Plane Copy Master

After letting Wen Tianlie eat the devil fruit, Wu Yan waved his hand, letting him slowly familiarize himself with the power of the devil fruit.

"I still have 19 devil fruits in my hand. It seems that I need to find some people to cultivate them." After giving the ancient tyrannosaur fruit to Wen Tianlie, Wu Yan thought to himself.

These devil fruits, if you find the right person to eat them, I believe they are also a very powerful force.

As for the city of heroes, Wu Yan naturally regarded the city of heroes as an enemy.

Thinking of looking for some people to eat the devil fruit, Wu Yan couldn't help but think of how many people could barely resist his domineering aura when he erupted his domineering aura before. These people seem to have pretty good aptitudes?

However, Wu Yan immediately shook his head again, no, although those people's qualifications are not bad, but their crystal points are too low, and when they grow up, they don't know what's behind them.

Sure enough, sometimes it is not so easy to find a few geniuses.

Time passed day by day, and in the following days, Wu Yan and Xiaomeng were getting familiar with everything in Titan City.

In addition to the official forces to which he belongs, Titan City naturally has several not small forces, and Wu Yan also met with them, so that the two sides got to know each other a little bit.

These people did not raise any objections to Wu Yan's taking charge of Titan City.

After all, now that even Wen Tianlie has become Wu Yan's subordinate and has sworn allegiance to him, the others naturally have nothing to say.

In Titan City, the Red Moon Merchant Alliance is also a pretty good force. There are three fourth-level awakened people in it, and no one thinks that the Red Moon Merchant Alliance is easy to bully.

However, the life of the Red Moon Merchant Alliance is very low-key, making it easy to ignore their existence.

The Red Moon Merchant Alliance cheered up Wu Yan's heart secretly. Hero City has it, and this Titan City also has it. Will there be other places?Even every large survivor base has a Red Moon Merchant Alliance?

It can be felt that the Red Moon Merchant Alliance is a very powerful organizational force, so Wu Yan will not rush to attack it before he understands it.

Therefore, when Wu Yan found Nangong Hua, Wu Yan told Nangong Hua to pay more attention to the Red Moon Merchant Alliance.

In addition, besides this, Wu Yan also asked Nangong Hua to quickly collect some materials that he could use.

At this moment, I have become the leader of Titan City, and the Dalongshan base is also a force under my seat, so Wu Yan is going to build a fixed dimension gate to connect Titan City and Dalongshan base.

Unlike magic that will dissipate automatically after a long time, once the dimensional gate is built, it will be useful forever.

At the beginning, Wu Yan was afraid that it would be too easy to contact Dalongshan Base and Hero City, and that Dalongshan Base would be squeezed by Hero City, but now that both bases are his own, Wu Yan naturally has nothing to be afraid of. .

Regarding the things Wu Yan ordered, Nangong Hua naturally would not have any complaints, nodded, and quickly collected them.

It's just that collecting the materials for building the dimension gate will not be successful in a short period of time.

Therefore, in the following days, Wu Yan and Xiaomeng also stayed here to practice in Titan City, waiting...

Half a month passed in such a blink of an eye, and the computerized pattern on Wu Yan's palm became more and more perfect.

Seeing that his new journey across planes was about to begin, Wu Yan also prepared all the necessary materials.

That night, Wu Yan sat quietly on the roof drinking, and Xiaomeng next to him snuggled up to Wu Yan, her delicate face was full of tranquility and peace.

Finally, Wu Yan's palm felt slightly hot.

Immediately, a space-time vortex appeared, and the figures of Wu Yan and Xiaomeng were involved in it, starting the No. 17 journey through planes...

Chapter 597: Little Monk (Part 6)

The vortex of time and space made Wu Yan feel a little groggy in his mind, shaking his head, Wu Yan stood on the ground, looked around, and found that he was in a dense forest.

Xiaomeng next to her was also looking around curiously. She also knew that she and brother Wuyan had traveled through time and space and arrived in another world.

"Where is this plane?" Looking around, there was no one there, Wu Yan murmured to himself, and immediately jumped up, suspended in mid-air, looking around.

However, looking from a distance, it seemed that he had come to an endless jungle, and there seemed to be no trace of anyone here.

"Brother, what shall we do next?" Xiaomeng also saw that there was no one else around, so she asked Wu Yan.

Traveling through other worlds, Xiaomeng is still a novice, but brother Wuyan should naturally be familiar with it.

"It's okay, let's leave here first, find a place with people, and then slowly investigate the situation," Wu Yan said after hearing Xiaomeng's words.

While talking, the figures of the two were flying in mid-air, found a random direction, and flew straight forward.

Condescending, patches of dense forests, although the scenery is very good, but after a long time, it makes people feel a little boring.

In this way, after flying for about half an hour, finally, a small town can be seen in the distance.

After Wu Yan and Xiaomeng landed, they could see that the town was very prosperous.

The bustling and lively town is full of busy people. Judging from the clothes of these people, Wu Yan can know that he has come to the world with the background of ancient China.

It's just, what plane did I come to?Is it a brand new plane, or a plane that has been experienced before?

"Benefactor, hello...".

When Wu Yan and Xiaomeng were strolling around this ancient town, suddenly, a young monk who looked like seven or eight years old came to Wu Yan and bowed to Wu Yan with clasped hands.

"Little master, are you asking for alms?" Looking at the seven or eight-year-old monk in front of him, Wu Yan asked with a smile on his face.

"Yes, my Buddha is merciful, and I hope the donor can give generously," the little monk nodded and replied.

"It doesn't matter if you donate generously." Wu Yan smiled, turned his palm, and immediately a silver ingot appeared in Wu Yan's palm.

This ingot of silver weighs at least five taels, Wu Yan followed up and said: "Let me ask you a few questions, little master, if you can answer me well, this ingot of silver is yours."

"Amitabha, benefactor, I can't help you." However, looking at the silver ingot in Wu Yan's hand, although the little monk's eyes lit up, he waved his hands hastily when he heard the words, and said, "I just ask for a bite of food and drink for alms." I don’t need so much money, just give me a few pennies as you please.”

"Huh?" The little monk's words made Wu Yan slightly startled, and at the same time looked at him with some surprise.

Although he is young, this little monk's heart is amazing. At such a young age, he can actually resist the temptation of money.

"However, this ingot of silver is already the smallest piece of money I have on me. Apart from this, I only have gold on me...".

Wanting to tease this cute little monk, Wu Yan smiled, turned his palm over, and immediately took out another ingot of gold, and said to the little monk, "How about? Shall I give you this gold?".

"This, it's even worse. Forget it. Since the benefactor doesn't have any change, I'll find someone else to beg for alms. If you have any questions, this benefactor, just ask me." Looking at the gold, the little monk was even more Looking startled, he hurriedly waved his hands, and at the same time, said to Wu Yan.

He was going to answer Wu Yan's questions for free without charging any money.

"Oh? Little master, you are really a good person." Even gold and silver could not impress this little monk who begged for alms, Wu Yan sighed sincerely.

If someone praises Wu Yan as a good person, Wu Yan thinks it's like scolding. After all, in the last days, if someone says you are a good person, it really sounds like a curse.

However, the sigh in Wu Yan's mouth came from the bottom of his heart.

The young monk who is only seven or eight years old knows his own bottom line and principles, and knows what to do and what not to. For this little monk, Wu Yan really likes and appreciates him very much.

"Amitabha, thank you for your praise," the little monk whispered a Buddha's name, and said to Wu Yan.