Man in the heavens, wins by lying down to prove the truth

Chapter 8 In the perfect world, you call me young, I won't argue with you
In the suburbs, in an abandoned factory.

"Sister Baoer, please save me, Sister Baoer!"

A young man tied up with ropes was lying on the ground, crying loudly, as if he had been defiled.

Standing next to the young man were a charming woman with long pink hair and a boy who looked like a student and wore glasses.

Beside these two people, there is a problematic girl with orange-red hair and twin ponytails, and there are two zombies standing behind her.

Opposite this group of people, a young man in a suit pushed up his glasses and said, "Quan Xing's newcomer Lu Liang and the bone scraper Xia He are going to be in trouble this time, baby."

"It's nothing. I'll kill them." The sloppy girl called Baby had a cold light flash on her right palm, and a butcher knife appeared directly.

Seeing the slovenly girl, the orange-haired girl with twin ponytails snorted coldly: "Crazy woman, it was you who disturbed me in the cemetery last time!"

As she spoke, the ground beside the twin-tailed girl rumbled, and then a huge sarcophagus emerged.

The stone coffin was pasted with the highest level forbidden talisman of their Xiangxi Liu family.

"This time, I have prepared something good for you."

The girl with twin ponytails snapped her fingers, and the forbidden talisman on the sarcophagus burned directly, turning into ashes and dissipating: "Come out, the legend says..."

hum!
Suddenly, a buzzing sound erupted from the sarcophagus, and a tiny electric arc appeared on the sarcophagus!
With a loud bang, the sarcophagus exploded.

The brilliant divine light rose into the sky, illuminating the night sky. The dazzling rays of light looked like pieces of divine feathers flying around, crystal clear and sacred.

A figure bathed in the rosy glow appeared in front of everyone's eyes, his skin was crystal clear, and large amounts of light rain were falling, as if he was about to ascend to heaven.

Behind this figure, there was an exaggeratedly large golden-red bow. The majestic blood and energy fluctuations swept out, forming a terrifying gust of wind that spread in all directions.

"Where is...where?"

Zhou Cheng immediately became alert and observed the surrounding environment.

In the abandoned factory park, there were several young people wearing obviously modern clothes around, all of them exuding a certain aura fluctuation, obviously they were not ordinary people.

Is this, returning to Earth?

It seems to be a world of urban superpowers and modern cultivation of immortals.

"Xu San, come on. This girl from the Liu family in western Hunan seems to have turned out to be a very vicious person."

A rare serious expression appeared on Feng Baobao's expressionless face.

Xu San, who was beside her, also felt his scalp tingling. This level of aura fluctuation and this terrifying life cultivation were the first time he had encountered such a level.

"We really need to call for reinforcements now, baby."

Not only Xu San was also numb, but also Liu Yanyan who summoned Zhou Cheng.

"How...how come he's alive? Didn't they say there was an ancient corpse in the coffin?"

The problem girl Liu Yanyan's face turned pale, and what she said made everyone present change color.

The ancient corpse is alive! ?

The amount of information in this sentence is simply explosive!
At this time, Zhou Cheng's eyes also fell on the people around him. The sloppy girl spoke Sichuan dialect, which meant they could communicate.

"Who are you? Where are you? What dynasty is this? Is the old villain Hongli dead?"

Zhou Cheng just heard the girl say that her identity was an ancient corpse, so he could make good use of this identity.

When you are in the world, your identity is given by yourself.

The identity of an old monster from the Qing Dynasty is pretty good, but as for someone from a longer time ago, the accent becomes a problem and there is no way to disguise it.

Hongli? Qianlong!
When Zhou Cheng asked this question, everyone present, except Feng Baobao who remained calm, had their hair standing on end.

"Senior, the Qing Dynasty has collapsed. Now it is New China. There is no emperor anymore."

Xu San gritted his teeth and explained to Zhou Cheng that facing an old monster that had lived for hundreds of years, he tried his best to remain calm.

Qianlong was born in 1711, which is several hundred years ago.

This means that Zhou Cheng, who walked out of Liu Yanyan's coffin, was an old monster who had lived for hundreds of years.

In ancient legends, there were people who achieved this kind of accomplishment, such as... Peng Zu!
"There is no emperor anymore, how interesting..."

Zhou Cheng made a sighing tone, then looked at Xu San: "Who are you?"

"Senior, my name is Xu San, and I'm the person in charge of the North China region of Nadutong Company."

"You can think of Nadutong as an organization similar to the Imperial Guards of the Qing Dynasty. The North China region includes the former Zhili, Rehe, and part of the Central Plains."

Anywhere? Xu San?

This is a world under one person!
The names and functions of the Eight Wonderful Techniques instantly emerged in Zhou Cheng's mind, and at the same time his eyes fell on the slovenly girl next to Xu San.

If nothing unexpected happens, she should be Feng Baobao.

The young man tied to the ground should be Zhang Chulan.

Now everything is clear, it seems that I have traveled to the period when the plot of Under One Person begins. The Eight Wonders are mostly techniques for causing chaos.

Zhou Cheng was not interested in most of them, such as Fenghou Qimen.

It’s not that Fenghou Qimen is not strong enough, it’s mainly because Zhou Cheng has some understanding of his own character.

Although Zhou Cheng himself has a good character compared to most people, it is almost impossible for him to master the Fenghou Qimen.

There is a high probability that I will be like those old men in the cave of Wudang Mountain, shouting "Make me your king" all day long!
In addition, Feng Hou Qi Men's Seventy-two Transformations, to be more precise, is to master the Seventy-two Wars and transform me into the War King. Relatively speaking, Zhou Cheng still prefers the True Seventy-two Transformations and Three Heads and Six Arms in Zhu Yan's Treasure Technique.

However, among the eight unique skills, there are some that Zhou Cheng is more interested in.

For example...the Six-Storey Immortal Thief!
Although the enlightened Ruan Feng was tortured by the Six-Store Immortal Thief and became neither human nor ghost, this Six-Store Immortal Thief is indeed suitable for Zhou Cheng.

In the perfect world, eating humans is far less exciting than eating all kinds of pure-blooded ferocious beasts!

The so-called Six-Storage Immortal Thief is essentially a kind of "great digestion technique", which is said to be able to perfectly digest all ingested substances, nourish itself, and even steal the vitality of heaven and earth.

But any so-called perfection has its limit. If Ruan Feng were to eat a piece of flesh and blood of a god in the perfect world, even if he didn't die, he would probably be half dead and would not be able to eat anything else for many years.

And these six immortal thieves should be able to allow Zhou Cheng to go further in the Blood Moving Realm.

At this time, there were rustling noises all around, and many Nadutong employees gathered together and surrounded everyone, but their main target was still Zhou Cheng, the 'old corpse of the Qing Dynasty'!
"It turns out he is a high-ranking official of the imperial court, a member of the Six Gates."

Zhou Cheng looked at Xu San and said, "You still lack ancestors... that is, offerings?"

The corner of Xu San's mouth twitched slightly. Is this boss so straightforward?

Zhou Cheng's eyes fell on Xia He and the others, and he said with a smile: "Don't rush to make a decision, these kids should be fighting with you, right?"

"I'll teach you a lesson about my abilities and strength. Think carefully about it."

After these words were spoken, the person who reacted the most was naturally Xia He.

"Where did this old monster come from? He came up and used me as a token of his loyalty!"

Xia He cursed inwardly and stomped her slender thighs on the ground. Countless gravel, sand and dust swept up, and smoke billowed in an instant.

In the smoke and dust, Xia He's reaction speed was extremely fast. Her long pink hair left a trail of afterimages in the air as she headed straight for her motorcycle.

Boom!

A blue lightning suddenly exploded. Xia He, who was only a few meters away from the motorcycle, saw a thick bolt of lightning shooting past in front of him. A strong sense of electric shock enveloped his whole body, and he stiffened immediately.

As for the motorcycle in front of her, it had completely disappeared, leaving a dark pit on the ground. The terrifying electromagnetic field did not dissipate directly, and there were strands of arcs flickering in the air within ten meters around it.

"Thunder, thunder method!?"

Xia He stiffly turned her head to look at Zhou Cheng. At this moment, Zhou Cheng's body was covered with mysterious light, and thousands of lightning bolts burst out, directly ionizing the air, bursting out lightning, and crackling sounds continued.

The exaggerated golden-red bow had been pulled open by Zhou Cheng, and the brilliant blue electric arcs condensed to form dazzling and bright feather arrows that seemed to be real, pointing directly at her. A great sense of crisis completely locked her.

"Don't move, or thunder will come!" Zhou Cheng's voice was like thunder, making the ears of the people around him buzz.

At this moment, Zhou Cheng looked solemn and majestic. Every pore on his body was like a divine furnace containing endless thunder, swallowing and spitting out thousands of lightning bolts. It was as if the Thunder Official in the myth had descended in person to illuminate the Nine Heavens!

In the Perfect World, I am a young monk in the Blood Moving Realm. You call me a young man or a freshman, and I won’t say anything.

But under one person...you have to call me Grandmaster Zhou Cheng, the Great God of Thunder!
It seems that Zhou Cheng's ten thousand jin strength is not that great. It is less than six tons when converted, and it does not seem to be very strong.

But Zhou Cheng's strength is purely physical. To use the words of "Second to One", it means he has reached the level of life cultivation, without using any Qi or magic.

A swing of one arm can have an impact force of tens of thousands of pounds. In actual combat, it is more than just the impact of a swing of one arm.

This means that Zhou Cheng's bones, muscles, and internal organs can withstand the backlash of tens of thousands of pounds or even higher impact force.

Without using any techniques, even the old Taoist priest may not be able to match Zhou Cheng.

The grandmaster of the Chai School, who was known for his unparalleled physical body, still lost the effect of his Vajra body when facing the spirit of a god, but Zhou Cheng did not.

After intimidating Xia He, Zhou Cheng's gaze fell on Lu Liang and Liu Yanyan who had been standing beside Zhang Chulan.

Lu Liang knelt on the ground with a plop: "Senior, please don't kill me. I am willing to serve as a token of my loyalty!"

Liu Yanyan's face turned even paler, with a frightened expression: "You, you can't kill me, I summoned you."

Lu Liang, who was kneeling on the ground, quickly moved away from Liu Yanyan.

"No wonder Liu Yanyan is so easy to fool. She is no ordinary idiot." Lu Liang cursed in his heart, fearing that this big guy would shoot a lightning arrow and implicate him.

"Senior, don't get excited, don't get excited... The issue of offering sacrifices is easy to deal with. I will... uh, report to the court."

Upon seeing this, Xu San also hurried to appease the big boss, fearing that this old monster would get so excited about killing that he would kill Liu Yanyan as well.

This is the only heir of the Xiangxi Liu family. This time, in order to protect Liu Yanyan, the Liu family promised too many benefits to the company.

　Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, refills ('')

　　
　
(End of this chapter)