"Who are you?"

Chen Wangchu looked at the strange bald monk and asked.

As soon as his voice sounded, the bald monk's eyes, which were already very big, quickly became bigger. "Not only your eyes are a little special, but your voice is also very special."

Chen Wangchu's voice is indeed very strange.

It's like a pleasant sound, and it seems that the pronunciation intervals of 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. Do you forget that I asked you before, what kind of monster are you?"

Chen Wangchu looked at the bald monk and said, "I am the Taoist son of Wangyou Mountain. Chen Wangchu."

"Wangyou Mountain?" The bald monk thought for a while and said, "Invisible Sect, that means anything is fine, no one has seen it before."

"Who are you?"

Chen Wangchu asked the third time again, "Who are you?"

The bald monk said: "My name is Guangnian, 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, and his eyes turned completely silver: "I can't see your cultivation level. What kind of monster are you?"

The bald monk smiled, "Isn't this what I asked you before? You can talk first and I can only say it."

Chen Wangchu even had no change in his expression on his face. He seemed to be frozen in the frowning expression, "Shouldn't have any conflicts with you?"

The bald monk suddenly 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 true." The bald monk said: "It's just that I want to figure out what kind of monster you are."

Chen Wangchu seemed to avoid this question and asked instead: "Why are you here? What are you doing here?"

The bald monk was also stubborn. He just asked Chen Wangchu, "What are you doing here first?"

Chen Wangchu said: "There is a Wang Li from Xuantian Sect who snatched one of my magic weapons. I came here to try to retake the magic weapons."

The bald monk was stunned. He didn't expect that Chen Wangchu would explain the reason so readily this time.

He thought for a while and said, "I came here just because someone didn't know what cheating methods were. He seemed to be constantly obtaining easter eggs that would have been discovered under special conditions."

"Early egg?" Chen Wangchu's expression changed slightly, and he had a confused look.

"Don't you understand?" The bald monk looked at him seriously, sure that Chen Wangchu seemed to not understand, and he became even more confused, "You don't look like an ordinary monk, but you don't seem to be restrained here.

A fixed person 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 felt that this was a dangerous thing.

But the bald monk could no longer suppress the urge to try. He looked at Chen Wangchu, and with a thought, a fireball surged out of his hand and threw it towards Chen Wangchu.

The scarlet fireball was instantly reflected in Chen Wangchu's silver pupils.

The essence of this fireball is very simple, this is the simplest fireball technique in the Fire Talisman Sect.

This fireball technique is also one of the most powerful fire-type methods. However, this lowest-level fire-type method is completely different when used in the hands of this bald monk.

The fireball instantly became extremely crystal clear. The flames on its surface were still beating, but each cluster of flames looked like the most crystal-clear ruby.

Chen Wangchu reached out to take a photo.

When the fireball flew in front of him, his palms just slapped on the fireball.

A click.

There was no trace left on his hands, but his body retreated more than one meter, while the fireball turned into countless debris and instantly dissipated in the air.

"It's really blocked?"

The bald monk's eyes widened. He seemed to have discovered something amazing. He screamed in surprise, "You don't have any energy to breathe... You don't need to rely on the Dharma, you just need to rely on your own body.

Block the power of my fireball.”

"Your most common fireball technique...is obviously like a Qi Refining Cultivator, why does it have such power?" 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 surged out of his body.

This layer of golden light instantly turned him into a pure gold statue.

He rushed to Chen Wangchu in one step and slapped Chen Wangchu's face with a palm.

Chen Wangchu stretched out his hand and the two intersected their palms.

With a bang.

Both of them bounced outwards.

A ripples appeared on Chen Wanglai's body, and he still retreated for more than one meter, but the golden light of the bald monk retreated for dozens of feet in a row.

"Golden Light Technique!" Chen Wangchu said: "This is the most superficial introductory magic of the Golden Light Sect, but it is comparable to the supreme method in your hands. What you use is obviously the most superficial law of vitality, but why is it more powerful than that of humans?

Is the same method a hundred times higher?"

The bald monk looked at Chen Wangchu who was safe and sound, but was a little furious, "How is that possible! What kind of cheater are you? What kind of world is this? Is it a cheating world?"

"Checker?"

Chen Wangchu's whole body trembled slightly, and there were unique strange sounds in his body.

Just as Wang Li had already made him unable to understand, the bald monk who suddenly appeared was also unable to understand at all.

"monster….."

But at this moment, he still clearly heard what the bald monk said to him at the beginning, and he couldn't help but say, "If you think you and I are monsters, have you seen many different monsters before?"

”

"I have seen people who clearly contain great power but I don't know about it. I have seen people who have not practiced for a day but have drawn Taoist talismans that are top-level Taoist talismans." The bald monk frowned. He was in a bad mood.

It was quite pleasant, but he still wanted to figure out what kind of existence Chen Wangchu was, so he said a few words patiently.

But at this moment, he vaguely felt that the other party seemed to be something completely different from him.

"I also saw a monster like this...I also saw one." Chen Wangchu hesitated for a moment and said, "I accidentally met a drunkard. He didn't know how to fight the enemy. He didn't seem to be a cultivator, but

As long as he suffers, the wine in his wine pot will become spiritual liquid that can form acquired spiritual roots, but those spiritual liquids may not necessarily generate certain spiritual roots."

The bald monk was a little calm. He knew what the kind of monster Chen Wangchu was talking about, but when he looked at Chen Wangchu, he became more and more confused about how Chen Wangchu was.

But what made him feel inexplicably dangerous now was that he felt that Chen Wangchu was a monster who could restrain him or compete with him.

...

Coincidentally, when the bald monk and Chen Wangchu were in a strange awkward stalemate, Lu Shenliang, who wanted to continue moving forward at the border of Beimingzhou and the edge of the ice sea, was

Stopped.

She met a practitioner.

Logically speaking, it is unlikely that other practitioners except her will appear in this kind of place.

So she knew that this was also an abnormal monk.

Moreover, the aura on this monk instantly made her feel extremely familiar.

"You are the monk who made my golden elixir problem and my mental damage?" She looked up at the black long-haired practitioner who seemed to melt with the black ice surface and said.
Chapter completed!