Wu Jun simply treated the Demon King's leg injury and carried him on his back and walked down the mountain, saying, "Old man, I see you are doing well, why don't you want to live?"

"If I were to do it well, who wouldn't want to live?"

The Demon King dealt with Wu Jun, feeling nervous.

He didn't want to become a cripple at all. Now he just wanted to immediately attach Wu Jun's leg and then re-connect it again!

But he was afraid that Wu Jun would see the flaws after using the demon power, so he was very entangled.

Wu Jun continued to ask: "I heard you, it seems that I have encountered some difficulties?"

The Demon King glanced at the back of his head, threw away the distracting thoughts in his mind, and carefully composed the story.

"I am a man from the world. At the age of 18, I have made friends with a group of brothers and found a great foundation. But when I reached the peak of my life, my brother who I thought was the best betrayed me, causing me to lose all my cultivation. I could only hide my identity and be a woodcutter here."

"In the past, I was able to carry a tripod, and I rarely met any opponents in the world. Now? I just fell slightly and broke my leg. What's the point of saying I'm alive?"

Wu Jun said in surprise: "I didn't expect you to have such experience. Did you ever think about making a comeback and seeking revenge on your brother?"

The Demon King said in a hoarse voice, "My cultivation is gone, and I am alone and have no power. It is not easy to take revenge unless..."

As the Demon King said, he had already brought the topic to the point, trying to trick Wu Jun into practicing his "The Sutra of the Emperor of Wanshou".

Wu Jun suddenly interrupted him and continued, "Unless you have an adventure! I have a book called "Tathagata's Divine Palm". After I finish learning, I can summon the Buddha's golden body to fight for you. It only costs ten cents per book. Are you interested?"

Demon King: "????"

Can a secret book worth ten cents each be summoned to the Buddha's golden body?

What a fool!

The Demon King twitched his cheeks involuntarily, suppressing his anger and said, "No need, I'm practicing swordsmanship."

Wu Jun said: "I have the sword technique too, Ranmu Knife, Shura Dao, Five Tiger Soul-breaking Sword, Xiao Li Flying Sword, buy three copies and get one copy. If you can't buy ten cents, you will suffer a loss, if you can't buy ten cents, you can't buy ten cents, you can't be fooled..."

The Demon King was so angry that he laughed and said, "You should keep it for yourself!"

Wu Jun smiled and said, "So it's right to laugh. Although I can't empathize with your experience, as long as people are still alive, they can always find a way..."

The Demon King listened to his comfort, and a trace of playfulness appeared in his eyes: "Yes, as long as he is alive, he can always find a way."

While speaking, Wu Jun had already arrived at the woodcutter under the guidance of the Demon Emperor.

After putting the Demon King down, Wu Jun breathed a sigh of relief and said, "My uncle, please have a good rest. I'll cook medicine for you and make a pair of crutches to try to get out of bed within a month."

The Demon King took out a book from his arms and said, "Now I am in a state of despair. There is nothing valuable on me. Only this secret book is pretty good. You can practice it."

Wu Jun refused, "No, it's too much energy to practice martial arts. I don't want to be distracted from taking up time studying medicine, so you should keep this secret by yourself."

The Demon King immediately turned cold and looked like a stubborn old man: "Since you don't like my martial arts, I won't drink your medicine, you can leave."

Wu Jun couldn't help but glared: "You old man, you really don't have any reason!"

The Demon King remained silent and remained unmoved.

Looking at the arrogant old man, Wu Jun felt powerless for a while, took the secret book and said, "I have agreed in advance that I am not a peerless genius in all directions. You can't blame me if I can't learn it."

A confident smile appeared on the Demon King's face: "I will let you learn it."

Wu Jun curled his lips, found a pottery pot, went outside the door, and while looking through the book "The Emperor's Sutra of Wanshou", he started to boil medicine.

Soon, Wu Jun boiled the medicine, put it in a bowl, and said, "Old man, I've taken the medicine."

The Demon King glanced at the steaming medicine in Wu Jun's hand and said, "You practice the technique I gave you first, and I'll drink it after reading it."

Wu Jun said speechlessly: "I don't even have the true essence mentioned in the book, how can I practice it for you?"

The Demon King pointed to Wu Jun's chest and said with anticipation: "Your true energy is here."

Wu Jun looked down at his chest, and a question mark appeared on his forehead.

The Demon King explained: "There are six major realms of martial arts, namely body refining, condensing the Yuan, innate, grandmaster, supreme, and martial saint. For ordinary people, they need to cultivate to the Yuan refining realm in order to condense the true essence, but some people are born with true essence and can directly cross the body refining realm."

The Demon King said, looking at Wu Jun with a hot look: "Actually, you just said it wrong. You are the rare peerless genius who is invincible!"

Listening to the demon emperor's praise, Wu Jun couldn't help but shake his body. He felt that he had become much taller in an instant, and his eyes were bright: "So I am so powerful, how many years do I need to practice before I can practice Taoist Martial Saint realm?"

“…”

The Demon King was silent for a moment, and looked at Wu Jun in front of him, and he wanted to kill him on the spot.

It’s as easy as eating and sleeping as a martial saint to be able to practice for a few years.

There hasn't been a Martial Saint in this world for many years? If this book "The Sutra of the Wanshou Emperor" could reach the realm of Martial Saint, wouldn't it be that Xia Kui and the others had already been killed, and they would have risked the lameness to fool you here?

But when he thought about it, he was fooling Wu Jun, so he was no longer depressed. Instead, he said seriously: "The martial arts are full of thorns. Even with your talent, it may take at least ten years to cultivate to the realm of Martial Saint."

When Wu Jun heard this, he lost interest and said, "It seems that it is not that easy to practice martial arts. Then tell me how I should mobilize my true energy. I can't feel its existence at all."

The Demon King stared at Wu Jun's chest and saw the phoenix true fire that was motionless in his qi sea, saying, "Close your eyes, concentrate, imagine that there is a ball of fire in your qi sea, and then try to mobilize its power and run according to the route of doing good deeds."

Wu Jun nodded and started doing what he said. Soon, Wu Jun felt a flame on his chest, and it was slightly hot, and said, "It seems to be OK."

The Demon King's eyes suddenly became brighter: "Okay, don't be distracted, continue to do your best!"

Wu Jun suddenly opened his eyes, pointed to the medicine bowl placed beside the bed, and said, "Drink medicine, it will be cold if you don't drink it."

The Demon King grabbed the medicine bowl without hesitation and drank it all in one gulp, urging excitedly: "You continue!"
Chapter completed!