Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

“Interesting, Miss Gray. Are you threatening me? ”

Lu Gengdu smiled and smiled. His face was full of expressions of interest. He was angry without being threatened. In the face of the ugly kid, he said something so loud that he didn't change his breath. "Let me think, it seems like it has been a long time, a long time, a long time... nobody dares to threaten me anymore! ”

Clarification is a fine voice for a child, but it makes both Grey and Gus feel a sense of unexplained fear.

Gray wobbled, feeling her whole body, especially her legs, was empty, her legs were soft and she was paralyzed on the floor.

But thinking of her father's muddy, miserable corpse, she still chewed her teeth and insisted, barely looking at Lu Qingdu. "It's not a threat, it's just a mutual help, as you said! ”

“Help each other, haha, yeah! ”

Lu smiled lightly, the invisible pressure around him again disappeared into invisibility, turning into an ugly kid harmless to humans and animals, but he closed his eyes and stared at the sky, without a head and a brain. “What happened to that crack, has it always been there? ”

Gray glanced slightly and followed Lu's light dust gaze.

She spent the last few days experimenting with compressed steam in the Chamber, which went deep underground and soundproofed perfectly, but did not hear the sound of the sky cracking last night.

In the daytime, this crack has become very faint. Occasionally, it is covered by clouds. If you don't look closely, you can't see it at all. Gray also found it at this moment. She couldn't help but say "ah” and stare.

“It just showed up last night. ”

Gus Zhuang dared to ask Lu Qingdu, “Yes, did you do it? ”

“This really has nothing to do with me. ”

Lu Qingdu made a move to raise his hands to show his innocence. He thought about it and said, “Well, it doesn't matter at all. Perhaps my presence has accelerated the progress of the boxing champion. Anyway, the world is about to be destroyed, so no matter what your wishes have not been fulfilled, it is best to hurry. ”

“What!”

Grey and Gus were surprised, “What are you talking about? How could the world of boxing be destroyed with the protection of boxing gods? ”

“What if I were to say that your beloved boxing god is going to destroy the world? ”

Lu Qingdu muttered carefully with a voice that his two brothers could not hear, and then said, “Well, we'll talk later, Gus, are you coming with us or not? ”

Eventually, Gus decided to die with his sister.

After all, Qin Yi was burned into a scorched black toad. He still had a history. Gus didn't know how the townspeople would react if the angry townspeople found out that there was such a large demonic altar underneath his house, and his sister killed Qin Yong.

The Qin family's power in Chi Jin Town is also small. They have kinship with the boxing school in several nearby cities. They must want to avenge Snow Hate.

Although I had nothing to do with the Demon Altar, after all, I slept on the altar for several years, and it is also unknown whether others would believe the lies made up by my sister.

The only one who can shelter his uncle seems to have a lot to do with his father's death. Gus is not a good actor. He wants him to get along with his uncle in the morning and evening, but he doesn't show signs of a spider. It is simply impossible to accomplish the task.

So, Gus had no choice but to be torn apart by the nightmare and his fate suddenly swept away.

Each of the two brothers had a large backpack, Gray held a mechanical crossbow, hung a compressed air cannon between his waist, and Gus, with a steam ball sealed with lu dust, left the house, heading south all the way to the Black Wind Mountain meteor.

At this time, the news of Qin Yong's death has not yet spread. The town is still immersed in the exhilaration of burning evil people. In the afternoon, there should be a sermon to promote integrity and criticize the demons. All of them, including the hunting team, gathered in the town. The road was swept over, but it could allow both brothers to run away.

Soon, the road ahead became narrow and rough, from the bluestone slab road to the solid dirt road, from the dirt road to the stepped out sheep bowel trail, to the end, surrounded by dense and numb bushes, reckless and pale jungle, a hill connected to a hill, the top of the hill also raised a black mist, blown by the wind, like a demon with teeth dancing claws.

This is a mountain of black winds stretching for hundreds of miles.

The place where the beast comes out and the fighter triumphs.

Yesterday, Gus met the tiger here. He saw Qin Yi shoot the tiger with a crossbow arrow and save himself.

Just a day later, Qin Yi has turned into a scorched corpse. He is also disgraced. He and his sister embarked on the path of death together. Think about it. It really feels like another world.

Gray didn't say a word, opened the road ahead, a branch and vine blocked the road, didn't even need to open a mountain knife, cut directly with a knife, but it was clean and cut iron like mud.

Gus was several times worse than his sister. Although he didn't have to drive, he carried so many things. He also carried a steam ball and walked dozens of miles of mountain road with his breath. He was still tired of sweating and panting.

Lu Qingdust doesn't have to walk on his own, but he is relaxed, very leisurely humming the minor tune, and is also incarnated into curiosity. No matter what happens, ask Gus the root.

From the history of the world of boxing gods, to the food and lodging of everyone on weekdays, to the structure and role of the temple of boxing, including the content of the Iron Fist Way, and the evil of the power of mechanics and steam, he seems to really know nothing about the world, and every detail can provoke his semi-realistic amazement and laughter.

“Oops, a world where you can only punch naked with your bare hands, but you reject the use of swords, let alone machines, steam and electricity? What an interesting tree!

“So you don't usually have to study, plant fields or build. Almost all of you are hunters and warriors. From birth, you send them to Iron Fist School to practice. The best ones go to the dojos of the major boxing schools. The best ones then go into boxing temples to practice. In any case, only fists and fights are right in life. But in that case, what do you eat and lack a lot of tools and machines, life can be very inconvenient?

“Oh, oh, I see, the mountains and wilderness around the town, every day randomly refreshes a lot of vicious beasts, the vicious beasts are full of treasure, as long as the vicious beasts are killed with bare hands, all kinds of food and essentials will erupt, enough to satisfy the operation of the world of boxing gods, no wonder you have developed for tens of thousands of years still so backward, turns out you have no incentive to evolve at all.

“The nights of this world don't even have stars? The champion is too petty. Although it is irrelevant, it consumes a little more computing power and a few stars will kill you! What's a star? How can this be explained? The star is the tiny dust in the universe, but once it decides to burn itself completely, the light emitted is also brilliant!

“What, not even lightning? Damn, the champion didn't mean to live with our Lightning Life clan, did he? ”