this strange bald monk and asked.
As soon as his voice sounded, the already big eyes of the bald monk quickly became even bigger, "Not only are your eyes special, your voice is also special."
Chen Wangchu's voice is indeed very strange.
It's like sweet music, and it seems that the intervals between each word are exactly the same.
"Who are you?"
Chen Wangchu still frowned and asked again.
The bald monk suddenly became more interested. He looked at Chen Wangchu carefully and said, "Don't ask me first. I asked you first. Before you forget me, I ask you, what kind of monster are you?"
Chen Wangchu looked at the bald monk and said, "I am Chen Wangchu, Taoist disciple of Wangyou Mountain."
"Wangyou Mountain?" The bald monk thought for a moment and said, "Yin Zong, that means you can do whatever you want. No one has seen it anyway."
"Who are you?"
Chen Wangchu asked a third time, "Who are you?"
The bald young monk said: "My name is Guangnian, and I have no sect or sect."
This answer made Chen Wangchu silent for a long time.
It took him a long time to look at the bald monk, his eyes completely turning silver: "I can't see your cultivation, what kind of monster are you?"
The bald monk smiled, "Isn't this what I asked you before? You say it first, and then I can say it."
Even the expression on Chen Wangchu's face remained unchanged. He seemed to be frozen in that frowning expression, "There shouldn't be any conflict between you and me?"
The bald monk immediately felt that Chen Wangchu's reaction was even more interesting, "There is no conflict."
Chen Wangchu's expression remained unchanged, "Then we don't have to fight."
"That's not necessarily the case." The bald monk said, "It's just that I want to find out what kind of monster you are."
Chen Wangchu seemed to avoid the question and asked instead: "Why are you here? What are you doing here?"
The bald monk was stubborn, so he asked Chen Wangchu, "First of all, tell me what you are doing here?"
Chen Wangchu said: "Wang Li from the Xuantian Sect robbed one of my magic weapons. I came here to try to get that magic weapon back."
The bald monk was stunned. He did not expect that Chen Wangchu would tell the reason so readily this time.
He thought for a while and said: "I came here just because someone has some cheating method and seems to be constantly getting Easter eggs that can only be discovered under special conditions."
"Easter egg?" Chen Wangchu's expression changed slightly, and he looked a little confused.
"Don't you understand?" The bald monk looked at him seriously and confirmed that Chen Wangchu did not understand. He became even more confused, "You don't look like an ordinary monk, but you don't look like you are restricted here.
A fixed figure in the laws of the world, what kind of monster are you?"
Chen Wangchu looked at the bald monk, and his heart began to be filled with the urge to take action, but he intuitively felt that this was a dangerous thing.
But the bald monk could no longer resist the urge to give it a try. He looked at Chen Wangchu, and with a thought, a fireball burst out of his hand and he threw it towards Chen Wangchu.
This scarlet fireball was instantly reflected in Chen Wangchu's silver eyes.
The vitality law of this fireball is very simple. This is the simplest fireball technique in Fire Fu Sect.
This fireball technique is also one of the least powerful fire techniques. However, even this lowest-level fire technique is completely different when performed in the hands of this bald monk.
This fireball instantly became extremely crystal clear, and the flames on its surface were still beating, but each cluster of flames was like the most crystal clear ruby.
Chen Wangchu reached out and took a shot.
When the fireball flew in front of him, his palm just hit it.
There was a click.
His hand did not leave any traces, but his body retreated more than a foot, and the fireball turned into countless debris and dissipated in the air in an instant.
"You can actually stop it?"
The bald monk's eyes widened, as if he had discovered something extraordinary, and he cried out in surprise, "You don't have any vitality breathing... You don't need to rely on the Dharma, you only need to rely on your own body."
Block the power of my fireball."
"This most common fireball technique of yours... is obviously performed by a Qi Refining monk, why is it so powerful?" Chen Wangchu looked at the bald monk, and the expression on his face became extremely solemn.
The bald monk did not answer, and golden light suddenly emerged from his body.
This layer of golden light instantly made him look like he had turned into a pure gold statue.
He rushed in front of Chen Wangchu and slapped Chen Wangchu's face with his palm.
Chen Wangchu stretched out his hand and struck, and their palms met.
Bang.
Both of their bodies bounced away.
There were ripples on Chen Wangchu's body, and he still retreated more than a foot. However, when the golden light from the bald monk's body receded, he retreated dozens of feet in a row.
"Golden Light Technique!" Chen Wangchu said: "This is the most basic introductory magic of Jinguang Sect, but in your hands it is comparable to the highest method. You are obviously using the most basic vitality law, why is it more powerful than others?
Is the same method a hundred times better?"
The bald monk looked at Chen Wangchu who was safe and sound, but he was a little frightened and angry, "How is that possible! What kind of cheater are you? What kind of world is this? Is it a cheating world?"
"Cheater?"
Chen Wangchu's whole body trembled slightly, and there was a unique abnormal sound in his body.
Just as Wang Li was incomprehensible to him before, the sudden appearance of this bald monk now was also incomprehensible to him.
"monster….."
But at this time, he still clearly heard what the bald monk said to him at the beginning, and he couldn't help but said: "If you think you and I are both monsters, then have you seen many different monsters before?
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"I've seen people who clearly have huge power inside, but they don't know it. I've seen people who haven't practiced for a day, but the Taoist talismans they drew are top-notch Taoist talismans." The bald monk frowned, he was in a bad mood.
It was pleasant, but he still wanted to understand what kind of existence Chen Wangchu was, so he patiently said a few words.
But at this time, he vaguely felt that the other person seemed to be something completely different from himself.
"The monster you mentioned... I also saw one." Chen Wangchu hesitated and said, "I accidentally met a drunkard. He didn't know how to fight an enemy. He didn't seem to be a practitioner, but
As long as he is in pain, the wine in his flask will turn into spiritual liquid that can form acquired spiritual roots, but those spiritual liquids may not necessarily generate a specific spiritual root."
The bald monk calmed down slightly. He knew what kind of monster Chen Wangchu was talking about, but when he looked at Chen Wangchu, he became more and more confused about the existence of Chen Wangchu.
But what makes him feel inexplicably dangerous now is that he feels that Chen Wangchu is a monster who can restrain him or compete with him.
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Coincidentally, when the bald monk and Chen Wangchu were in a strange and awkward stalemate, at the border of Beimingzhou and the edge of the ice sea, Lu Shenliang, who still wanted to move forward, was
Stopped.
She met a practitioner.
Logically speaking, it is unlikely that other practitioners besides her would appear in such a place.
So she knew that this was also an abnormal monk.
Moreover, the aura of this monk instantly made her feel extremely familiar.
"Are you the monk who caused problems with my golden elixir and damaged my sanity?" She looked up at the long-haired monk who seemed to be integrated with the black ice and said.
(Time waits for no one, let’s steal the chicken...)