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"What?" Three moves from you! What a joke! " Instantly, Sun Wukong's heart skipped a beat as he looked at the fatty's serious expression.

"You are an old monster at the middle stage of the Thunder Calamity Realm, but I, at the middle stage of the Nascent Soul Stage, am an entire five realms above you. You want me to receive three moves from you? Are you kidding me? You want to kill me?!" For a moment, Sun Wukong cursed in his heart.

Sun Wukong never thought that this fatty, who usually looked so good and was also his master, would actually use him as a punching bag today. Am I still alive after taking three of your moves?

"What is that? Master, I am only in the Nascent Soul Stage, how could I withstand three moves from you? I don't even know if I can withstand one move." At this moment, Sun Wukong had a flirtatious expression on his face as he spoke to the fatty. However, despite his low heart, he was still cursing the fatty.

"If you can't handle it, fine then stay here for a year before you head out." When the fatty heard Sun Wukong's words, he did not even bother to look at the expression on Sun Wukong's face. Instead, he raised his head and spoke with a disdainful expression.

"Don't, one year is too long." Sun Wukong was speechless towards the fatty after hearing what he said. If he didn't even look at him, then what was the use of putting on an act? Thus, the reader Fatty begged him.

"You think it's too long? Alright, then I'll let you stay for one more year, and then I'll let you go out to gain more experience in two years." When the fatty heard Sun Wukong's disdainful expression, he immediately scratched his nose and said to Sun Wukong in an unbecoming manner.

"You! "Then what do you want me to do before you let me out?" Upon seeing this, Sun Wukong no longer pretended to be so. He immediately let go of his begging posture and gritted his teeth as he fiercely spoke to the fatty.

Didn't I say it just now? Take three of my moves! "Take it and I'll let you out. Forget about a year or two, I won't even stop you if you leave right now." Fatty picked his nose and spoke to Sun Wukong with a disdainful look on his face.

"Not three moves is not good, it's too much. Your cultivation is so much higher than mine, you can even kill me with a single move. Let alone three moves, this won't do!" When Sun Wukong heard the fatty's words, he immediately rejected his request.

"Come out of school. I won't use my Lightning Calamity cultivation to attack you. You're my disciple. It's not good if I beat you to death." As the fatty spoke, he flicked his hand, and the lump of nose poop that he had dug out on his finger was thrown away with a casual wave of his hand.

"You can't even suppress your cultivation. Who knows if you'll play tricks on me!" When Sun Wukong heard this, he immediately rejected the fatty. Seeing how uncivilized the fatty was and how ungraceful he was, he suddenly recalled that the fatty was not only a refiner, but also an alchemist. Sun Wukong felt a wave of disgust as he thought of this.

It was hard to tell if the fatty would pinch his nose when he was concocting pills, and then casually throw him out.

If that was the case, then wouldn't Fatty's medicinal pill be unclean ??

"I'm your master, how can I be cheating?" When the fatty saw Sun Wukong's disbelieving expression, he immediately shouted in anger.

"One move, and I must suppress my cultivation. Otherwise, I won't do it!" Seeing this, a thought suddenly flashed through Sun Wukong's mind. He quickly took a step back and said.

"Hehehe ?" One move, that's fine. " When the fatty heard this, he instantly revealed a sly smile.

It was as if he had already expected Sun Wukong to act like this. Moreover, this was exactly what he was looking forward to. Seeing this, Sun Wukong's heart trembled.

"My good disciple, you like to use sticks and weapons, right? Then I'll use a stick to show you what it feels like!" At this moment, the fat guy had a sinister look as he stared at Sun Wukong and spoke.

As the fatty spoke, he released his spiritual will. It was as if he was searching for something. Suddenly, a light flashed in his hand, and a pitch-black stick appeared in his hand.

As Sun Wukong looked at it, he suddenly felt a sense of familiarity. That's right, it was the low-rank spiritual tool that Fatty had taken out when he was going to take Sun Wukong as his disciple, a staff.

However, at that time, when Sun Wukong was playing around with the stick in his hand, he realized that it was not suitable for him at all, so he switched to a different fatty.

Suddenly, Sun Wukong released his spiritual will and searched through his interspatial ring. Suddenly, he found that his treasure, the Octoterra Divine Rod, had disappeared. In an instant, Sun Wukong was shocked as he stared at the fatty with wide eyes.

He thought to himself, "Damn..." Could it be that my Eight Desolations Freezing Sky Rod was taken away by that blue clothed man? That's not right, master isn't it? Did he kill her? "Could it be that someone had taken it for himself?"

Sun Wukong's mind was instantly filled with fantasies. Just as Sun Wukong's thoughts were in a state of chaos, the fatty who was at the side suddenly slapped his forehead and said to Sun Wukong, "Oh, right, I almost forgot. Are you looking for your Eight Desolations Freezing Sky Rod? I forgot to return it to you."

"Eh ?" Sun Wukong was speechless as he looked at the plump man.

"So it's him. He forgot to give it to me, causing me to be afraid for so long. I thought he had lost the Eight Desolations Freezing Sky Staff."

"However, he actually dropped it. That's still Fatty's dereliction of duty. When the time comes, I can go and trick him again and refine another one for myself. Hahaha ?" Immediately, Sun Wukong laughed lewdly in his heart.

As he spoke, a cold light flashed in the fatty's hand. Instantly, the Eight Desolations Freezing Sky Rod appeared in the fatty's hand. With a wave of his hand, the fatty tossed it over to Sun Wukong.

Reaching out his hand, Sun Wukong caught the Eight Desolations Freezing Sky Rod that the fat man threw to him. Sun Wukong instantly felt the wisps of true energy emitted by the Eight Desolations Freezing Sky Rod.

The Eight Desolations Freezing Sky Rod also seemed to sense it. It felt like Sun Wukong had suddenly appeared beside it. A dragon's roar sounded, as if it was trying to please him and returning to Sun Wukong's side.

After that, Sun Wukong, who had already taken over the Eight Desolations Freezing Sky Rod, did not say anything anymore. He bent down slightly and arched his back as if he was fighting. His eyes were sharp as he glared at the fat man.

"Hehehe ?" My dear disciple, be careful, master does not rely on his high cultivation base, your cultivation base is at the mid stage of Nascent Soul, then I will suppress my cultivation to the mid stage of Nascent Soul and let you take one blow! " When the fatty saw Sun Wukong's expression, he burst out in laughter. He revealed a trace of cunning.

As he spoke, he gripped the pitch-black staff tightly in his hand. Following which, his cultivation base erupted, and judging from his aura, he was only in the middle level of the Nascent Soul Stage.

How could the true qi stored in the Dantian of the middle stage of the Thunder Calamity be comparable to that of the middle stage of the Nascent Soul Stage? Even though he had suppressed a lot of his cultivation, in the end, he was more than ten times stronger than an ordinary mid stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

The fat guy brandished the pitch black stick in his hand and shouted at Sun Wukong, "I just want to let you know what it means to have respect for your teachers and to have someone stronger than you!"

"One Step Blue Cloud Staff!"

One staff, like water. Rain falls as it falls. The staff strikes down. One step toward the clouds!

Abruptly, the fat man's fat body, with a clench of his large hand, brandished the pitch black rod that completely matched his figure. Despite the suppression of his cultivation, he still unleashed it with all his strength. The powerful true energy within his Dantian gushed out like a surging river, looking extremely courageous and powerful.

Sun Wukong was startled upon hearing the fatty's roar. He immediately stopped waiting, not daring to wait any longer. After which, he could feel the chill emanating from the Eight Desolations Freezing Sky Pole in his hands.

In his heart, he suddenly chanted the Art of Overturning Rivers and Seas. Although Sun Wukong did not know what kind of spell it was exactly, he knew that it would definitely be accurate.

This was because every time Sun Wukong was released, he would do so. Compared to the time when Sun Wukong first came to the Tristar Crescent Tomb, the six techniques he had obtained in the Scripture Pavilion far surpassed it.

Thus, at this moment, Sun Wukong obviously wouldn't give up on such an unfathomable and profound skill.

Suddenly, the true energy within Sun Wukong's dantian gushed out and his cultivation level also erupted. Sun Wukong's expression turned ferocious as he shouted, "Flipping River Flipping Rod!"

At this moment, Sun Wukong directly unleashed his strongest battle power. Sun Wukong knew that his master was at the middle stage of the Thunder Tribulations. Even if his cultivation were to erupt with full power, in front of Sun Wukong, his full-power attack would only be an itch.

"In the east, the ice and snow shall scatter; in the west, all kinds of things shall be destroyed; in the fury of the drums, rocks shall fly; the rivers and seas shall be turned upside down!"

"One rod to overturn the river, one rod to overturn the sea!"

"Flipping River Staff!"

In a split-second, the Eight Desolations Freezing Sky Rod in Sun Wukong's hand burst out with dazzling rays of light, shooting out rays of cold light in all directions. Waves of berserk true energy recklessly sprayed out from his hand.

It was as if a powerful attack was brewing on top of the Eight Desolations Freezing Sky Rod.

"Screech ~ ~" Not bad, not bad at all! " At this moment, the fat guy who held onto the tiny black stick, and had a huge body, looked at Sun Wukong's appearance. His face did not reveal a trace of surprise.

It was all a common occurrence, and he didn't have much experience with it.

It could only be said that Sun Wukong's appearance, when compared to Sun Wukong's appearance, was comparable to that of an invincible existence at the same level. If Sun Wukong was truly fighting with a middle level Nascent Soul stage cultivator, then the person who was fighting Sun Wukong had long been suppressed to the point that he almost pissed his pants by the explosive aura of Sun Wukong.

How could it be possible for them to fight against Sun Wukong? However, all of this, with Fatty's help, was completely gone.

Fatty, the middle stage of the Lightning Calamity is about at the peak of this cultivation world, what kind of imposing aura has he not seen before? Even a little middle stage Nascent Soul cultivator like you dares to come and threaten me, and when I release my power to suppress you, you will be nothing but a piece of meat on a chopping block. How can I be afraid of you?

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