Chapter 52 The God-Man Has Arrived

The monk at the head of the city looked at the green-clothed man below him, his eyelids twitched, grandma's legs, this is indeed a bit too fierce, right? !

I told you to defend the city, but I didn't tell you to catch up and kill the monsters. The monsters were about to run away, but the man in the green shirt chased after them and dragged them back. He looked hospitable, and then hammered them hard. kill.

This is no longer defending the city, are you fucking counterattacking?

Fierce, really fierce!

Chen Jiu limped up the tower, and the monks around were a little in awe to avoid the blood-stained man in green shirt and make way for him.

Chen Jiu found a place to sit at random, took a breath, looked at the monk beside him with his head lowered, and was about to retreat, so he hurriedly asked, "Is there any wine?"

The cultivator trembled, seeming to be a little panicked, and hurriedly said: "Yes, yes."

He took out a pot of expensive and good wine from the magic treasure storage, and handed it to the guest in blue shirt respectfully.

Chen Jiu looked weird. Why did he feel like a tyrannical mountain king? Wasn't he just covered in blood? Can he be so scary?

He took the wine jug, sniffed it, and looked happy, um, it is good wine, and immediately said: "Don't worry, how much is this wine, I will give you the original price, and you will buy it."

But if the price is too high, I have to lower the price. For example, if you want a hundred rat coins, then I will make ten coins. Everyone is not losing money, happy, what a good deal.

It is estimated that according to his low price, he may be the only one who is happy.

However, this monk dared not ask for a price. He shook his head and waved his hands, and said hastily: "My lord, you can just drink it, you don't need money."

Chen Jiu stared, what do you mean, look down on me, really think I can't afford this little money?

Immediately, he was furious, took out a small pouch from the purple gold gourd, poured out the Zishu money stored in it, counted it carefully, and suddenly frowned.

No, why are there only nine left?

Shouldn't there be ten pieces?

He thought about it carefully, raised his eyebrows, and suddenly remembered, looking at the broken sword at his waist.

I bought this embroidered sword. It has no killing power at all. It is as brittle as paper. Even if you pay for what you pay for, it is not so shabby. The blacksmith in the armory must have cheated me .

Alas, when I saw the blacksmith's treacherous eyebrows, I knew he was not a good person. When it was time to defend the city, I had to go to the blacksmith to argue.

Chen Jiu sighed slightly, looked at the nine pieces of mouse money in his hand, lacked confidence, and discussed with the monk.

"Brother, I only have nine Zimo money here. Look at it like this. I drank the wine and returned the jug to you. Everyone has something to gain, and everyone is not at a loss, okay?"

The monk frowned.

More than 200 pieces of Zishu money to buy high-quality fine wine, you give nine pieces of Zishu money, and you will not lose by force.

However, the monk didn't dare to ask for the nine pieces of rat money, and waved his hand again, "Don't hurt me, my lord. I will treat this wine as my admiration for your lord, so please drink it."

Chen Jiu waved his hands and said, "That's so embarrassing." While taking back the nine pieces of Zimo money into the purple gold gourd, with a smile on his face, he picked up the wine pot and drank it in one gulp, feeling happy in his heart.

I drank a pot of wine in vain, feeling happy.

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The battle on the first day of the city defense was relatively peaceful. Ninety-nine percent of the beast hordes were monsters with undeveloped spiritual intelligence, and sporadic high-level monsters were also intercepted and killed by high-level monks in the city, so there were almost no casualties for the city guard monks. Also more abundant.

It's just that the first day is often a child's play for the opening. Many high-level monsters have not yet assembled. When the high-level monsters gather in a few days, it will be considered the real attack on the city.

The magical powers of monsters are extremely difficult to deal with, and they are not inferior to monks and Taoist magic weapons.

Moreover, monsters attack the city regardless of day and night, and the monks will inevitably consume their minds and spirits. This is a great consumption of the city.

But no matter how difficult it is, this city must always be defended, it is impossible to just abandon the city and run away, right?

At night, Chen Jiu likes to sit on the top of the city and watch the moon, with a pot of wine, it is very comfortable, the green shirt on his body has been changed, and after taking a bath, he is clean again, but there is some blood in his hair Adhesion is really difficult to clear, so just tie it up and leave it alone.

The man in green shirt fell on the top of the wall, resting his head on his pillow, watching the moon quietly.

The monsters under the city were still attacking the city, and their momentum was much weaker. Presumably it was night time, and the monsters had to rest a little bit.

The guest in green shirt was admiring the moon, and an uninvited guest came to bother him. A woman, well dressed, sat next to Chen Jiu.

Chen Jiuben frowned, but when he looked up and saw the woman carrying two jugs of wine, he burst out laughing.

It turned out that a distinguished guest came to the door, and it was easy to talk about wine.

The female martial artist glanced at Chen Jiu who was smiling, and drank a pot of wine in one gulp, and then slowly drank another pot.

The man in the blue shirt froze, and fell straight backwards.

That's fine.

The female martial artist said angrily, "Look at how snobby you are!"

She took out a few jugs of good wine from the magic treasure storage.

Chen Jiu immediately sat up straight and said with a serious expression: "Come here, why do you bring such an expensive gift..."

He looked at these beautifully packaged jugs, and said helplessly: "In this case, I can only be respectful rather than obedient, and reluctantly accept..."

Li Yang interrupted: "I drank it alone."

Chen Jiu's face froze.

Grandma's legs, it turned out that a bad guest came to the door, he got up and planned to change to another place to watch the moon and drink, out of sight, out of mind.

The woman was really speechless to Chen Jiu's snobbery, so she threw a pot of wine to him, "Let's talk about physical training."

Chen Jiu caught it, then giggled and said, "It's easy to say, easy to say."

The two sat quietly, took a sip of wine first, and then Li Yang asked, "How far is it?"

Chen Jiu opened his palm, stretched out four fingers, and said with a smile: "Four realms, but it should be counted as five realms."

After all, he had killed so many five-level monsters.

Because Li Yang had already guessed this answer before, he couldn't help his eyelids twitching at the moment, thinking that the man in blue shirt was really unreasonable.

After contemplating for a moment, the woman looked at Chen Jiu again with burning eyes, "If it weren't for your injuries, I really want to have a good fight with you."

The guest in blue was startled, and explained: "I rarely hit women."

The woman replied proudly: "Then you treat me as a man."

Chen Jiu was stunned again, looked Li Yang up and down, frowning.

Oh, female boxing is here.

The main reason is that he fights with women. He has no grievances or enmities, and he can't fight hard.

The woman glared at him, and said angrily, "What's wrong, can't you do it?"

Chen Jiu nodded.

The woman snorted, "The old lady will beat you to death and tell you to look down on women!"

Chen Jiu shook his head, with a serious expression, and spoke righteously, "It's said in the book that men and women can't kiss each other."

Li Yang looked good and raised his brows, "If your mother's man and woman can't kiss each other, you can only say this after being punched by my mother."

Chen Jiu continued to explain: "I am a man and you are a woman. Mr. Lu Xun said that if a man fights with a woman, one of them might get pregnant."

The woman stared, and suddenly punched the injured green-clothed man off the top of the wall and into the ground.

The monks around were shocked, and when they realized that it was these two people, they didn't even dare to watch, so they hurried away, fearing that the woman would harm the fish in the pond.

After a long time of silence, Li Yang frowned and shouted from the top of the wall, "Are you dead?"

A voice came from the pit below, "Hurry up, bring a jug of wine."

The woman frowned, kicked down the jug beside her, kicked it into the pothole, turned around and left.

The man in green shirt took the jug, poured it directly, and interrupted his pulse with a punch, and his breathing stopped suddenly.

Forced to be a drunk.

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In the morning of the next day, the siege of monsters continued. Twenty-four people sitting high on the top of the city looked at Chen Jiu, who was alive and kicking, with weird eyes.

Didn't this man still limp yesterday?

Why is it alive again today?

With such a strong recovery ability, could it be that he was born to fight.

The high-level monks at the head of the city have already made up their minds, and they must not provoke this green-shirted man in the future, otherwise they will be seriously injured on the first day, and this man will come to beat you vigorously the next day.

Where does this make sense?

Chen Jiu wandered around the city for two laps, really had nothing to do, and the battle line below was relatively easy, and he didn't need help, so he was a little bored at the moment, rolled up his sleeves, and squatted by the iron stove, watching the blacksmith forge armor and weapons.

When the blacksmith saw the green-clothed man coming, he hurriedly concentrated his energy and did not dare to let go, beating hard to carve the formation.

Chen Jiu kept nodding his head as he watched from the sidelines, thinking that the blacksmith's strength was really good, and his knocking was so aggressive and regular. If it was the whole piece of music, he should step on it.

The blacksmith didn't know this. Seeing Chen Jiu nodding his head continuously, he thought it was a compliment to his skills, so he worked harder at the moment. After building a pair of armor, he was exhausted to death.

Chen Jiu shook his head again immediately, thinking that the blacksmith's strength still needs to be practiced.

He suddenly turned his head and stared at the front of the battlefield.

A golden-winged roc swooped towards the front of the battlefield, carrying a thunderbolt with a wingspan of more than ten meters, full of chilling intentions!

The monks of the five realms at the head of the city all got up, their faces were serious, and they planned to join forces to stop them, otherwise, if the golden-winged roc broke up the front formation, all the monks would have to be trapped in the city!

A figure shot forward first, like a thunderbolt!

The man in blue slammed straight into the big roc, held down its head, pressed down hard, and flew backwards for a hundred meters to the ground together.

The monks of the five realms at the top of the city looked at each other, not knowing what to do, they were afraid that they would make a move later, do something bad with good intentions, and delay the green shirt guest.

When physical training catches opponents and fights, generally no help is needed. When the punch is hard, the fist will rise, which is the real physical training demeanor.

Dapeng screamed, full of viciousness, raised its claws, and grabbed Chen Jiu with its five fingers like hooks. With a flap of Thunder's wings, it stood up and pressed Chen Jiu to death.

The man in the blue shirt was bleeding from his body, and his eyes were full of golden lights. He actually grabbed the roc's wings, not afraid of the thunder, and pulled it up. To smash his head with a punch.

Under the struggle of the golden-winged roc's wings, thunder exploded from its body, and the monster with a radius of 100 meters was instantly blown into powder.

The man in the green shirt vomited blood and flew upside down for a hundred meters, rolled a few times, and bounced up again, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.

This time, even if I encountered a hard stubble.

The golden-winged roc bird chirped, flapped its wings, a strong wind suddenly rose, and its body was covered with thunder, and it came straight to Chen Jiu, intending to kill him directly!

In the distance, the monks of the five realms at the top of the city panicked and decided to rescue Chen Jiu.

Unexpectedly, the man in the green shirt did not retreat but advanced, his fists soared up, full of physical training, and suddenly rushed!

The thunder exploded and the flood wave engulfed the surroundings, creating a huge storm, and the monsters with a radius of hundreds of meters disappeared, and they were already dusted.

The blue-clothed guest was bleeding from the pores of his body, and the thunder was flying. He pressed the roc's head and one wing tightly, and the golden pupils slowly spread golden lines to his face, really like the god of thunder coming into the world!

Chen Jiu gritted his teeth, and shouted angrily in pain.

"Go to your mother's high-voltage electricity!"

He grabbed the head and wings of the Mipeng, and pulled them desperately, tearing the wings of the Mipeng several meters apart.

The roc screamed a few times, its body struggled, its wings fluttered, and it wanted to fly into the sky.

The man in the green shirt held him tightly, and the golden lines on his face finally slowly spread to the corners of his mouth, shining brightly.

The God-man has arrived!

His pupils were no longer beretted, they were all golden, and he let out a roar.

Blood burst out, and the roc's wings were torn off suddenly!

He pressed down on its head again, stomped it down, and stomped it to pieces, leaving only the blood in the roc's huge body not coagulated for a moment, still thumping.

Everyone at the top of the city looked at each other again, swallowed their saliva, and each took the magic weapon.

There is something about their hammer.