The Strongest Emperor of the Three Kingdoms

"Oh, how miserable the world is, stems from ignorance."

Du Yu smiled, but his smile was a bit sour. This stupid loyalty was too heavy, and he was a little overwhelmed.

"Boy, you don't understand it yet. When you reach the top of the monkhood one day, it will become clear."

Du Yu nodded, picked up the token floating on the dry bone, and walked towards the eighth floor.

The eighth floor seems to be a martial arts hall. There is nothing in it. The only thing you can see is a dazzling array of cheats and a monk, a monk who is training himself against a wooden stake.

"After this level, can I see the tower master?"

Du Yu looked in a trance, and the psychic Taoist was also silent.

Ze Xi and Tatsuko Yang Yi guard Du Yu from left to right, always alert.

"Are you the gatekeeper here."

Without seeing the extra characters, Du Yu finally walked towards the monk practicing martial arts, but soon, a wooden stake stood in front of Du Yu, and Du Yu discovered that this monk was blocking countless floating objects in front of him. Wooden stakes.Thᴇ link to the origin of this information rᴇsts in novelenglish.net . Fire(.)nᴇt

But Du Yu didn't take it lightly. Instead, his footsteps seemed a bit heavy. Every step he walked carried an inexplicable edge. Instead of forcibly demolishing, he used his hands and feet to beat him while following the rhythm of the stakes.

Seeing this, Chen Ziyang cut off the sword and was about to shoot. Ze Xi stopped him and shook his head towards him.

I don't know how long the time has passed, Du Yu finally walked to the monk's face. Although his whole body was very painful from the beating, he could barely stand up and asked again.

The monk who had been training **** the stakes finally turned his head, his eyes were full of holes, and then he punched out in his hand.

"bump."

Du Yu felt a huge force hit in his chest, and then hit the wooden stake before. After he was beaten by the stake again, he was caught by Chenzi Yang Heze attack on the side, so that he would not hit the wall.

"The main character (master) is okay."

The two said in unison.

Du Yu shook his head, then picked up the cheat book on the shelf and turned it over.

"Iron Armor Power."

Du Yu first picked up the bottom one, then opened it quickly and scanned it again before putting it back.

And the countless wooden stakes in front of him disappeared instantly.

Du Yu picked up the second book in such a concoct, and sure enough, the second stake also lost its traces.

But when he picked up the third book, the second stake that had disappeared appeared again.

"Old man, do you understand."

There were no less than a hundred cheats on the bookshelf, Du Yu frowned, did not continue to act rashly, but asked in his mind.

The voice of the psychic Taoist is not rushed: "The third book on the left, Gang Fist."

Du Yu picked it up, and the second stake disappeared.

"The first book under your feet, the basics of herb identification."

Du Yu picked up the herb to identify it and put it down. The fourth stake disappeared.

Du Yu looked up and saw that there were at least three wooden stakes in front of him, but it was obvious that if the movement made a mistake, the wooden stakes that had disappeared before would change back, and if you rushed hard, it would definitely not work.

"The sixth poison scripture on your head."

Du Yu stretched out his hand and was about to take it, but he quickly retracted his hand because, on the poison scripture, there was a poisonous insect that seemed to be lethargic.

Chen Ziyang saw this, and a sword light appeared on the sword, but Ze Xi reached out his hand to stop him, and then reached out his hand to take the Poison Sutra from the bookshelf, and a layer of lavender stripes formed on his hand. , But the stripes quickly dissipated, and immediately afterwards, the fifth wooden stake disappeared.

The psychic Taoist was silent, and didn't seem to know which book to pick up next. Du Yu rolled his eyes, and then picked up a miscellaneous exercise method that fell on the ground: Lingxinlu.

The remaining two wooden stakes disappeared at the same time, and the eyes of the monk who did not seem to be conscious in front of him came to light, looked at Du Yu, and said:

"Kill me, you can go up."

Du Yu nodded, Chen Ziyang understood, his hand interrupted the sword light and flew out, the monk did not evade, letting the sword light hit his god.

"clang."

Soon, there was a sound of iron and stone crashing from his body.

Du Yu saw that the monk was covered in golden light, even though the sword light slashed on him, it did not leave a trace of scars.

"It's no way to go on like this."

Although the monk and Chen Ziyang fought hard for a while, Du Yu could see that it was only a matter of time before Chen Ziyang lost.

Du Yu opened the sheepskin scroll in his hand, Ze Xi did not follow, but guarded Du Yu's disappeared sheepskin scroll. This time, when the seventh page was opened, the monk's movements did not stop, and he still fought Chenziyang. It's hard to separate.

This time the scene was very vague. The first thing I saw was a leader of the Imperial Guard. The man took off his armor, sighed, and walked into a monastery.

The sweeping monk on the ground did an Amitabha Buddha to him. He nodded and then walked into the courtyard. After that, the abbot personally stepped up for him, and then the man practiced on the stake day after day. Those are the most basic martial arts.

I don't know how long it has passed. The four seasons passed, and the new spring arrived. He beat the wooden fish in his hand, and walked to the door again after morning class.

The previous sweeper had already sat down, so he took over the job of the sweeper, and then picked up the broom in his hand and started sweeping.

Although it was sweeping the floor, the technique was very subtle, and there was also a special artistic conception in it. Du Yu just looked at it, and he could feel that his mood was constantly improving.

Until that day came, one was the king who had been loyal to him, and the other was the princess whom he had admired. After a moment, the sweeping monk chose the princess's camp.

And his existence, to a certain extent, has affected the balance of victory and defeat. Although the blessings of the past blooming flowers are weak and strong, but the creatures who are difficult to fight against the false gods and kings are instantly stressed, and then the screen jumps directly. , Jump to, the princess personally gave it the crown.

At this moment, he has a bright smile in his eyes, but a bit of bitterness quietly falls on the corner of his mouth.

Although you may have thought of being vulgar, but it is also clear that the princess did not have the same admiration for him as he did for the princess. At that time, the whole world did not know where the princess loved was.

But the sheepskin scroll spat out Du Yu at this time, and Du Yu touched his head, feeling a little bit helpless.

This ascetic monk has no flaws in his whole body, nor does a normal monk should have a door. Whether it is a genius or a peerless genius, Du Yu is still helpless at this moment.

Even though Chen Ziyang, who was a congenital sword embryo, was a little struggling at the moment, there were obviously a few more scars on his body, and it was obviously impossible to support it for too long.

"It's simply an ascetic monk who is immortal and immortal."

Du Yu smiled bitterly.