Chapter 934: The turtle slave with poor understanding

"You old boy have been chasing you. Do you think I'm afraid you won't be able to do it?"

The wind and waves were running, and suddenly stopped, turned around and shouted, "Looking at this, he was so angry."

During this journey, the wind and wave movements are very smooth and natural. If it were not for the master who deliberately did it, they would not be able to do such movements.

The Xuanwu God Lord was so angry that he was about to explode. When he heard Fenglang's words, even if he had a high level of cultivation and good tolerance, he couldn't help but feel angry and his whole body trembled and his hands and feet were cold.

"Good...good boy..."

The Xuanwu God Lord originally wanted to speak, but was so angry that he forgot what to say for a moment. This was something that had never happened before since his success.

"Don't think that I'll spare you if you praise me, and I'll give you a word of pity in front of me. I'll tell you, I'm a famous heart..."

Seeing this situation, Fenglang had a road that would not take the opportunity to ridicule. He sneered slightly and continued to tease him there.

"Heaven, earth, return, source, qi!"

The Xuanwu God King was almost pissed to death by Fenglang. He knew that it was not appropriate to speak at this moment, so he might as well start to act directly. Therefore, he roared angrily, like a divine thunder falling from the nine heavens, with a very powerful aura.

The palm of Xuanwu God King made a huge aura, as if he was using the water-attribute source energy as high as a mountain, as deep as a sea, to live, like a water dragon, shaking his head and flying towards the wind and waves. Wherever he went, there was a very destructive aura, as if he was about to destroy the world, and putting the whole world into chaos.

"Gold, Emperor, Fen, Heaven, Seal"

Fenglang has not used this kind of skill for a long time. Now, under the pressure of the Xuanwu God Lord, he has returned to his old career and is very easy to do.

At this time, the Golden Emperor's Heaven-Floating Seal used by Fenglang had a drastic change from the previous power. After he hit this palm, his whole body shone with golden light, as if he had become a war god in golden clothes.

Fenglang's palm exerted a momentum of soaring into the sky, as if he was going against the trend. Even if the world was not kind, he could face difficulties and never be impressed by any difficulties. He fully exerted the characteristics of the metal-based martial arts.

"The metallic source gas, are you a spy sent by Baihu?"

Seeing such a vast metal source energy produced by the wind and waves, even the Xuanwu God King was always silent and could not help but scream in a flash. His heart was filled with endless horror.

Because he had been fighting with the White Tiger for many years, the Xuanwu God King knew the personality of the White Tiger very well. He was an extremely stingy guy who even regarded this metallic source energy like a treasure. Even if he exchanged it for red gold, it would be difficult to exchange for one pound of ten thousand pounds.

Therefore, there is actually a metallic source energy in Fenglang, which makes Xuanwu puzzled.

With a shocking explosion, the space nearby was chaotic. The palm of Xuanwu God quickly knocked Fenglang's body away.

Even though it is the golden kung fu, it is said to be the sharpest, Fenglang's strength is still worse than Xuanwu. Therefore, the result of this time against the enemy still caused the force in Fenglang's heart to fluctuate, and he was almost completely submerged by the source energy of this water attribute.

However, in Fenglang's body, there were a variety of force running. He just turned slightly, slowly eliminating the fluctuations in his heart, and his face looked as if nothing had happened.

No matter how Ren Xuanwu God Lord thought, he would never have expected that the wind and waves could still show such peace after taking his palm. For a moment, there was a powerful shock in his heart.

The Xuanwu God Lord did not stop there. He blasted several palms in a row, but except for defeating Fenglang, he did not receive any substantial consequences.

Just as the battle was getting dark, the Xuanwu God seemed to feel something was wrong. He swung his move, then pulled back. Seeing his extremely hurrying behavior, he seemed to have realized something.

Fenglang originally thought about how to escape quickly, but when he saw that he did not escape, the Xuanwu God King ran away, and couldn't help but feel a little surprised, but he then smiled. The Xuanwu God King probably knew that he had fallen into the plan to lure the tiger away from the mountain.

At this moment, Fenglang suddenly saw Zhu Ba jumping out. Seeing the expression on his face, he seemed much happier than Fenglang, and he was simply a little cunning.

"Have you succeeded?"

Fenglang took a deep breath and asked, but he immediately realized that he would be in vain if he said such a question.

"Of course, if I, Lao Zhu, take action, there is still a reason why I can't get it!"

Zhu Ba said proudly, a bit boasting.

After a while, Fenglang heard the roar of the Xuanwu God, and in the roar, he was really surprised to be angry.

Fenglang knew that this time, the Xuanwu God finally verified his guess, but his hatred for him was probably even heavier.

Seeing the empty place in front of him, the Xuanwu God Lord wanted to cry. This is his most precious resource and the guarantee he relies on to rampant in this strange beast world. Now it has disappeared like this. No wonder he was frightened just now.

At this moment, the Xuanwu God Lord completely understood why Fenglang had metallic source energy, but I was afraid that this was the source energy.

When he thought that there was finally a white tiger, he suffered the same fate as him, the Xuanwu God Lord felt a little better, but he was still extremely depressed. Because he was depressed, the Xuanwu God Lord put his hand in his hair. When he took it out, he saw a thick tuft of hair. This was really a sad thing.

"Anyone who can breathe? Come with me!"

When he returned to his palace, the Xuanwu God Lord still seemed furious and roared there.

Hearing the roar of the Xuanwu God Lord, all the subordinates in his palace knew that there must be a major incident. They were all so scared that they held their breath and dared to show up.

But there was always one who could not dodge, so the most beloved subordinate of the Xuanwu God Lord, an old turtle who was the chief executive here, walked up tremblingly, but looking at his cautious look, it was obvious that he was quite nervous.

"God, I don't know what orders do you have to summon me?"

Manager Turtle held his big belly and hurriedly walked up. The expression on his face seemed solemn and melancholy. Because he didn't know what was going on, he seemed even more worried.

"Get my pen, ink, paper and inkstone!"

The Xuanwu God still looked furious. He slapped his hand heavily on the white marble table and shouted loudly.

"yes!"

Although this turtle manager has always been a slow man, he always looks very arrogant in front of the Xuanwu God Lord. He always executes the instructions of the Xuanwu God Lord quickly, with almost no delay.

But this time, since the Xuanwu God Lord had been using his pen, ink, paper and inkstone for too long, it was really difficult to find at this time.

Because it was a sentence from the Xuanwu God Lord, General Turtle quickly mobilized all the people he could mobilize and conducted a thorough search in this palace.

People kept coming to report, saying that the whereabouts of the Xuanwu God Lord's pen, ink, paper and inkstone were not found, which made the Turtle Manager increasingly disappointed, and beads of sweat as big as beans flow out of his head.

"The God is waiting there, but he can't find the pen, ink, paper and inkstone. What should I do?"

The turtle manager was so anxious that he had the intention of killing people, just like an ant in a hot pan, wandering around there, muttering something constantly in his mouth.

"Or, let's find a normal one. I haven't used it for such a long time, so I'm afraid the God may not be able to remember it?"

At this moment, a cat-faced turtle came up to come up with an idea. He has always been the right-hand assistant of the turtle manager, and he can solve the problem at critical moments.

"Since that's the case, why are you still standing there? Why don't you hurry up and go find it?"

The turtle manager sighed helplessly. It was already here, and it seemed that he could only do this, so he shouted at the cat-faced turtle in anger.

"Hehe, I've been prepared a long time ago, I'm afraid it's not up to the will of the Ghost Manager!"

As he spoke, the cat-faced turtle took out a set of pen, ink, paper and inkstone from behind it. It was really brand new and very exquisite.

"Okay, you guy, if you can pass this time, you will definitely be rewarded!"

When he saw this cat-faced turtle, he was so clever in his work. The turtle manager let out a long sigh and shouted loudly at the cat-faced turtle.

"Thank you, the headmaster, for the cultivation!..."

The cat-faced turtle said with a charming smile, and its round face looked extremely proud.

When the cat-faced turtle raised its head, it found that the turtle manager had long disappeared. The smile on its face suddenly solidified, and then it changed into a sneer.

"God, you have found the pen, ink, paper and inkstone you want!"

When facing his subordinates, the Turtle Manager seemed extremely thrilling, but when he saw the Xuanwu God, he completely changed his appearance and completely exuded his turtle slave nature.

"Why are you doing so slowly? Why don't you come up quickly and help me grind ink!"

The Xuanwu God waited for a long time before seeing the Turtle Manager coming over, and couldn't help but shouting angrily.

The turtle manager nodded quickly, and his hands and feet appeared very quickly to present the thick brush, and grind the ink very diligently from the side.

In the heart of the Turtle Manager, it was really strange. This Xuanwu God Lord had never touched this ink for many years, but today he was so elegant that he actually started to write and ink here.

However, even if he lent the guitar manager a thousand courage, he would not dare to ask randomly, because the Xuanwu God was angry at this time, so what he had to do was to speak less and do more. This was a very wise way to save his life.

Spreading out the snow-white rice paper, the Xuanwu God grabbed the brush with one hand, and then dipped it hard on the ink inkstone.

The Turtle Manager opened his eyes wide and looked at the every move of Xuanwu God Lord carefully. He really wanted to see clearly that Xuanwu God Lord was so anxious to want paper and pen. Should he write or paint?

The Xuanwu God King grabbed the pen in his hand, but condensed in the air, while on his face he looked like he was gritting his teeth.

After a while, the Xuanwu God seemed to figure it out. He grabbed the big brush in his hand and quickly started drawing on the snow-white rice paper.

It was really a pen that was like a dragon and a snake. All the actions of the Xuanwu God Lord were done in one go. In less than a moment, a portrait of a person appeared in front of the Turtle Manager.

"Oh, it turns out that the Xuanwu God wants to draw a person, but I don't know if this person is a man or a woman?"

Even though the Turtle Manager was trying hard to fight, he really couldn't tell whether the paintings of the Xuanwu God King were a man or a woman, but he didn't see a beard. Even if he was a man, he was afraid that the man would not be too old.

Manager Turtle didn't dare to blame the poor painting skills of Xuanwu, so he could only blame himself for being dull. After watching it for so long, he didn't even know whether it was a man or a woman. This understanding was really bad.

The Emperor Xuanwu stopped writing and looked at it carefully for a while. He found that from head to toe, there was no place similar to the wind and waves in the person he drew.

The more I looked, the more I became dissatisfied. The Xuanwu God King put the pen down suddenly, then picked up the portrait, pulled it in half with a sneer, and then rolled it hard and threw it away.

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