A nearby town
In the tavern, looking at the strange clothes of people around, it is obviously out of line with the times.
Fang Tong knew that this must be a world changed by evil.
Look down from the sky.
The world is surrounded by sea water. The area is not large, and there are few cities in total.
If the power of immortals is as weak as Lu Yan, the world is really meaningless.
The key is that it always gives Fang Tong a strange feeling, as if he is not in a real world.
Whether it is the real world remains to be analyzed.
However, after a burst of supersonic sprints, Lu Yan finally couldn't bear it, and wrongly admitted the fact that Fang Tong was the 'Great Sage of Qi Tian'.
Maybe he was wondering where such a pervert came from.
...
Sit down in a hidden corner.
"You said you were a scholar, and now you are a fairy. What are you?"
Pouring himself some wine, Fang Tong takes a sip to taste the taste, raises his head and asks Lu Yan, who looks like Uncle Long.
"I am an immortal... but I didn't pass the exam, so I didn't become an immortal."
The man smiled, sighed and rubbed his hands.
"If you want to be an immortal, you need to take an exam?"
Fang Tong glared.
"How can I become a fairy without taking an exam?"
The man questioned.
"Of the three six examinations, Tianting recruitment officials certainly need them."
Speaking of this, the man looked helpless and told about his sadness.
"What are you going to test? It's impossible to argue."
Fang Tong has a strange expression. In those days, he was also a certified face dresser.
But Lu Yan obviously didn't understand what he meant. He shook his head and said several exam contents honestly.
What is the basic Taoist practice, what is the assessment of the seals and symbols, and what is the theory of governing the mortal world.
"How many doors did you pass?"
Fang Tong feels tartar.
"One door..."
"Whew, somehow you passed the exam. It doesn't matter if you take the exam five more times, you will pass six times." Fang Tong comforted him.
Unexpectedly, Lu Yan, who looks like Uncle Long, gave a dry smile and then said carefully.
"That's not true... I haven't passed any of them... I was brushed off from the first door, so I can only be regarded as half an immortal and half a mortal."
“...”
Long silence.
Fang Tong put away the idea of letting Lu Yan teach him the way to practice.
Because this guy can't see it.
It's not reliable when we meet.
Fang Tong is afraid that he will explode his practice of unreliable practice.
So
He turned to look forward to what Lu Yan said about the God of War.
No, according to the description of the first god of war in the three realms, it should be Erlang Xiansheng and Zhenjun.
It must be a piece of bullshit again. The devil changed Erlang God into a god of war in Yujiang.
But before that, Fang Tong has to confirm.
"Hey, is there a practice system in the world?"
"Your Honor..."
"Hmm?"
Seeing Fang Tong squinting and looking dangerous, Lu Yan changed his mind at the right time.
"Great Sage!"
"The Great Sage is powerful, and there may be no one in the world who can compete with you. So why bother about the cultivation system?"
As he said this, he smiled pleasantly and kept drinking.
Get drunk at the speed visible to the naked eye, and the big nose becomes red.
This good wine is much better than the bulk wine in his wine gourd.
"That's not true."
Fang Tong shook his head carefully and said, "Although I am the smartest, strongest and best!"
"But people can't stand still. I still need to make progress."
"Are you willing to help me improve?"
Looking at the red light in Fang Tong's eyes, Lu Yan swallowed the saliva, put down the bottle and nodded forcefully.
"The Great Sage wants to make progress, so I'm willing to... but I'm not strong enough."
"In this world, only gods can practice, and ordinary people can't do it. If the great saint wants to practice, he'd better ask the god of war in Yujiang."
"Well, I'll ask him."
Fang Tong nodded clearly and got up immediately.
"Ah, Da Sheng, you just went there? There are many eagles and dogs under the Yujiang God of War...."
Seeing this, Lu Yan had not finished speaking, so he tried to stop Fang Tong.
"Oh, are you worried that I can't defeat the god of war in Yujiang?" Fang Tong tilted his head.
"No, I want to ask you if you can save the golden hoop stick here for the time being. If you can't come back, I will..."
When talking about Lu Yan, he saw that Fang Tong's face smelled, and he dared not say anything more.
"How can you find someone to rescue the fake and inferior petrochemical products?"
Fang Tong shrugged, reached out and grabbed Lu Yan's shoulder, pulled him in front of him, and a threatening smile appeared on his face.
"I need a guide, why don't you follow me?"
"Wait... wait! Come back..."
Seeing Fang Tong trying to fly, Lu Yan was shocked. Fortunately, he was not very human. Otherwise, he would have to spiral to heaven in situ if he exceeded the flight speed of Mach 34.
Even so, he could not bear it.
"Can we find the god of war in Yujiang in another way?"
"Of course not!"
When Fang Tong smiles, life and death are hard to predict.
"Boom --"
Taking off directly with Lu Yan, he knocked out a big hole in the roof of the restaurant and rose against the moonlight.
"Ah ah ah ah!!!"
A piercing scream came from the air.
The owner of the restaurant, the proprietress rushed out, looked at the big hole in the roof, and looked sad.
"Hey! You haven't paid yet..."
...
Yujiang God of War Palace
This place is located on the cliff, surrounded by thick fog, and the moonlight sprinkles on the earth along the cloud gap, which is extremely dark.
Inside the hall
A strong man holding a three pointed two edged halberd, wearing a silver armor, a crown and auspicious cloud boots is sitting on the god seat.
In the lower hall, many gorgeous dancers wear gauze and shuttle around the giant pillars, with graceful movements.
However, the gorgeous scene did not move Zhanshen. On the contrary, his eyebrows were locked and he looked worried.
Both the dancers and the soldiers around know more about the troubles of the god of war in Yujiang.
Everything comes from the petrified Monkey King sculpture at the bottom of the hall.
Five hundred years is coming.
The god of war in Yujiang feared that the legendary Skywalker would come and release the Great Sage and end his rule.
The closer the time is.
The god of war in Yujiang seems more and more irritable, and even a little thing will offend everyone.
So the dancers were very careful, for fear that something wrong might offend the tyrannical god.
But when people live in a tense atmosphere, how can they fail.
A dancer near the gate slipped while dancing
He fell to the ground with a bang.
For a moment, the calm and dignified atmosphere in the hall was broken.
The heavenly soldiers standing guard, together with the eyes of the god of war in Yujiang, cast their eyes together.
"Dare!"
With a muffled sound that suppressed the restlessness, it echoed in the hall.
The wrong dancer's body stiffened in place, tears gushed from her beautiful eyes, and she dared not move.
Seems to have anticipated his next tragic fate.
But before the god of war Yujiang, who was on the throne, asked the heavenly soldiers to drag the slave girl down, an angry wave suddenly rushed in from outside the temple.
"Boom --"
The gale raged in the hall.
Lift the skirts of many dancers, revealing their long white and smooth legs.
A light laugh that did not belong to the tense atmosphere in the hall appeared, and the god of war of Yujiang suddenly stood up at the sound!
His eyes glowed cold.
"Bark to the god of war in Yujiang, old man, do you still recognize the Monkey King, the great saint of the sky in Huaguo Mountain Water Curtain Cave?"