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"Are you sure? You want to bring him here? " Hearing this, Sun Wukong sneered at the fatty in front of him.

"Of course, you can't deny it then." When the fatty heard this, he also smiled evilly and said to Sun Wukong.

"Oh, then go. I'm sorry, I just wanted to tell you that the old mister ascended a few days ago." Sun Wukong sneered as he spoke to the fatty.

"What!?" He flew up! It can't be, just a few days ago, it was the 9981 heavenly tribulations! It's exactly the Great Master's! " As the fat man listened to Sun Wukong's explanation, he was extremely shocked. He didn't even know that the Great Master had ascended.

"Yeah, didn't you say you were going to bring him back?" Sun Wukong said as he looked at the fatty with disdain.

"Cough, cough, cough ?" I don't know about that, ah. About that, the Grand Elder has already ascended, how am I supposed to find him? " When the fatty saw Sun Wukong's expression, he stomped his feet in anger and was extremely displeased.

"Oh, then I'm sorry. I don't know if I have a master like you." Seeing this, Sun Wukong spoke of this matter again, angering the fatty.

"My dear disciple, why must you be like this? Moreover, you have me, a middle stage Thunder Tribulation expert, as your master, how could you feel wronged?" Seeing this, the fat guy could only plead with her.

"Didn't I just say it? Who said that a high cultivation realm would lead to a high battle prowess? " As Sun Wukong spoke, he raised his head and looked at the fatty in front of him with a mocking expression.

"You ? Cough cough cough ? That's right! There is also the head senior brother who knows that I am your master. Of course, when Martial Uncle announced the order, the Sect Leader Senior Brother was by the side. " When the fatty saw Sun Wukong's arrogant appearance, he felt an itch in his heart. Suddenly, he seemed to recall something and hurriedly said to Sun Wukong.

"Oh, Sect Leader, I'm sorry, but I only know the Highest Elder's words." Hearing this, Sun Wukong immediately turned his head away, no longer looking at the fat man.

"Don't ah, martial uncle has already ascended, where do you expect me to find him!" When the fatty heard this, he hurriedly shouted loudly.

"Then we'll talk about it after you've ascended!" When Sun Wukong heard the fatty's pleading tone, he didn't pay any attention to him. He continued, "Alright, may I ask which room is mine? I'm going to rest now."

"Humph!" The entire Enlightenment Hall is mine. If you don't acknowledge me as your master, then don't stay here. " When the fatty heard this, his expression suddenly changed, and he pretended to be very aggressive as he said this.

"Oh? "Since you do not have my room, I will be leaving. I can even go and look for that little girl, Marten Chan, to loiter around?" After Sun Wukong heard the fatty's words, he looked at him in surprise. Then, he looked at the fatty and spoke in a teasing manner.

"No, no, no! "My good disciple, I was wrong. Speak, what do you want in order to stay?" When the fatty heard this, he felt like he was going to cry. He did not expect Sun Wukong to be this ruthless.

"Humph..." You think you can scare me?! " Upon seeing this, Sun Wukong coldly snorted and spoke to the fatty.

"Yes, yes, yes. I was wrong. Disciple, don't leave." When the fatty saw this, he hurriedly apologized.

"Don't call me that early. When did I admit that you're my master?" Sun Wukong was speechless as he listened to the fatty's words.

"Then what do you want, to be willing to admit that I'm your master?" Seeing this, the fat guy knew that begging was impossible. Sun Wukong didn't want to take it lying down, so he had no choice but to go all out.

"Tell me about it. What is the benefit of becoming your disciple?" Seeing this, Sun Wukong smirked craftily in his heart, "Hehehe, damn fatty, you've finally fallen for my trick. See if I'll beat you to death!"

"Benefits?" "Oh, so you want this. You should have told me earlier." When the fat man heard this, he immediately felt something was amiss. He quickly said, "I know how to refine pills and I can refine them. What pills and what magic treasures, I've prepared them for you." As the fatty spoke, it seemed as if he was very proud of being able to refine equipment and refine pills.

"Pills?" "Magic treasure?" Sun Wukong heard this and fell into deep thought for a moment.

It seemed that he also had a magic treasure in the past, the Ruyi Jingu Bang, interspatial ring. He didn't know why, but he had lost his Ruyi Jingu Bang. Should he look for it?

"Right, right!" I have medicinal pills and magical items. I have plenty! " That fat man looked at Sun Wukong and started to ponder as he listened to what Sun Wukong had to say. He thought, "Hehehe ?" "Kid, let me see. With the pills and magic treasures, I can't subdue you yet!"

"I don't need any pills, but what about treasures? What rank do you have? " Sun Wukong lightly said to the fatty.

"Eh ? Are you sure you don't need this pill?" When the fatty heard this, he immediately felt shocked and asked in surprise.

"Pills?" What is that thing? " Sun Wukong looked at the fatty as he asked doubtfully.

"Ugh ?" You don't even know what a pill is? Haven't you taken it before? " When the fatty heard this, he asked with a look of speechlessness.

"No. "What is a medicinal pill?" Sun Wukong asked in confusion.

"Hehehe ?" "Pills are pills that when your body's true energy is insufficient, in a short period of time, I can help you replenish it, or some pills can also be used to heal your injuries." As the fatty spoke, he looked at Sun Wukong proudly.

"Oh, when your zhenqi is running low, quickly replenish it. Is it really that fast?" With that said, Sun Wukong began to practice the five high grade immortal arts, Metal, Wood, Water, Fire and Earth. He directed the immortal arts to the outside world and began to rapidly absorb Zhen Qi.

"Boom ?"

With a muffled sound, the true energy within the entire Dark Hall suddenly started to boil. It turned into a storm of true energy that quickly rushed into Sun Wukong's body.

"Hiss ?" Seeing this, the fat guy couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air. His pupils contracted as he stared at Sun Wukong with a look of disbelief. He was extremely shocked and thought to himself, "Damn ?" What ? What technique is this? It's so terrifying! Could it be that this is the top quality celestial spell? "

"Hmm? Was it replenished that quickly? " Sun Wukong asked the fatty in confusion after he finished what he had just done.

"Ugh ?" "Yes, yes, almost, almost." That fatty stammered as he answered Sun Wukong, as if he had not yet calmed down from his shock. But in his heart, he was incomparably puzzled. Why did Sun Wukong follow the Highest Elder and train hard for a year, but his cultivation had actually advanced to such a small stage? However, at this moment, Fatty didn't dare to ask Sun Wukong, who hadn't admitted that he was Sun Wukong's master. He was afraid that Sun Wukong would discredit his position as the Supreme Elder and immediately ignore him.

"Oh, if it's more or less the same, then forget it. Tell me, what rank Magic Treasure do you have?" Hearing this, Sun Wukong looked at the fatty with a disdainful expression and said indifferently.

"I can prepare a top-grade spiritual tool for you. How about that? This is the highest grade spiritual tool in the entire cultivation world." As the fatty spoke, he knew that Sun Wukong might not like ordinary things. Thus, he decided to reveal the world of cultivation's most advanced magical equipment.

"Top grade spirit weapon?" Show it to me. " Hearing this, Sun Wukong spoke calmly.

"Alright, wait a moment." Seeing Sun Wukong's calm expression, even the fatty was shocked. He never expected Sun Wukong to be this calm.

As he spoke, a cyan light flashed in the fatty's hand. He took out a cyan colored large blade from nowhere. This large blade exuded a spiritual aura. On the body of the blade, there were engravings of exquisite patterns.

Afterwards, the fatty eagerly passed the large saber to Sun Wukong with a proud look, "My dear disciple, this blade is a top grade spirit artifact. I called it the Blue Sky Blood Drinking Saber. What do you think? Isn't it very domineering!"

"Oh, let me see." After that, Sun Wukong casually held the saber in his hand and waved it around a few times.

As the blade danced in Sun Wukong's hand, it left behind numerous afterimages as it danced in the air. The aura that it emitted was also extremely astonishing.

"It's too light, don't." As Sun Wukong spoke, he tossed the saber back to the fatty with a disdainful look.

After which, Sun Wukong seemed to recall something as he added, "Oh right, I like using sticks."

"A rod, ah. I only have low-grade spirit weapons." When the fatty heard this, he immediately felt somewhat embarrassed.

"It's a low grade spirit weapon. Who cares about it? Take it out and take a look." Sun Wukong looked at the fatty in front of him with a look of disdain.

"Okay, wait a minute." Seeing Sun Wukong insist, the fat man could only say this. A black light flashed in his hand again. This time it was a black stick. This stick clearly did not emit the same aura as the blue sword from earlier.

Following which, the fatty handed the stick to Sun Wukong. Sun Wukong took the stick and waved it in his hand a few times. However, he still felt that it was too light. Shaking his head, he turned to the fatty and said, "No, it's still too light."

"What!?" You still don't think it's appropriate! " When the fatty heard this, he was shocked. However, it was a good thing that he was a refiner. He had plenty of these things, and if things really didn't work out, he could just give him another one.

"You want something heavier?" The fat guy pondered for a moment before asking Sun Wukong.

"Yeah, there isn't." Sun Wukong asked.

"Yes, but it's not a stick, but it's about the same as a stick." The fat guy said mysteriously.

"What are you blabbering about? Take it out quickly!" Sun Wukong angrily said as he looked at the fatty's death look.

"Okay, okay, right away!" Seeing this, the fatty was also speechless. Who the hell is my master? Why does it feel like he's my disciple? However, there was nothing he could do about it. After all, Sun Wukong's talent was extremely high.

Very quickly, the fat man waved his hand again, and a halberd appeared in his hand, brimming with a baleful aura.

"Clang!" A loud sound rang out, and the moment the halberd appeared, Fatty shook the halberd first before slamming it onto the ground, causing a metallic sound to ring out.

Immediately after, Fatty's fat face trembled as he said, "Hehe ?" I imitated the long halberd according to the appearance of the ancient halberd. How about it? I added a large amount of black iron into it. Moreover, this is also a high grade spirit weapon. "

As the fatty spoke, he held the halberd in his hand with a bit of weight. He wiped off his sweat and smiled at Sun Wukong.

"Oh? Bring it here, let me see. " Seeing this, Sun Wukong's interest was piqued. He walked forward and grabbed the halberd from the fatty's hand. He waved it around vigorously a few times and said with great interest, "It's not bad, but it's still a little light!"

"What!?" It's still light. Just how much do you need? " That fatty almost cried when he heard this. That magical equipment was actually so picky? If this was in the past, if others were to ask him for a magical equipment, they would all have begged him. Why did it seem like the opposite today?