A Panda's Martial Arts

Rajput the Fire Thief, Rajput the Grave Digger, Rajput the Bloody Slayer, Rajput the Elephant Wrestler, Rajput the Chess Player, Rajput the Eternal Brahmin, Rajput the Mad King... …

The old man in the wheelchair used to have many names, even though those legends and stories have disappeared into history, but Qiandara still remembers it, and so do the entire Kshatriya war group.

Of course, now, this old man may have another title.

"Nice to see you again."

He was obviously a strong man more than two meters tall, but Qianduoluo's eyes were filled with tears like a child at this moment.

"Noble undead."

"Undead?"

As if hearing something interesting, the old man in the wheelchair was stunned.

Immediately afterwards, there was a big laugh.

"Undead, you actually called me undead... What, I didn't die in the cement, did you disappoint me? Did my presence interrupt your attempt to steal my property?"

"Don't dare, how is it possible."

Qianduoluo hurriedly bowed his head humbly.

"The Kshatriya battle group was created by you alone, and we will always be your sharp edge."

"Is that so..."

Glancing at Qianduoluo's fragile neck exposed when he lowered his head, the old man in the wheelchair laughed a few times, his voice harsh like a night owl.

"Relax, relax, child, I'm not here to kill you, I just came to see you..."

While speaking, that dry hand touched Qianduoluo's hair again.

"After all, you may be the one among us who is closest to the elixir."

"Varied……"

Qianduoluo was dumbfounded.

He only remembered that he was struck by lightning and almost died, but since when did he come into contact with something like the elixir?

Fortunately, Charlemagne on the side gave him the answer.

"If it wasn't for the elixir that rubbed all over your body, do you think you would have survived?"

Looking at Qianduoluo who was kneeling on the ground, especially the other's blackened hair, even though Charlemagne was always calm, he couldn't help showing a hint of envy at this time.

"If you were able to open your mouth at that time, even if you could let a drop of the elixir enter, you would have achieved your desired goal now... It's a pity that you are only a little short."

Sighing, Charlemagne turned his attention to the old man in the wheelchair.

"So, master, everything is in front of us, are we really not going to get the elixir back? It's just a..."

"Just a beast?"

The old man in the wheelchair sneered.

"If you want to die, then go, and I will prepare a successor to take your place."

"This……"

Charlemagne choked on the spot, and his original cold expression unconsciously softened.

"Master, no, I'm not just asking... Besides, there's no need to confront directly, we can steal it, can't we steal it?"

"Stealing things from top grandmasters? Just you?"

The old man in the wheelchair shook his head repeatedly.

"Don't be stupid, this kind of thing is impossible... I know that bastard too well. He dared to reveal the elixir. I'm afraid he wants you to steal it."

"Teacher, you mean...fishing?"

Charlemagne's face darkened instantly.

For a smart person like him, many words only need an introduction to understand the meaning——

Just like now, the old man in the wheelchair just mentioned a possibility, and Charlemagne immediately thought of the consequences that would happen later.

If he really cheated and snatched it because of a momentary greed, with the powerful combat power of the panda as a powerful person, he might not break the shelter on the spot and turn him into a corpse, but all of this is the result of his teacher. Notoriously, that bastard could completely support a trusted newcomer to completely take over the shelter after killing him.

For example, the bald young man in the Brahman monastery got very close to that beast, didn't he?

As for saying that pandas are not interested in the shelter, there is no need to say such lies.

If the panda really had no desire for the refuge, it would be impossible to take six mammoths to occupy the next mountain, and even answer questions for the people in the refuge...

If you want to take it first, you must give it first. Even he understands this simple truth, and the panda obviously understands this, so he made such a friendly gesture to the residents of the refuge.

You must know that it was a group of Vaisyas and even Sudras. It was too deliberate for the panda to even get close to these inferior people. The greedy desire for the refuge was almost written on the surface.

The scheming of this beast is so...

"Pause……"

Just when Charlemagne was about to continue thinking, the old man in the wheelchair suddenly stopped.

"Don't get caught up in that beast's mind! Have you forgotten what I taught you before!"

"hiss……"

Charlemagne, who came back to his senses, took a breath.

Something is wrong, something is too wrong, you must know that he has always been known for his stability, even in the face of the alien coalition forces, he can keep his face unchanged, but today he just heard a few words about the panda, and he started to think about it ...What kind of evil is this?

"Do you feel it? This is where the beast is so powerful."

The face of the old man in the wheelchair also sank.

"Mystery, or in other words, elusiveness, even just hearing a little bit of news will start to make people think wildly, that beast has such an ability...

You messed up before the battle started, and you lost half before the battle. How can you have a chance of winning when you face that beast like this? "

"This……"

Charlemagne was speechless.

Indeed, he had to admit that it was absolutely impossible for him to be hostile to that panda just looking at the ugly look he had just been frightened by himself.

"Then what should we do, can't we just watch the elixir in front of our eyes and be unable to take it?"

"Stupid! That's not our thing! Why do you want to take it!"

The old man in the wheelchair gave Charlemagne a hard look, his face full of anger.

"Of course we continue to refine our own elixir! This is our thing!"

"But, master, those alien races..."

Speaking of refining the elixir, Charlemagne felt dizzy.

The original plan was actually perfect. They first sent the dead to pretend to sell the location of the monastery, thus getting rid of the Brahmin monasteries that had fought against Rajput, and then sent the dead to sell the position of the war group. The hands of the aliens cleaned up the disobedient Kshatriya battle group, and at the end of everything, when the aliens who broke into the refuge thought they were victorious, they could also launch the refining formation hidden in the refuge. , directly refining all these alien races into elixir...

Killing three birds with one stone, killing three birds with one stone, this plan is flawless and fully demonstrates Rajput's peak manipulative ability, and they are even on the verge of success.

Then a paper airplane was thrown in, and a mine exploded with a click, and everything was over.

The elixir of immortality was gone, and all the alien races that were used to refine medicine were cooked. The animal meat was divided and used as food reserves for the shelter, and the bones of those powerful men were also used by the monastery as materials for making new weapons. It's true that the shelter is a good harvest-but the problem is, what are these useless things they want?

Of course, the panda that caused all of this did take out the elixir in the end, but they could only watch and couldn't find a chance to do it.

Hateful, the more you think about it, the more hateful that beast becomes.

"So we can't have another alien siege, right?"

Charlemagne's face looked ugly.

"This kind of thing is okay once, even if it is found that it has been arranged in advance, it can only be said to be strategic, but if it comes a second time... I even doubt that those alien races can't even get through the mountains outside."

It’s really hard to get through. The entire mountain next to the refuge is now the territory of pandas and mammoths. Six small mammoths race around the mountain every day. In seven days, eight of them have been trampled to death. tiger.

The alien races have a strong sense of territory. After knowing that a mountain is occupied by other alien races, unless there is a blood feud between the two sides, these alien races will often not go to war head-on.

Those alien races have their own order, or in other words, some kind of unspoken rules.

"But now, the blood feud is over, isn't it?"

The old man in the wheelchair suddenly showed a strange smile.

"Our old friend is so enthusiastic, how can we let him idle? We should help him find something to do."

"Yeah, we should help him find something to do."

Charlemagne also laughed.

"Master, you are right, I will do it now."

"Okay, I'm still at ease when you do things."

The old man in the wheelchair nodded, but his withered and old hands continued to stroke the Qiandara's hair.

During the whole conversation, Qiandara kept lying on the ground like this, kneeling beside him like a dog.

"child……"

The old man just groped Qianduoluo's head, regardless of the fact that the other party was almost 60 years old.

"I let you kneel until now, are you dissatisfied?"

"Don't dare! Don't dare!"

Qianduoluo quickly buried his head deeper.

"My life was given by you, and I am here today because of your praise! Don't just kneel for a while, even if I kneel for a day or a year, I am willing!"

"Good boy..."

The old man in the wheelchair reached out and grabbed Qianduoluo's head.

"You don't need to kneel for a year, I just ask you to help do something."

"You say……"

Qianduoluo was a little afraid to look into the eyes of the old man. The haggard old man in front of him looked like a demon who could penetrate people's hearts.

And now, the devil spoke.

"Aren't you interested in science now? This status is very good."