Chapter 42: The Rank Chart of the Ghost and God Kuixing!

Chapter 42…Ghosts and Gods…Quixing Ranking Map!

Passing through the outer city, and all the way out of the city, the entire team fell into silence.

Having lived in the inner city for a long time, most people had no idea that the outer city had become like this, and they felt depressed for a while.

Of course, the greater depression came from the gloomy-looking Wang Wu in the team.

"Is his blood like an ox? Or is it like a tiger's?"

Feeling the heat coming from behind, Yang Yu thought in his mind.

According to Wang Wu, once the blood is exchanged, the human body's blood and energy will be superior to that of ordinary people. Until the internal energy is accumulated and nourished throughout the body, it can develop blood and energy like a cow.

The bull here is just a virtual finger, not the strength of a bull in the body of a blood exchange realm warrior.

In fact, a person as talented as Hu Wan could already compete with the buffalo before the blood exchange.

But it was just a wrestling match.

As for the blood-changing warriors whose energy and blood are as strong as those of an ox, their fists, toes, and palms are blessed with tremendous power. With a single point of reference, whenever they are full of energy, they can be compared to wild bulls running and charging.

"This is at least three blood exchanges. Gee, are all the head catchers so rich?"

Yang Yu was guessing in his mind.

He is definitely more aware of the progress of his blood transfusion than any other warrior, and he also knows very well that even if he undergoes a second blood transfusion, he will not be able to condense the ox-like blood energy.

From this, it is not difficult to deduce the gap between himself and Wang Wu.

But I don’t know if I can activate my inner energy and violently perform a ‘decapitation’ move...

Thinking in his mind, Yang Yu couldn't help but glance back at Wang Wu, and his eyes couldn't help but fall on his neck, which was as thick as his waist.

It would take at least three cuts to cut it off, right?

"Um?"

Wang Wu was excited, glared and yelled: "If you fart, hurry up and stop staring at me!"

Looking at Yang Yu, Wang Wu murmured in his heart.

The martial arts he learned are particularly good at tracking, hiding, and sensing. He is particularly sensitive to other people's eyes, but not everyone can make him feel this way.

It might have been an illusion once, but if it happens one after another, I'm afraid it won't be an illusion anymore.

This kid must have some means that can threaten him?

But how is this possible?

He was just a kid who only needed blood transfusion once. It was probably an illusion that his injury was not healed.

"There is indeed something I want to ask you, sir."

Naturally, Yang Yu would not let go of an opportunity.

"Take a break!"

After glancing at the "Country Heroes" who were in a low mood, Wang Wu gave a shout and walked towards the big stone beside the road.

There are still no stone slabs on the ground in Heishan City. This so-called official road is just a slightly stronger dirt road, which is often dirty and muddy.

Sitting on the floor is naturally impossible.

Naturally, the rest of the people had no objections. In fact, most of them had long since regretted it and killed the bandits for fifty taels of silver.

To them, this is simply ridiculous.

You know, any warrior who has changed his blood will spend one to two hundred taels of silver, or even more, just for a medicinal bath.

pity……

"You ask a few questions, and you have to answer a few of my questions. Is this fair?"

Wang Wu sat down with his golden sword and said in a deep voice:

"go ahead."

"Um……"

Yang Yu lowered his head and pretended to ponder, but in fact he returned to the Cauldron of Gluttony and wrote down some words on the Ghost Head Sword.

"This is?"

Seeing Yang Yu writing and drawing on the ground, Wang Wuben didn't pay much attention to it. After scanning it for a few times, he couldn't help but be startled:

"Is this 'Tao Wen'?! Good boy, you actually know how to do Tao Wen?!"

"Daowen? Dare I ask, sir, what is Daowen?"

Seeing that Wang Wu recognized this word, Yang Yu was overjoyed.

These days, people who can read and write are very rare, and Black Mountain City has never heard of anyone who can recognize ancient Chinese.

Unexpectedly, Wang Wu actually recognized it.

"I understand a little bit, I understand a little bit."

Wang Wulao blushed and pretended to be careless:

"The so-called Taoist texts are actually nothing rare. They are just pretentious creations made by Taoist priests who believe in 'evolution' by adding and deleting from normal texts."

Having said this, Wang Wu leaned down and took a closer look, and suddenly felt a little big-headed.

Taoist texts were originally very idiosyncratic texts. The reason why he recognized some of them was because one of his uncles went to the mountains to learn Taoism.

But I only understand it slightly.

At this time, Yang Yu wrote hundreds of words in succession on the ground. Only two of them could be recognized at a glance. Counting the guesses, there were only about ten.

"grown ups?"

Seeing that Wang Wu was still silent, Yang Yu asked in a low voice.

Although he had to ask, he would not copy the whole thing. He would just pick out a few dozen words that were the most uncommon and difficult to guess out of hundreds of words.

"this……"

Wang Wu coughed a few times, feeling a little embarrassed:

"This character is pronounced as 'level', and these two are called 'god' and 'star'..."

These three words were the ones he was most certain of, and the rest were just guesses.

But Yang Prison was already stunned.

The first three words he took from the handle of the knife were the name of this 'advanced martial arts'.

Counting the few words he guessed, he knew the name of this martial art.

But, is this martial arts? !

"...Ghosts and gods...Kuixing rank map?!"

He was chanting in his heart. For some reason, a strong throbbing filled his whole heart. Involuntarily, Yang Yu reached out and wiped out all the Taoist texts on the ground.

"The word should be, bird?...Why did you erase it?!"

Wang Wu was still trying hard to guess. When he saw that the words were gone, he felt relieved, but there was dissatisfaction on his face.

Yang Yu collected his thoughts and pointed to the distance:

"Someone is coming!"

"Huh?"

Wang Wu stood up and saw smoke and dust rolling behind him.

Accompanied by the sound of horse hooves, a constable rode over in a hurry.

"Sir, this is a secret letter from my chief constable!"

The constable was covered in dust and handed over a secret letter sealed with wax after a pat.

"Secret letter..."

Wang Wu's expression became serious. He tore open the letter and glanced at it, and his brows suddenly twisted.

"It has always been soldiers who catch bandits, but have you ever seen bandits catch soldiers? So brave, so brave!"

He shook the letter into powder with a shake of his hand. Wang Wu's hair and beard were all erected, like an enraged tiger. The constable staggered back and almost fell to the ground.

Yang Yu was also close, and he felt the blood rushing to his face, and there was a burning pain, and his heart couldn't help but jump.

Just emotional fluctuations, there is such power.

Bloody as an ox...

"But I don't know that the 'nine oxen and two tigers' in my recipe..."

Yang Yu took a deep breath.

The ingredients are not much different, and it won't be long before he can verify his guess.

"Hmph!"

On the other side, Wang Wu had already shouted coldly, calling everyone up and preparing to hurry on.

He also left the horse of the constable.

"This horse..."

The constable looked bitter.

Yang Yu was still guessing what the letter said, Wang Wu had already climbed on the horse, and the horse under his pressure had four limbs softened and wailed continuously.

"Go back and tell your constable that I have taken these bastards!"

After saying that, he drove the horse forward without looking at the constable's expression:

"Everyone, follow!"

Wang Wu slapped the horse and left, and he never stopped. When the sky was dark, everyone had already run eighty or ninety miles behind the horse.

Wait until Wang Wu got off the horse.

The people behind him and the horse under him were almost exhausted and almost collapsed on the ground, sweating profusely.

"Black Wind Mountain..."

Yang Yu panted.

He wiped off the sweat and looked into the distance.

There was a mountain range blocking the view, with grass and trees standing in between, and dangerous peaks in groups. Under the gradually darkening sky, it was like a ferocious beast crawling and roaring.

Black Mountain, here we are.