Yang Wu's face turned completely dark.
He was a prisoner, but he was actually asked to buy a place by himself. Didn't the other party buy it for him
Before Yang Wu could reply, Monk Buzhou began to recite the incantation again.
Yang Wu rolled to the ground in pain again, looking really embarrassed.
The creatures around him didn't take it too seriously when they saw it. For them, such a thing was not surprising.
How many powerful creatures in the God Realm have a bunch of slaves, and these slaves can be killed at any time. They have no status at all, just like living puppets.
Yang Wu is obviously a living puppet in the hands of others.
After Monk Buzhou stopped chanting the mantra, he asked, "Do you have money to buy a quota?"
What else could Yang Wu say, and he quickly responded: "Yes, yes."
He swore in his heart that when he got out of trouble, Monk Buzhou would be his puppet.
Yang Wu obediently lined up to buy a spot.
One hundred thousand high-grade divine stones, this is a huge amount of money, even if he is a divine medicine master, it is not a small amount to spend.
Most of the divine veins in his universe are low-grade divine veins, and there are not many medium-grade divine veins. The upper-grade divine veins were obtained from the Ten Thousand Temples, which is enough to pay for the 100,000 high-grade divine stones.
"You look good, but it's a pity that you have become someone else's slave." A beautiful saint looked at Yang Wu and sighed.
Another person echoed: "Maybe it's just a guy who is worthless."
Others were also pointing at him, some were sarcastic, some were sneering, some were pity... which made him feel really uncomfortable.
He enjoyed god-like treatment in the supernatural world, but became a slave in the divine world. It was like falling from heaven to hell. It made him realize that the divine world was not a pure land, but might be a place of purgatory.
"The road to the God Realm begins here." Yang Wu kept his confidence and secretly shouted in his heart.
He had just arrived in the God Realm, and it was not a bad thing to encounter some trials. The bad thing was that it would destroy his martial arts heart.
As long as he is given some breathing space, he can break the curse, regain his confidence, and begin his rise.
Yang Wu was queuing up along with the long queue, but suddenly several people forcibly cut in line in front of him.
These people were all young people, with arrogance on their faces. They didn't take Yang Wu seriously at all. Would a prisoner still dare to act arrogantly in front of them
Yang Wu raised his eyebrows and scolded the people in front of him: "You guys jumped in line."
Those people turned around and glared at Yang Wu, ignoring him and not taking his words to heart at all.
Yang Wu said in a deep voice again: "Go back to the back, otherwise don't blame me for being rude to you."
At this time, the people in front couldn't help it anymore. One of them, a thin young man in purple, pointed at Yang Wu's nose and cursed: "Who do you think you are? You still dare to point fingers in front of us? Do you want to die?"
"I don't want to die because you jumped in line." Yang Wu declared again.
"So what, do you still dare to hit me? You little slave, get out of here." The thin young man in purple cursed.
The next moment, Yang Wu took action like lightning.
I was already very angry in my heart, but the other party pointed at him and spat at him. I couldn't bear it anymore.
Yang Wukou grabbed his opponent's wrist and twisted it hard. There was a "click" and the man's wrist was broken.
The young man in purple had an amazing physique, and his hand was actually wrenched off by someone else. He made a muffled sound, and punched Yang Wu in the face with his other hand.
"Die the dog slave!"
The young man in purple came from a big force. Although he could not compare with giant-level forces, his background was not small. Now that one of his wrists was broken in public, how could he bear it
Yang Wu didn't wait for him to hit his face, raised his foot and kicked the opponent between his feet.
The power of his kick was so overbearing that the young man in purple didn't even react before he was kicked.
"Ouch!" The young man in purple screamed, covering his lower body with one hand and jumping up and down.
"Get lost!" Yang Wu shouted and threw the young man in purple away.
The young man in purple is a high-level saint, but in front of Yang Wu, he is as worthless as a chicken or a dog.
"You are so brave. If you dare to hit my junior brother, you are dead." A pretty woman in front shouted, raised her palm and smacked Yang Wu in front of him. The flashing holy light contained a very powerful meaning. Powerful.
However, before she could hit Yang Wu's face, Yang Wu had already slapped her on the face.
Bang bang!
In the blink of an eye, the woman was slapped dozens of times by Yang Wu, even her front teeth were knocked out, and her entire face was completely deformed.
"It's okay to jump in line, get out of here!" Yang Wu shouted, kicked the woman away, and shot at the three people in front of her at the same time.
Yang Wu was so powerful that as soon as the three people in front of them drew their weapons, they were beaten to the point of crying for their fathers and mothers.
The surrounding creatures all looked at Yang Wu's position with expressions of surprise. No one would have thought that a mere living puppet would dare to hit someone. Could it be that the other party's owner has a great background
Monk Buzhou stayed behind and didn't dare to follow, but he also noticed that Yang Wu was making trouble.
I wanted to recite a curse to teach Yang Wu a lesson, but I couldn't afford to delay Yang Wu's time to buy a quota, so I had to endure it.
"Boy, don't play tricks, or I will make you suffer for seven days and seven nights." Monk Buzhou sent a message to Yang Wu.
Yang Wu responded: "I didn't take the initiative to cause trouble. It was them who jumped in line. The quota is limited. If they didn't buy a quota because they jumped in line, how can I explain to you?"
Monk Buzhou was speechless.
Fortunately, the young men who were beaten didn't seem to be doing well, and the forces behind them were probably not too scary, so he didn't worry about it for the time being.
After those young men were beaten, they left in disgrace, but before they left, they were extremely resentful, and they would not make it easy for Yang Wu.
Yang Wuquan pretended not to see it. This was the effect he wanted.
Only by moving reinforcements can he give Monk Buzhou a headache.
Others did not dare to underestimate Yang Wu anymore, instead of silently queuing up to buy a spot.
Shenqianlaishenxing has no quota at all. It has always been said that it is only the last 1,000 places, but today they sold 10,000 places and did not stop.
Yang Wu spent 100,000 high-grade sacred stones to buy a quota. This quota only recognized the number of the jade stone, not the person.
Yang Wu looked at the second-grade jade in his hand and saw the number "ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine". What an interesting number.
"It's really a scam to sell such a low-quality jade stone for 100,000 high-grade sacred stones!" Yang Wu thought to himself.
Yang Wu returned to Monk Buzhou and obediently handed the jade number to Monk Buzhou.
Monk Buzhou took the hand, weighed it and smiled and said: "The number is good, which means you can definitely get the True God inheritance for me. Work hard. When you come out, I will definitely reward you." After a pause, he continued. Said: "Just don't cause too much trouble for me, otherwise I won't be able to spare you."
"Don't worry, I'm already under your control, how can I cause any trouble? If someone hadn't bullied you, I really wouldn't be able to fight back or scold you.
"I was bullied? Where do you start talking about this?"
"As the saying goes, when a dog is beaten, it depends on its master. If they beat me, they are just bullying you."
"Haha, that's a good description." Monk Buzhou said with satisfaction.
"Dharma protector, it's that bastard who beat us." Suddenly, a voice sounded from not far away.
I saw that several young people who had just been taken care of by Yang Wu came back again, and they also brought two guardian elders with them.
When Yang Wu saw them coming back, a faint smile appeared on his face, but he quickly stopped it.
He couldn't deal with Buzhou Monk, but what if someone else dealt with him
Even if you can't kill Buzhou Monk, it's still a good thing to give him a little trouble.
The two elders brought by the other party were surprisingly at the god level and had very strong blood. They locked eyes on Yang Wu and at the same time looked at the Buzhou monk next to Yang Wu. Their eyes shrank slightly, as if they had lost a hint of fear. .
One of them asked: "But Master Buzhou?"
Monk Buzhou glanced sideways at the other party and laughed and said: "Since you know Lao Na, why don't you get out of here and let Lao Na send you away?"
Yang Wu thought to himself: "Is this monk so famous that even these people are afraid of him?"
"Master Buzhou, your slave beat a member of our Taiqing Sect, please hand him over to us." Another person said, neither humble nor overbearing.
They recognized Monk Buzhou as a great god-level figure who could fight beyond his level, but Taiqing Sect was not afraid of Monk Buzhou. The only thing they were afraid of was that their own strength was not as good as Monk Buzhou.
"Taiqing Sect, I would be a little afraid if your sect leader came in person. Now you can get as far away as you can." Monk Buzhou responded domineeringly.
The Taiqing Sect is a first-rate power in Luozhou, a little worse than Yanbei, but it is also a sect with top-notch divine realm powerhouses, and it is not something that ordinary people can provoke.
It was precisely because of this that they bullied Yang Wu, not knowing that Yang Wu was so much stronger than them that they humiliated themselves.
"Master Buzhou, do you really want to be an enemy of our Taiqing Sect?" the Taiqing Sect's protector said again in a deep voice.
"There's so much nonsense. Do you really think I don't dare to hit you?" Monk Buzhou was obviously a little angry, and his Buddha energy was surging.
The two guardians of the Taiqing Sect retreated with a few disciples, unable to turn against Monk Buzhou.
"Okay, we will report this matter to the sect truthfully, so you can take care of yourself." The Taiqing Sect protector left harsh words and led the people to retreat.
Monk Buzhou squinted his eyes and looked at Yang Wudao: "Are you disappointed?"
Without waiting for Yang Wu to answer, he recited the incantation again.
ah!
Yang Wu rolled on the spot and screamed again.
However, this time, Yang Wu no longer endured these pains. The soul bell shrouded his fighting spirit and he did not suffer any damage. He was just pretending.
"Take these golden needles to hone my fighting spirit." Yang Wu shouted secretly, and the fighting spirit fought back at those golden needles under the protection of the soul bell.
Bang bang!
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