The game starts with escaping from the famine and flipping the table

As thick as Mount Nanyue and as thin as a needle, its length changes as my heart desires. A slight movement brings forth colorful clouds, and it soars brightly like lightning. The cold air is chilling, and streaks of murderous fog appear in the sky. I will take the dragon and tiger with me, and travel to all corners of the world.

Su Xiaoya and Yu Shuheng watched Wuzhiqi rush out of the Crystal Palace without saying a word, took out an iron rod and hit Zhu Yan on the head with it.

Zhu Yan was not afraid of fighting either. He also took out an iron rod and raised his hand to block Wuzhiqi's iron rod.

It is worth mentioning that the weapon used by Wuzhiqi is a powerful iron stick.

This stick is similar to the Ruyi Jingu Bang in Sun Wukong's hand, and also has the magical ability to change length or shorten, or become larger or smaller at will.

In the battle mentioned by Zhu Yan, countless divine generals under Dayu died tragically under this iron rod, which shows how powerful its lethality is.

However, Su Xiaoya and Yu Shuheng were stunned by the fact that Zhu Yan's stick could also change.

However, this does not prevent you from watching the two monkeys fight.

"The golden monkey raised his thousand-pound stick, and the sky cleared of dust. I finally understood that it's not just the Great Sage who is powerful. I guess all the famous demons in ancient times had the 'Ruyi Golden Cudgel'."

"That should be the case. As far as I know, the weapons of the four monkeys are: the spiritual stone monkey Monkey King uses the Ruyi Jingu Bang, the six-eared macaque uses the Sui Xin Tie Gang Bing, the long-armed ape uses the Optimus Prime, and the red-butted horse monkey Wuzhiqi uses the Xihai Iron Rod."

Su Xiaoya was indeed curious. It was the first time she knew that the weapons of these monkey brothers were sticks that could change as they wished.

Seeing that Su Xiaoya was genuinely curious, Yu Shuheng explained to her the little bit he knew.

Therefore, never underestimate boys' obsession with weapons. Whether it is hot weapons, cold weapons, or even magic weapons, they are all equally important to military enthusiasts.

Then, Su Xiaoya's eyes were opened and she received a scientific education.

The Ruyi Jingu Bang in the hands of the psychic stone monkey Monkey King was made of natural magic iron by Taishang Laojun. After it came out of the furnace, the five big characters "Ruyi Jingu Bang" were engraved on the body of the stick. It weighs 13,500 kilograms and can change at will.

The origin of the Six-Eared Macaque's Iron Soldier is mysterious. According to legend, this weapon was a piece of divine iron that was bred between heaven and earth when the chaos first began. Later, it was obtained by a powerful person and forged into this Iron Soldier after thousands of hammers and forgings.

The Optimus Prime of the Gibbon Monkey is said to be made of materials taken from the ancient sacred mountain pillars, which contain endless power. This Optimus Prime is indestructible, can be large or small, and has infinite changes.

The Red-butted Monkey Wuzhiqi's West Sea Iron Rod was made from thousand-year-old iron from the bottom of the West Sea. After being carefully refined by the Dragon King of the West Sea, this iron was finally made into this incredibly powerful West Sea Iron Rod.

Su Xiaoya and Yu Shuheng chatted while watching the fight between Wuzhiqi and Zhu Yan.

You can't always see masters fighting each other.

When Wuzhiqi and Zhuyan started fighting, Su Xiaoya put away the hidden array. Of course, the chairs and fruits had to be put away as well. The two watched the fight between Wuzhiqi and Zhuyan seriously.

One after another, Chang You, the three-eyed monkey, Yuwen Zhangyu, Bai Yiyi, Ji Meng and Xuan Ming also woke up and came out to watch the battle.

It can be seen that a remnant soul is still a remnant soul after all, and even its alcohol tolerance is weaker.

Outside the Crystal Palace, the battle was extremely fierce, and the sky and the earth lost their color, and the mountains and rivers were moved. Inside the Crystal Palace, everyone held their breath and stared at the battlefield without blinking, for fear of missing any exciting moments.

Wuzhi Qi stood firmly in place at this time, his big eyes like copper bells staring at the front, his hands tightly grasping the iron rod from the West Sea like iron clamps. The iron rod was completely black, and it flashed with a bone-chilling cold light, which was daunting.

The iron rod in Wuzhiqi's hand seemed to have its own soul. It danced freely and flexibly, like a ferocious dragon tumbling and soaring in the air.

As Wuzhiqi's body turned and his arms swung, the shadows of the sticks overlapped and intertwined with each other, forming an impenetrable stick net that was so dazzling that it was impossible to capture the trajectory of its movement.

Not far away from Wuzhiqi, Zhu Yan also stood majestically. In his hand, he held a thousand-year-old black iron stick that exuded an ancient atmosphere. This stick was thicker and heavier than ordinary weapons, but in Zhu Yan's hand, it seemed extremely light. Zhu Yan's stick skills were open and closed, and every swing was powerful and mighty.

Just when Zhu Yan was about to move, Wuzhiqi seized the opportunity and swung the ten thousand year old black iron stick with force. The stick drew a thrilling arc in the air, and at the same time made a piercing and sharp whistling sound, just like the roar of a tiger coming down the mountain with its bloody mouth wide open, deafening.

Wherever the tip of the stick passed, faint cracks appeared in the void, as if it would be completely torn apart at any time. This shows how terrifying the power contained in this stick is!

Zhu Yan suddenly stepped on the ground, and with the force, he leaped high up, rushing into the air like a flash of lightning. In the air, he rolled swiftly, and the long stick in his hand swept back with a sharp sound of wind, like a roaring dragon rushing straight at the target.

Wuzhiqi, who was fighting against Zhu Yan, was not to be outdone. He was agile, holding the stick tightly in both hands, and swept, chopped vertically, or slashed diagonally. Each move contained infinite power. For a moment, the shadows of the sticks intertwined, and the energy overflowed. The two fought hard.

Su Xiaoya, who was watching the fight on the side, had heard of Wuzhiqi's stick skills. As far as she knew, Wuzhiqi's stick skills had always been famous for being fierce and powerful.

According to many legends and stories, every time Wuzhiqi wields the heavy stick, it unleashes amazing power.

The force seemed to be able to shake the heavens and the earth, and it fully demonstrated the unparalleled might of his stick technique. This fierce characteristic made Wuzhiqi's stick technique extremely destructive when launching an attack. Any enemy facing such a fierce attack would probably be defeated in an instant.

However, it was not until she witnessed this fierce battle in person that Su Xiaoya was surprised to find that Wuzhiqi's stick skills were not just fierce. In fact, his stick skills were more flexible and unrestrained, and did not follow fixed routines or patterns at all.

In battle, Wuzhiqi can skillfully and freely use his stick techniques to attack or defend according to the ever-changing battle situation and the unique style of his opponents.

Whether it is close combat or long-distance surprise attack, Wuzhiqi can rely on his superb stick skills to easily deal with all kinds of difficult challenges and always firmly control the initiative on the battlefield.

Zhu Yan gradually showed signs of fatigue in the fierce battle with Wuzhiqi, and his offensive began to slow down. However, Wuzhiqi, as if assisted by God, had successfully dispersed the thick black fog that was wrapped around his body, and regained his powerful fighting power!

Zhu Yan was secretly shocked, and he began to retreat. His moves became weaker and weaker, and his decline was obvious. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Zhu Yan's defeat was only a matter of time.

At this moment, Zhu Yan was careless, and the ten thousand year old black iron stick in his hand was skillfully picked up and flew away by Wuzhiqi. In an instant, Zhu Yan's anger was completely ignited, and the ferocity hidden in his body erupted like a volcano!

Zhu Yan's body suddenly swelled to more than 30 feet, his white hair fluttering in the wind, and his blood-red giant palms slammed the ground fiercely. With each of his heavy blows, the ground trembled, and countless rubbles of different sizes rose up, like dense raindrops, covering the sky and shooting towards Wuzhiqi.

If they were on solid land, facing such a large-scale and fierce attack of gravel, even a nimble person would not be able to escape unscathed. However, it was regrettable that they were at the bottom of the river, where there was much more sand than gravel. Therefore, Zhu Yan's seemingly powerful attack was actually much less powerful.

On the other hand, Wuzhiqi remained calm in the face of danger, swinging the iron stick in his hand vigorously, and the shadows of the sticks intertwined to form an indestructible defense line, blocking all the sand and stones that were shot at him. Not only that, he also counterattacked a small part of the sand and stones with his clever strength, and they went straight to Zhu Yan.

Zhu Yanzong opened his eyes wide, watching helplessly as the sand and stones he had thrown out with all his might disappeared like a drop in the ocean. Not only did they fail to cause any harm to Wuzhiqi, but he was instead cleverly counterattacked by him.

This scene made Zhu Yan so angry that he was fuming. His already hideous face turned red in an instant, like a piece of burning iron, hot and terrifying.

Zhu Yan leaped and dodged the sand and rocks, while opening his mouth and roaring loudly. As the roar sounded, the entire riverbed seemed to tremble.

It turned out that this was Zhu Yan's innate magical power - Heaven-shaking Roar! This magical power was extremely powerful and was a means of attack over a large area.

As the roar spread, a jaw-dropping scene appeared: countless sharp sand and stone thorns appeared densely on the ground, like a sharp sand and stone forest, emitting a cold light.

Unfortunately, the hardness of petrified sand is not comparable to the hardness of hardened rock, and it is at least weakened by 30%.

Faced with this sudden attack, Wuzhiqi did not panic. He flashed and leaped into the air like a nimble monkey.

Then, Wuzhiqi held the extremely heavy iron rod tightly with both hands, raised it high, and then swung it violently with the force of a mountain, and smashed it directly towards Zhu Yan with a move of "Splitting Huashan Mountain with Force". The force of the rod was so powerful that it brought up gusts of whistling sound.

Seeing this scene, Zhu Yan couldn't help but feel a strong sense of crisis. Its huge and strong body trembled slightly, and it instinctively began to break the surrounding stone forest frantically. Every stone pillar was easily broken by it, making a crisp cracking sound.

Then, Zhu Yan swung his strong and powerful arms violently, and threw the broken stones towards Wuzhiqi in mid-air like cannonballs. For a moment, stones rained down in torrents, with terrifying momentum.

However, what was unexpected was that these seemingly powerful stones were so vulnerable when they collided with the heavy iron rod in Wuzhiqi's hand. With just a slight bump, the stones instantly exploded and turned into countless tiny fragments, flying in the air like fireworks.

To Wuzhiqi, these fragments were like insignificant dust and could not stop his extremely fierce attack at all.

If it was the huge rocks on land, the situation might be different. If they could just lift the entire mountain and throw it at Wuzhiqi, it might cause him some obstacles and trouble.

It’s a pity that Zhu Yan is now at the bottom of the river, where there are no hard stones for him to cast spells and increase his attack power.

I can only say that Zhu Yan gave up his advantage on land and rushed to the bottom of the river alone to challenge the water god Wuzhiqi. Was he overconfident? Or stupid? Or stupid!

Sure enough, Su Xiaoya was not the only one who had this idea. Bai Yiyi asked directly:

"That Zhu Yan actually abandoned the unique advantage he had on land and brazenly rushed into the riverbed alone, openly provoking the water god Wuzhiqi?"

"Hmph! You're just trying to take advantage of an opportunity." Chang You was angry and full of resentment towards Zhu Yan.

"If I don't beat him flat this time, he's really cruel." The three-eyed monkey was also snorting. From the looks of it, it seemed that he couldn't wait to go up and give Zhu Yan a good beating.

Wuzhiqi would certainly not let go of Zhu Yan who had offended him easily. He was seen brandishing the extremely heavy iron rod in his hand, with steady and sharp steps, approaching Zhu Yan one step at a time, leaving the other party no chance to breathe or counterattack.

Zhu Yan just woke up from his dream and realized that he had made a foolish mistake. So, he made a prompt decision and used his unique skill again without hesitation - Heaven Shaking Roar.

Accompanied by an earth-shaking roar, the surrounding stone forest was instantly shattered, and countless pieces of stone rushed towards Wuzhiqi like meteors.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Wuzhiqi hurriedly swung the iron stick like a windmill again. The shadows of the stick were heavy and dense, and he tried his best to resist this fierce attack from Zhu Yan.

However, Zhu Yan knew that it was difficult to win this time, so he did not hesitate any longer. He used all his strength and mobilized the powerful force in his body that originated from the ancient times. He flashed and fled into the distance like a flash of lightning...

In the blink of an eye, Zhu Yan disappeared without a trace.

Su Xiaoya, who was watching the fight from the side, was simply dumbfounded and couldn't help but exclaim: "Isn't this escape speed a bit too fast? He doesn't even have any psychological burden at all! After all, he is a fierce monkey who is well-known and feared by everyone. How could he give in so easily? He simply doesn't care about his idol burden at all."

It really is true that the old saying goes: the joys and sorrows of each person are always different. What's more, races that are different from species.