wrong!

No one moved.

Zheng Shiyi looked at the person beside him, but he was stunned. The dummy was not a real person, but a dummy carved from wood.

"Everyone and everything in this city seem to be carved from wood." Peng Junyue looked at Zheng Shiyi with a look of surprise.

"This... this is a completely wood carving city."

Zheng Shiyi also looked at Peng Junyue with amazement. The two walked forward along the street in front of them. Not only people along the way, but everything was carved out of wood.

Slowly, a figure finally appeared in his sight, a figure moving.

A middle-aged man was sitting in the inn with a carving knife, carving carefully. Everything in the inn was carved out of wood. Inn shopkeepers, shopkeepers, wooden tables, wooden chairs, wine pots...

Everything is as big as a real object, and looks like a real thing. Everyone, whether it is a guest or a diner in the hotel, is vivid, and can even see joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness on their faces.

Kill the king!

Although Zheng Shiyi had never seen the King of Killing, he just took a look and realized in his heart that the person in front of him was the King of Killing.

The King of Killing was just wearing an ordinary gray long suit, and there was no special thing in his appearance. He seemed to be an ordinary carpenter, and there was no terrifying aura on his body.

He seemed to have not realized that someone had walked in here, and he was still carving it intently.

Zheng Shiyi and Peng Junyue didn't say anything, but just stood aside and watched every move of the King of Killing...

After a long time, almost another hour later, the Killing King finally carved the last diner. Then he put away the carving knife in his hand, looked back at Zheng Shiyi behind him, and a wise light appeared in his eyes, asking, "How about me, this wood carving?"

The sound was neither high nor low, and it was like a killing king. It was not as ordinary as it was. But somehow, Zheng Shiyi listened to the sound, but felt that every byte of the sound seemed to be filled with the killing aura of golden swords and iron horses.

Zheng Shiyi's eyes fell on the carvings on the side again, and sincerely exclaimed: "Kill King, your carvings are already superb, and they look like they are real, but..."

Zheng Shiyi said and paused for a moment, then sighed: "What a pity, even if they are like each other, they are just wood after all."

"Yes, they are just wood." Killing King sighed with regret: "In legend, the highest level of art is life, and life!

It is said that the supreme power in ancient times can do it, but it can turn dead objects into living objects. It is rumored that when the ancient power draws a picture of a beauty, the beauty will come out of the painting and come alive.

When an ancient powerful carved a wooden horse, the wooden horse turned into a real horse. And I can't do this now."

Zheng Shiyi looked at the King of Killing with an sigh and suddenly realized that this was probably the way to Killing the King. Although Killing the King was like himself and had received the boxing intentions imparted on his body today, the other party's Tao must be different from him.

If the King of Killing is able to make a real wooden man who can survive, it will be a completely different state. I just didn’t expect that the King of Killing is actually a carving.

His title is to kill the king. He thought that the way to kill the king should be the kind of road full of murder.

The King of Killing seemed to be in deep thought and longed for him, saying, "I really don't know what kind of era it was in the ancient times. Unfortunately, I was not born in that era."

Peng Junyue looked at the Killing King and suddenly spoke: "Actually, geniuses are geniuses in that era, and powerful people are geniuses in that era. No matter you are in that era, they are powerful people. This has nothing to do with the times."

The King of Killing turned his head gently, as if he was as special as an ordinary person, and seemed to be full of wisdom and stared at Peng Junyue with his eyes full of killing aura.

The next moment, he suddenly laughed and looked at Peng Junyue and said, "It's interesting, it's really interesting. You are an interesting person."

"Where, where, just everyone thinks Peng... no, everyone thinks fat people are fun." Peng Junyue became humble, but he felt very complaining in his heart. Who said that killing Wang Guao, who said that killing Wang is difficult to contact? Killing Wang is obviously very kind.

The King of Killing looked at Peng Junyue again with a smile on his face, then turned his head to look at Zheng Shiyi and said, "You are also very good. It is really rare to be able to comprehend the priest's boxing intention at such an age."

"It's just a lucky person." Zheng Shiyi recalled the situation where he broke through the seal and sighed in his heart. If it weren't for the God Marquis Conference, he might not be able to break the seal until now.

"It is your ability to understand the priest's boxing intention, so how can you say it for luck?" The king of killing said the word "priest" and showed a clear look of respect or even worship on his face.

Zheng Shiyi was slightly surprised. When he reached the level of killing the king, he could still admire someone so much! And he was not the first. Fan Yao's father, Fan Wang, was the Prince of Nine Stars. When he talked about the current saint, he also looked admirable.

It is even more amazing that the current emperor can make such two characters worshipped.

Peng Junyue seized the opportunity and asked, "Kill the King, you said that Lao Shiyi has the ability, that is, he has the ability. Do you think, can he defeat the King of Unmoved? Who will win the two of them?"

"The King of Moving is a mountain, so high that many people can't see the top of the mountain." The King of Killing said with a look of memories on his face: "I had fought with the King of Moving at the beginning. Although the King of Moving rose late, it only rose within a year or two, he is indeed a genius of the world."

"Then who won the battle with the King of Modification?" Peng Junyue realized that killing the King was not as arrogant as the legend, and he became more courageous.

"I didn't lose." The king of killing said as usual: "If you can't ask the king, he will give you the same answer, saying that he didn't lose either."

"In other words, you can tie the game." Peng Junyue spoke naturally.

The Killing King shook his head gently and said, "It's not a draw. I think I have the upper hand, but the Unmoved King thinks he has the upper hand."

This is a draw.

Peng Junyue complained in his heart that he just said that he was tied, and he still insisted on saying that he was so troublesome. Is this the so-called master's style? Experts all need to pay attention to this tone, and say that ordinary things are troublesome, and even in a foggy way.

Forget it, let’s ask Lao Shiyi’s topic.

Peng Junyue continued to ask, "But the King of Moving is no longer the King of Moving, he is just the Marquis of Moving. What about Lao Shiyi this time? Can he defeat the King of Moving?"

"If there is a mountain, there will be people climbing. Some people give up halfway, and some people will even fall down from the mountain, but there will always be people who can climb to the top of the mountain. Standing on the top of the mountain is naturally higher than the mountain." The king of killing said as he looked at Zheng Shiyi and smiled and said, "I think you can win because you have understood the intention of the emperor's fist."

"Oh, can Lao Shiyi win? That's great, Lao Shiyi, you see, even the Killing King is optimistic that you will win." Peng Junyue immediately shouted with excitement when he heard the sound. He shouted twice, as if he suddenly thought of something, turned his head and looked at the Killing King with curiosity: "So, under the same circumstances, the Unmoving King will not be able to comprehend the Holy Fist Intention."

"No, if it were the King of Wait, he could break the seal faster and comprehend the priest's fist intention, but so what? I am optimistic about Zheng Shiyisheng." As the King of Killing spoke, a strong sense of confidence suddenly surged out of his body, and the breath surged, even giving people the illusion that it had condensed into substance, and it seemed that the air in this world became unique.

After the killing king finished speaking, he raised his hand and showed two woods more than one person tall in his hand. He handed the woods to the two of them. He took out a few more carving knives and handed them to them and said, "You have seen my carving portraits before, so you can try it too."

"It's a good thing to do, fat guy, I'm the best at this thing." Peng Junyue took the carving knife with a confident look on his face and walked to the wood and directly cut it down, starting to carve it.

Zheng Shiyi took the carving knife, but in his mind he recalled the steps he had done when he killed the king to carve. While recalling, he began to use the knife carefully.

I saw that the Killing King carved it easily and was extremely fast before, but I realized how difficult it was to carve it as soon as I moved my knife.

Although I have excellent control over the strength due to my cultivation, I feel uncomfortable and awkward when carving it.

The King of Sha moved a wooden chair that he had carved and polished himself, sat on the wooden chair, looked at Zheng Shiyi's carving, and just took a few glances, he laughed out loud.

"I said, boy, what are you doing? You want to carve, not kill people, and that knife is not used for murder. What are you doing so hard? Are you trying to pierce people directly?"

"Little guy, what are you carving? Is it a human arm? But who has the arm, so much is indented in the middle?"

"You are the eyes? Why are they triangular? Even triangular eyes are not as triangular."

"You two legs are thick and thin, why? The tendons of one leg are broken?"

"Boy..."

The King of Killing sat on the seat and was talking about Zheng Shiyi's carvings at first, but slowly, he was laughing harder and stronger as he grew older, and even laughed a little out of breath.

Zheng Shiyi's eagle is so ugly, so ugly, so ugly that it's so ugly.

"This... this is too difficult. I thought I had a good control over the force, but when I carved it, I realized that I was too poor in the details."

Zheng Shiyi looked helplessly at the wooden carving that he carved with a completely asymmetrical left and right, and even had extremely strange facial features. His face felt a bit hot. Compared with the carving of the King of Killing, his face was really ugly.

However, Peng Junyue, his carvings should be good.

Zheng Shiyi turned around and looked at Peng Junyue's carving beside him. After a look, he felt a little balanced. Peng Junyue's carving looked not much better than his own, and at most it was a little stronger. But the problem was that his carving was terrible.
Chapter completed!