After the excitement, Xiao Pang suddenly smelled a stench, only then did he discover that his body was sticky, as if he had crawled out of a mud pit. Song Zhong was also a cultivator, naturally he knew that this was the excretion of the body's filth when he was reborn. He immediately realized that when he had just started cultivating, he seemed to have obtained a lot of benefits, and his mood was much better.
But the dirt on his body was very uncomfortable, after Xiao Pang discovered this point, he hurriedly moved his mind, and left this space. Then he flew to a small pool not far away to take a bath. While taking a bath, Song Zhong discovered that his skin seemed to be a little rough, faintly revealing a bronze color, similar to the color of the large copper bell.
This made him a little depressed, he remembered that after the cultivation of other cultivators progressed, their skin would become fairer, and their skin would be suffused with a treasure light, making the men handsome and the women beautiful. Why was it that when it came to him, his skin was getting rougher, and even his body seemed to be developing horizontally?
He was originally fat, if this continued, wouldn't he become a fat pig? Looking at his chest and waist thicker, Song Zhong suddenly had a feeling of wanting to cry but had no tears.
But now he had already boarded the pirate ship, even if he wanted to go down it was impossible, so he could only bite the bullet and go down. Fortunately, this set of cultivation method seemed to be very good, and the most important thing was that it was suitable for him, which saved him the effort of searching for other cultivation methods.
After taking a bath, Xiao Pang carelessly put on a set of clothes, and suddenly felt very hungry in his stomach, as if he had not eaten for dozens of days, which made Song Zhong very puzzled. Logically speaking, he had just eaten yesterday, so today he should not be so hungry, after all, a person in the Xiantian realm, the need for food was greatly reduced, and not eating for several days was not a big problem.
Although it was strange, but the stomach problem still had to be solved. Xiao Pang looked up at the sky, and found that it was evening, so he could make it in time for dinner. So he called out his broken flying sword, and went straight to the dining hall.
Under normal circumstances, as an outer sect disciple, Song Zhong should go to the dining hall for outer sect disciples. But the last time he went there, he was disgusted by those outer sect disciples. Those guys looked down on Song Zhong, this super trash. Even if he tried hard to prove himself, it was useless. This was because they all believed that Xiao Pang's development had come to an end, and it was impossible for him to progress any further unless he could eat expensive spiritual medicine every day. However, this was obviously impossible for a little brat who had no parents and no backing.
Xiao Pang had only just entered the circle of outer court disciples. He had no foundation, and his own strength was weak. He naturally didn't dare to rashly start a fight, so he could only forcefully endure it and leave. He didn't want to go there anymore. At least, he wouldn't go there before he became strong enough.
Since he couldn't go to the outer sect dining hall, he could only go to the servant's dining hall to eat. Although the food here was not as good as the dining hall of the outer sect disciples, Song Zhong had eaten here for ten years and had long since become accustomed to it. In addition, he was the only outer sect disciple here. No one dared to bully him, so he was more willing to go there.
With the flying sword, Xiao Pang's speed was much faster. In less than a quarter of an hour, he arrived outside a large courtyard that occupied more than ten acres. This was the place where thousands of servants ate and lived. Song Zhong had lived here before, but he couldn't stand the manager's bullying and simply ran out to live on his own.
Song Zhong had just arrived at the door and got off the flying sword. Before he walked in, he heard a burst of noise coming from inside. There was also a child's scream.
Upon hearing this voice, Xiao Pang immediately became angry. This was because he recognized this voice. It was the voice of his best partner, Little Monkey. Little Monkey's surname was Hou. He didn't have a name. He was an orphan brought back by an outer sect disciple. He was thin and small, so others called him Little Monkey.
Here, although everyone was the most lowly servant, there was no lack of gangs. Most of the people who came from the outside relied on connections and money, so almost everyone had a backer or a gang. Only a very small number of people had nothing, so they could only become a pitiful worm who was bullied. The SongZhong of the past and the current Little Monkey belonged to the lowest rung of society.
When Little Fatty first came, the both of them were often forced to do other people's work. In the past few years, they had been working together. Thus, they interacted a lot and empathized with each other. Thus, they became the best of friends. But later, Song Zhong devoted himself to cultivation. He didn't want to live here and be bullied, so he took the initiative to move out. Little Monkey was reluctant to leave his job in the canteen because he could eat his fill here. He was afraid of hunger when he was a child. In addition, he was afraid of delaying Song Zhong's cultivation, so he didn't move out.
However, although the two met less in the future, every time Xiao Pang came to eat, Little Monkey would accompany him to talk and tell Song Zhong about his experiences. That was often the happiest time for Xiao Pang. In fact, if it weren't for Little Monkey secretly taking care of him in the canteen, Xiao Pang wouldn't be able to eat his fill every meal!
So Xiao Pang valued Little Monkey very much. After he became an outer sect disciple, he used the opportunity of eating to come here and warn those guys not to bully Little Monkey in the future. But he didn't expect to encounter this when he came.
In anger, Xiao Pang directly rushed in. He looked up and saw that there were a lot of people inside, and Little Monkey was being beaten by four or five servants. Everyone was a cultivator. Although they didn't learn boxing, their strength had increased greatly. The four or five servants were extremely arrogant as they punched and kicked Little Monkey. From the heavy banging sounds, it was obvious that they were trying to kill him.
The little monkey's skinny body was already exposed. His clothes had long been torn apart, revealing bruises all over his body. He could only try his best to curl up into a ball. He didn't even have the strength to scream. The blood in his mouth spurted out far away.
"Beat him to death! I don't believe that I can't deal with you damn monkey! Don't think that because that stinky fatty became an outer sect disciple, I'm afraid of him. In my eyes, he's just a pig! Dead pig! "A fierce-looking guy shouted at the side.
This person was called Ganxing. He was a tyrant here. Relying on his cousin who was a relatively promising outer sect disciple, no one dared to stop him. Even a few old deacons didn't dare to offend him. Because no one could say when he would enter the inner sect. Once he became an inner sect disciple, dealing with an outer sect deacon would be a piece of cake. One had to know that in the sect, even a dog from the inner sect was nobler than an outer sect deacon!
After a long time, Ganxing became arrogant. In the past, he bullied Xiao Pang and Little Monkey. And now, even if Song Zhong became an outer sect disciple, he was not afraid to wantonly bully Little Monkey. Clearly, he didn't put Song Zhong in his eyes.
From Gan Xing's point of view, even if Little Fatty became an outer court disciple, he would not have the same status as his cousin. Thus, even if he bullied Little Monkey, that darn fatty would not dare to stand up for him! That's why he was so arrogant.
Unfortunately, Ganxing made a big mistake this time. He had just finished speaking when he suddenly felt a bad wind behind him. He was also a person who had bitterly cultivated for many years. Although he hadn't entered the Xiantian realm, he was also a person who had reached the Houtian realm. After perceiving that someone was sneak attacking him from behind, he immediately wanted to dodge to the side.
But unfortunately, everything was too late. He felt something hit him hard on the back, and his whole body fell forward onto the ground. Because things happened too suddenly, the force on his back was even more astonishing. Ganxing didn't even have time to react and fell straight to the ground. His whole face was slapped on the ground. Suddenly, his towering nose was flattened. Blood spurted out like a fountain and he was already dazed. His eyes were full of gold bars and his brain was like paste. He didn't even know where he was.
Several people who were beating Little Monkey suddenly heard a "pa" sound and turned around to look. Yi? Why was the boss lying on the ground? Before they could figure it out, they saw a black shadow rushing over with a solid stool on its back.
"F * ck, it's Song Zhong. Run ~" A guy shouted and turned around to run.
Unfortunately, it was too late. Xiao Pang was furious, just like an angry black bear. His slightly plump body seemed to be full of strength. Everyone only saw a black shadow flash by accompanied by a strong wind. Then, "pa, pa, pa, pa," four crisp sounds were heard, mixed with a few screams. In the blink of an eye, the battle had already ended. It was really neat.
Under Song Zhong's sneak attack, the five big men didn't even have a chance to face him. They were thrown to the ground by the bench that he casually grabbed.
The benches in the dining hall were made of solid hardwood and needed to sit four people. They were all made of solid hardwood and weighed dozens of pounds. Combined with Song Zhong's body that had been tempered by the Xiantian realm, his strength was probably enough to knock down an elephant. Even though these guys were trained, they couldn't withstand this stool. All of them fell to the ground. The bones in their backs felt like they were about to break. They kept rolling on the ground in pain, and their mouths kept crying out in pain!
The one and a half inch thick bench in Song Zhong's hand was cracked. It could be seen how much strength he had used.
Seeing this horrible scene, the surrounding people who were watching the show were so scared that they all ran far away, afraid of being caught in the crossfire.
After knocking down a few people, Song Zhong hurriedly lowered his head to check on Little Monkey's injuries. It didn't matter, but it made him so angry that his eyes turned red. He saw that Little Monkey had fainted from the pain. His chest was sunken and his arms were bent. It was obvious that there were many fractures. He was afraid that he would have died here if he had been a step late.
"Song Zhong, you damn fatty, you dare to hit me?" At this time, Ganxing, who had been beaten down by Song Zhong, finally recovered. He endured the pain in his back and touched his face that was full of blood. He cursed, "You wait, I'll ask my brother to deal with you!" As he said that, he wanted to get up and walk out.
When Little Fatty, who was already angered to the point of death, heard this, he was immediately angered to the point of no return. He thought to himself, Anyway, the grudge has already been formed. It doesn't matter if it's a little more. Instead of letting this kid bully people in the future, it's better for me to cripple him directly!
Thinking of this, Xiao Pang directly roared and rushed over like a gust of wind. The bench in his hand was like a windmill, flying up and down and wildly hitting Ganxing.
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