Simulation of all things: Copper skin and iron bones at the beginning

The King of Yellow Robes created a pair of eyes out of thin air...

Seeing this scene, Wei An couldn't help but feel a little shocked.

In the ancient world, the abilities of immortals, Buddhas, gods and demons are beyond imagination.

In other words, the immortals, Buddhas, gods and demons in this world are undoubtedly more in line with Wei An's imagination of them.

Suddenly, Wei An turned his head and looked to the other side.

Behind the high ground where the firelight did not shine, in the dark woods, black shadows were creeping closer, and then spread out to form a surrounding.

Under the transparent world, Wei An could clearly see that those people were all dressed in green clothes and holding bright swords. Everyone's face was filled with murderous intent.

"People from the Musang Cult..."

Wei Anxin was distracted and immediately looked at the yellow-robed king standing on top of the bonfire.

However, He did not change at all, as if He did not realize that His followers were surrounded.

The next moment, the cry of killing suddenly sounded!

The people of Musang God Cult held knives and fought towards the top of the mountain. There were more than 300 people in total.

Hurala!

The followers of the Yellow Robe God quickly stood up.

"Hahaha, good time!"

The middle-aged man with burning eyes looked crazy, without any fear. He drew his sword out of its sheath, and a blazing flame suddenly appeared on the sword, shouting: "Don't be afraid, everyone! The great King in Yellow Robe will protect us!" "

A group of yellow-robed and masked men followed, unsheathing their swords and muttering something.

"We are the eternal yellow flame, burn!"

"We are an endless sea of ​​yellow sand, let the wind blow!"

……

Along with the chants, a strong wind blew, dust filled the air, and the flames on the bonfire burned rapidly. All the firewood burned to the end almost in one breath, and the fire spread.

The fire spread in all directions, swallowing up a group of yellow-robed masked men.

The entire top of the mountain quickly turned into a sea of ​​flames.

What's strange is that the masked men in yellow robes were bathed in the fire, their whole bodies covered with flames, but they didn't scream, didn't panic, and even their clothes showed no signs of damage.

As the fire swept across, the followers of the Musang Cult who had rushed forward with great momentum had to stop, and their offensive was interrupted.

"kill!"

A group of yellow-robed masked men rushed out of the sea of ​​fire and turned into torch men.

There was a hand-to-hand encounter and fighting broke out!

"Mu Sang cuts with one strike!"

A strong man in green swung his sword and slashed at a man in a yellow robe and mask.

Wei An narrowed his eyes slightly, and it was obvious that the strong man in green was at the sixth level of the Yuantai Realm, and he had fully demonstrated the power of "Mu Sang's sword slash".

And his opponent, the man in the yellow robe and mask, was just a fifth-level player.

when!

That knife hit the chest of the yellow-robed masked man firmly, and the result was a sharp sound of metal hitting each other.

"Haha, you can't hurt me!"

The man in the yellow robe mask was wrapped in flames and was still alive and kicking. Not only did he not have any injuries on his body, even the clothes on his chest were intact.

The flame seemed to have turned into armor, playing an extraordinary protective role.

Immediately afterwards, he took advantage of the situation to fight back with his sword, lifting it up.

puff!

Blood splattered.

The strong man in green clothes couldn't dodge, and a bloody mark was drawn on his shoulder.

Fortunately, they were outnumbered, and two companions came together to block the yellow-robed masked man.

The three people took action together and slashed at the yellow-robed masked man with their knives.

The man in the yellow robe mask was overwhelmed and was stabbed one after another before he fell down. The moment his body fell to the ground, a large amount of smoke emitted, and finally turned into gray-white ash, which dissipated in the wind.

Wei An counted carefully and found that the man in the yellow robe mask had been stabbed fifty-seven times in total.

The three people here worked together to get the first blood with difficulty, and were panting from exhaustion, but the others were not so lucky. The battle was very fierce. The believers of Musang God Sect faced the yellow-robed masked man with flame protection, and they were beaten hard. It was extremely laborious and resulted in heavy casualties.

Within a short time, more than half of the yellow-robed masked men were dead or wounded, but half of the Musang Divine Cult were also dead or wounded, which was equivalent to one for three.

At this time, the fire had spread everywhere, forming a large mountain fire, burning the tree Wei An was stepping on, and thick smoke was rising upwards.

"time to go."

Wei An did not continue to watch the battle. He swayed and glided down the mountain. After landing, he quickly left and returned to the woods outside Qingye City. He left another sunspot before teleporting away.

After a while...

Wei An took a few deep breaths, wiped away a little nosebleed, and smiled.

"Well, it feels pretty good..."

As he traveled between the two realms for three consecutive days, [Survival of the Fittest] became more and more effective, and Wei An's body's tolerance improved significantly.

The next morning, the sky cleared after the rain.

Early in the morning, an old friend suddenly came to see Wei An.

"Oh, my godson is here..."

Wei An smiled softly. He did not intend to embarrass Pantianzong too much, so he did not take the initiative to contact them. However, it was impossible for Pantianzong to turn a blind eye to him and pretending to be stupid would definitely not work.

Previously, in order to obtain the complete copy of "Eagle Wing Kung Fu", Wei An adopted Jin Xiaobao as his adopted son, thus forming a causal relationship.

But to be honest, he had helped Jin Xiaobao obtain the complete copy of "Eagle Wing Kung Fu", and he did not owe him any favors. Instead, he was kind to him.

Not long after, Jin Xiaobao walked into the attic. When he saw Wei An, he smiled shyly, knelt down and kowtowed: "Xiaobao, please meet your godfather."

"Get up."

Wei An smiled softly and looked at Jin Xiaobao. He had not seen him for more than a year. He had grown taller and his body had become much stronger. He nodded with satisfaction and said, "Xiaobao, have you practiced well?"

Jin Xiaobao continued: "To tell you my godfather, Xiaobao has kept your teachings in mind and has been practicing diligently without daring to slack off in the slightest."

Wei An hummed and said calmly: "Well done! Practice martial arts diligently and strive to become a strong man as soon as possible, so that you can control your own destiny and become a man who stands upright."

"Yes, godfather!"

Jin Xiaobao listened carefully, looking like he was being taught with an open mind, and his eyes shone with indescribable admiration.

Although he is still young, he already knows some things about the world.

From other people's conversations, he gradually realized that his godfather was an extremely powerful man who had conquered the world and was invincible. Everyone respected him and everyone followed him.

Jin Xiaobao's soul was greatly shocked, and he naturally admired Wei An highly!

Thinking of this, Jin Xiaobao pursed his lips and said, "Godfather, I miss you. When will you return to Pantian Sect?"

Wei An was noncommittal and just said: "I still have very important things to do. Let's talk about it when we have the chance."

Jin Xiaobao continued: "If you don't go back, then I won't go back either. I will stay with you from now on."

Wei An shook his head and said with a smile: "Don't make trouble, you are still young and need a stable environment to practice martial arts. Staying in the Pantian Sect honestly will do no harm to you, do you understand?"