Si Lei Zhenjun

Boom!Boom!

The heavy and slow footsteps echoed in the empty space between the vast buildings of the White Bone Palace, as if the entire earth was trembling.

A huge monster, shining with silver light all over its body and as huge as a mountain, was moving slowly forward with firm steps.

Every step it took caused the ground to shake violently, and at the same time emitted a dull and powerful echo, like bursts of thunder exploding in the air.

Around this huge statue, groups of monks dressed in various costumes gathered.

Some gathered in groups of two or three, some in groups of four or five, and they all surrounded the mysterious puppet, pointing and talking non-stop.

"What is this? Is it also a puppet?"

"It looks like it should be. I just don't know which young master in the sect owns it. It must be over ten feet tall, right? How much material must have been wasted?"

"But I have to say, this puppet looks really handsome and domineering."

"Yeah, I can't even imagine it. If I had a puppet like this, I'd be hard-pressed to count the number of beauties throwing themselves at me."

"You'd better stop dreaming! I'm telling you this just in case you don't know. This puppet was probably mixed with extremely precious Ruyi Gengjin when it was forged. With this size, the Ruyi Gengjin alone must have cost no less than two million spirit stones."

At this moment, the puppet's footsteps suddenly stopped. The people around were confused and flew to the front of the puppet one after another to watch curiously.

The next moment, everyone saw a two-meter-high silver door open at the chest of the puppet, and an old man in a long robe with neatly combed white hair slowly walked out of the door.

The smile was bright, but with a hint of vulgarity.

Following closely behind was a handsome young man wearing a fox fur coat.

He had a sullen look on his face, and his eyes were filled with resentment.

"Elder Qi!" Someone recognized the old man first and couldn't help but call out in a low voice.

"The man in the fox fur coat!" another person pointed at the young man and shouted.

"Evil star!" Someone else shouted out this name in horror.

"Acting Palace Master!" More exclamations rang out one after another.

With the appearance of these two people, the crowd who were originally just watching the fun suddenly exploded, and all kinds of surprises and discussions were heard.

Qi Wufeng held his head high and chest puffed out, smiling and waving his hands towards the people below:

"I'm sure you're all curious about what this puppet behind me is, right? I can tell you without exaggeration that it's a groundbreaking product of our Thousand Puppet Sect's puppetry!"

"For cultivators like us who rely on puppets to fight others, our biggest weakness is our own weak combat power. Once the puppets are unable to restrain the enemy, we may be in danger."

"And this puppet I refined perfectly solves this problem for you. It's large enough to hide inside and fight the enemy. If the enemy doesn't destroy the puppet, they won't be able to attack us."

"In addition, there is a portal on the puppet's chest that can be opened and closed freely. It can be used to attack the enemy by surprise."

"No matter how much I say, it would be better for you all to see it once. So, I will let my good disciple show you once again."

Hearing this, the onlookers whispered to each other, expressing their surprise.

"That's a good idea! Hiding in a puppet to fight is like putting on an indestructible shell. This way, the enemy won't be able to hurt us at all before breaking through the shell!"

Some people marveled.

"But if that's the case, wouldn't we be completely in the dark about what's going on outside?"

A young monk raised a question.

"Are you stupid? Who needs to use their eyes to see what's going on in battle? Don't they still have spiritual awareness? Hey, you're only at the Qi Refining Stage, so it's okay."

The older monk said with disdain.

But Chu Xing's eyes were wandering, and he was immersed in "Yu Yu" alone.

After all, no one would feel good if their first time as the "co-pilot" was snatched away by an old man.

Before going to get his mecha, Chu Xing was looking forward to taking Ling Yue for a ride.

The other person looked at him with stars in his eyes, calling him "good brother" and "handsome brother" one after another.

After getting the mecha.

It was Qi Wufeng with his wrinkled face who was looking at him, calling him "good disciple" and "good disciple" over and over again.

This huge psychological gap made Chu Xing feel "Yu Yu".

Seeing Chu Xing in a daze, Qi Wufeng patted his shoulder:

"Good disciple, show yourself!"

How do you show this? Just yell "Kabuda Super Transformation"?

Chu Xing curled his lips and threw the question to the person who asked it without thinking:

"Master, how can I demonstrate it alone? Punch the air?"

"Indeed, without comparison, the power of the 'Big Yellow Wind' cannot be fully demonstrated."

Qi Wufeng nodded suddenly, thought for a moment, glanced at the people below and said:

"Is anyone interested in sparring with my disciple? He is currently in the late Jindan stage. Anyone below the late Yuanying stage is welcome to come and test their skills."

Everyone looked at each other, and no one responded.

Qi Wufeng understood these people's concerns without much thought:

"Rest assured, everyone. I can guarantee that no matter how badly you injure him, my master and I will never trouble any of you afterwards. And whoever of you can defeat him will be rewarded with a puppet of the same realm."

"Elder, I'm coming!"

"I!"

There was an uproar in the field, and the cultivators in the middle and early Nascent Soul stages rushed forward one after another.

Among them were some victims of the Heifenglin case, all of whom were eager to fight and unwilling to give up the opportunity to beat up the man in the fox fur coat.

"I see you're the first one to arrive, so I'll leave you alone."

Qi Wufeng raised his hand and pointed at a burly, red-faced man whose cultivation was in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul.

"Thank you, elder!"

The red-faced man was overjoyed. He slapped the storage bag on his waist, and suddenly a tall, ferocious-looking man and an unknown monster puppet covered with black scales appeared beside him.

Chu Xing reluctantly walked into the "hatch" again.

Everyone retreated to a distance. After Qi Wufeng announced the start of the competition, he came above them and looked at them with a faint smile:

"Everyone! The competition has begun. One party is at the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, and there are two corpse puppets at the middle stage of the Nascent Soul."

"Although the other party's puppet is at the late Nascent Soul stage, its own strength is weak and it is simply unable to control the puppet to fight for a long time."

"Haha, I believe everyone must think that the red-faced man has a better chance of winning, right? But I want to tell you that you are completely wrong."

"Next, you will see the horror of 'human-puppet integration'. As long as my disciple hides inside the puppet, he will be completely invincible. That red-faced man will never be able to defeat him..."

Boom!!!

Before Qi Wufeng could finish his words, he was interrupted by a loud bang behind him. He turned around abruptly and looked at the two people fighting.

I saw that there was a big pit in the middle of the field. The good disciple was standing quietly beside the pit, while the red-faced man was lying in the pit, breathing out more than breathing in.