Journey to the West: The Golden Crow Sage

Chapter 47
Looking at the oily-haired and pink-faced junior in front of him, Peng Mowang felt so resentful.

What a fucking pit!
This primordial spirit is no match for mana, even if it is slightly damaged, it will take at least ten years of cultivation, this time it will be a big loss!
Mo Chen was a little hairy from the sharp eyes of the Peng Demon King, he took out the jade bottle from his arms, and said to the Peng Demon King: "Great Sage, I have no magic power now, can you help me open this jade bottle? Can you take the elixir to heal your wounds?"

Peng Demon King took it, opened the jade bottle and said: "You have a little conscience, hey, this is..." Speaking of the second half of the sentence, Peng Demon King's eyes widened, as if he saw something unbelievable. He screamed strangely: "Yunling Pill, Nine-turn Golden Pill, did you loot the Tushita Palace?"

"Hey, no, no, I just went to the Tushita Palace with the Monkey King to get some benefits. No, Laojun found out and sealed my cultivation base..."

Mo Chen took the jade bottle and scraped the blood on his face into it. The white dragon horse could grow a fairy medicine just by soaking in urine. How could Mo Chen not be angry just now?

But in the next second, the jade bottle in Mo Chen's hand disappeared, and the whole person flew into the sky in a parabolic shape, smashing a big hole in the good roof, and fell from the hole again, and then It sank deeply into the floor and fell into a big character.

Demon King Peng poured out two Yunling Pills from the jade bottle with an angry look on his face. This kid is really lucky to be alive after stealing something from Taishang. , but he didn't dare to take more. The saint knew that Mo Chen had stolen it, but he didn't take it back. Naturally, it belonged to Mo Chen by default. How dare he keep it for himself? He took these two coins to treat the injury caused by the little crow. It's okay.

"Get up, don't pretend, how can these earthworks and bricks hurt you." Glancing at Mo Chen, who fell on the ground gasping for air, the Peng Demon King handed over the jade bottle angrily.

Mo Chen stood up and took it with a smirk.

"Do you know why the Supreme Saint's seal can only be broken with merit?" Peng Demon King looked at Mo Chen's rascal, looked away, and asked.

Know that I can cut myself with an axe?
Mo Chen muttered to himself, and said, "I hope the Great Sage will teach me."

"In the prehistoric times, Buzhou Tianzhu was still there, and there was a congenital creature who took three steps and one kneel, and five steps and one buckle, traveled all over thousands of mountains and rivers, accumulated endless merits, and finally reached the foot of Buzhou Mountain, worshiping the Taiqing sage as his teacher, Now he is the Lord of the Eight Views Palace, Fang Tianzun."

"Is it the Great Master of Xuandu?" Mo Chen knew this person, after all, he was the only direct disciple of the Taishang Laojun in the myths and legends of his previous life.

"Exactly, so this restriction given to you by the Supreme Saint is also a test." Peng Mowang said, but what he thought in his heart was, what kind of shit luck did this little crow have to make the Saint favor him, but fortunately, it is a demon clan. The younger generation, when they grow up in the future, can also help.

"Taishang Laojun wants to accept me as an apprentice?" Mo Chen asked in surprise.

"It's just a test. Whether or not to accept disciples is the idea of ​​a saint. How can we speculate at will?" At that time, Lao Tzu turned Hu into a Buddha, and Yin Xi from Hangu Pass was not accepted as a personal disciple by Lao Jun. How did Peng Demon King know Taishang Lao? Your thoughts.

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Mo Chen was walking back to the East Palace, and the conversation between Peng Demon King and him just now was still echoing in his mind. Is the Taishang Laojun a test, but why did he test himself for no reason? Did he see his identity?
However, those two pills full of immortal energy turned out to be nine-turn golden pills, which can greatly increase the success rate of Jinxian's breakthrough to Daluo Jinxian, which is really a treasure.

There is also the blood essence of the Peng Demon King. Before leaving, the Great Sage Huntian didn't know whether he forgot it or did it on purpose, but he didn't take it back. It was a surprise to be caught by the Peng Demon King this time.

While he was thinking, there was a sudden burst of noise from the distant street, which was extremely lively.

"It's Zuo Ziliang, Zuo Ziliang has entered Beijing."

"The black-faced boxing god Zuo Ziliang, the number one master in the world is really extraordinary."

"The Grandmaster who has beaten the invincible hands of the Great Wei, it is a great fortune to meet you today."...

The discussion in the crowd revolved around this person named Zuo Ziliang.

In the world of mortals, martial arts still exist, but they are not against the sky like in the novels. Even if you practice martial arts for a lifetime, you can’t match a foundation-building Dao boy. This world is a world of gods and demons, and you cannot absorb spiritual energy to develop Mana, after all, is an ant.

Is the number one master in the Great Wei Wulin? Mo Chen moved his mind and joined the crowd, wanting to see what a master among mortals looks like. Now the style of painting has become Changshengjiushi, carefree and carefree.

Surrounded by the crowd was a restaurant. On the second floor near the railing sat a middle-aged man with a black face and beardless, short and fat body. It's in your hands.

Right in front of the crowd surrounding the restaurant, there were countless quack men with swords behind their backs, looking at the middle-aged man upstairs with admiration.

Just as Mo Chen squeezed into the crowd, two figures, one tall and one short, walked up to the restaurant, and arrived in front of Zuo Ziliang, the number one master of the Great Wei Dynasty.

The two Mo Chen knew each other. Although he didn't see clearly at the time, Mo Chen knew that they were the two masked men who killed Liu An's mother just by their aura.

The two went upstairs, cupped their hands at Zuo Ziliang and said, "Mr. Zuo, Your Highness is here to invite you."

Zuo Ziliang put down the wine glass in his hand, and asked an irrelevant question: "Crazy Swordsman, do you two still remember that Taoist Ziyun's arm was broken in Baiyun City three years ago?"

The faces of the two people changed, and the shorter one said: "Mr. Zuo, the prince invited you to be a guest at the mansion. What is the purpose of talking about these things now, sir?"

Zuo Ziliang smiled indifferently, and said: "The prince is the prince, you are you, are you talking about these things, of course it is to avenge my old friend!"

When it comes to the word Qiu, he has already swung his arm and punched. The speed of the fist is not fast, but there is a faint hint of mystery.

The Crazy Swordsmen were on guard when he spoke. Seeing him punching, they had already drawn their swords to meet them. The light of the swords flashed like two silver dragons. It was far stronger than the two swords that slashed Mo Chen that day.

However, the two sword dragons overflowing with cold light turned into two dead fish in the next moment. Zuo Ziliang's ordinary punch, at the moment of contact with the two swords, spat out the force and knocked the two of them together. His treasured sword was broken, and the man was also thrown out.

The Crazy Swordsmen slammed into the wall of the restaurant, their faces turned pale, and they spat out a mouthful of blood, which was mixed with some purple fragments, which obviously hurt their lungs.

Does this mortal's martial arts have some meaning?Mo Chen, who was watching the battle downstairs, had a flash of light in his eyes.

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