Mushroom Man

Chapter 77: The Sword is Unsheathed, the Show Begins (Alliance Leader Extra)

Yan Zhaodi!

This name...

Wu Liang remained calm, but there were some ripples in his heart.

At this moment, he seemed to have guessed something.

The fog that had originally shrouded his heart had now dissipated.

A mushroom beast that lives in a formless heritage, but has a human name.

And this name seems to be related to the Yan family in Zhaodi Town.

Good words, understanding, able to refine mushrooms, and knows how to kill...

All the previous doubts about the beast seem to have a reasonable explanation.

However, Wu Liang was not completely sure, and he needed to find someone to verify the guess in his mind.

"Since the surname is Yan, I think the Yan family should know something..."

Wu Liang thought to himself, then said goodbye to Yan Zhaodi, and used the Wuxiang Order to send himself back to Chunxiang Tower.

As luck would have it, he had just returned to Chunxiang Tower when he received a message from Master Wen in the form of a paper crane.

"Tell the person behind you that it's done."

"He said earlier that after I resolve this matter, I will give you another gift. I wonder if this is true?"

The simple brushwork on the paper crane mushroom is exactly the work of Master Wen.

Seeing this, Wu Liang's mouth corners slightly raised.

It seems that his plan is going quite smoothly.

He has been on the defensive for some time, and now it's time to fight back.

"Just as I expected, Master Wen really managed to deal with Patriarch Wang."

"Now that we've solved the problem, I think Wu Xingzhe, this chess piece, will most likely act as I expect."

The big chess game in Wu Liang's mind has already taken shape.

The three white chess pieces represented by Wu Xingzhe, Nun Wen, and Clan Leader Wu were now hanging above the black chess pieces.

Just wait for his order, and then the sword will be drawn to severely damage the black chess piece.

Of course, the black pieces are powerful, and only three white pieces are not enough to kill them.

But cutting off one of his arms shouldn't be a problem.

"Doctor Mo, Doctor Mo..."

"The first head I unsheathe my sword with, I'll use to test my power on you."

"Until you die, I can't sleep peacefully, for fear that you might hear what I say in my sleep."

Wu Liang shook his head and made up his mind.

At the moment, he couldn't be sure when the Buddhist monks would come.

He must do everything he can to avenge his blood debt from the abbot before the Buddhists arrive, and then escape unscathed.

Now we can’t wait any longer, we can’t delay any longer, it’s time to officially blow the horn of revenge!

Thinking of this, Wu Liang immediately took out three paper crane mushrooms from his dantian.

These paper crane mushrooms were all collected by him from various independent mushroom cultivators through Mother Jia.

Paper crane mushrooms are popular among mushroom chefs because of their convenient communication, good quality and low price.

Compared to the message mushroom that costs more than a hundred drops of silver water, a second-level paper crane mushroom only costs twenty drops of silver water.

Wu Liang was wealthy, so he bought five at once, which he thought would be enough to deal with various situations.

About an incense stick later...

Wu Liang wrote furiously, filling the paper with the names of three crane mushrooms, and sent them to the Wu clan leader, Wu Xingzhe, and Nun Wen respectively.

After doing all this, he did not forget to find the Yan family to verify the matter of Yan Zhaodi.

"The only person the Yan family is familiar with is Yan Wuxin. I think as the young patriarch, he should know something."

Thinking of this, Wu Liang wrote a letter and summoned the eighteen bronze men to give it to Yan Wuxin.

Just at this time, there was a wedding in Zhaodi Town, and a troupe of actors was invited to play drums and gongs, making the event very lively.

Wu Liang stood with his hands behind his back, looking down through the window at the opera troupe passing by downstairs, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

"Now it all depends on whether I can give the abbot an unexpected surprise..."

……

the other side.

Formless inheritance.

The third floor of the Bronze Tower... "The frenzy of punches and kicks was like a strong wind sweeping away fallen leaves!"

Yan Wuxin was here and spoke loudly.

He was waving a folding fan and shaking his head as if he was telling a story.

As he finished speaking, pens and ink began to fly in the air.

I saw a three-turn beast jumping up and down, dodging the fists and feet formed by pen and ink.

"The flying kicks are like the gust of wind, like a horse stepping on a flying swallow."

"The shadow of the stick flies like a tiger, like a dragon emerging from the sea."

"The flash of swords and sabers dazzles the eyes, like lightning breaking through the darkness."

Yan Wuxin kept talking and repeated three sentences in a row.

In an instant, a series of flying kicks, flying sticks, and flashes of swords and sabers appeared one by one.

The third-level evil beast was unable to withstand it, let out a mournful cry, and died on the spot.

"it is good!"

"Friend Yan, you are so talented at such a young age. I was right about you."

"It's been less than half a day, and you've already killed two evil beasts, one middle and one young. It's worth it that I made an exception and sent you to the third floor."

"If you keep up this pace, my Wuxiang inheritance will belong to you."

The voice of the formless will then rang out.

Yan Wuxin looked humble and bowed to everyone around him.

"It was just luck. I have to thank Senior Wuxiang for his appreciation. Otherwise, I would still be wasting my time on the first floor."

"Oh, right……"

"Senior Wuxiang hasn't told me yet. Since you are real, then what is the fake Wuxiang Will in the first layer?"

"Could it be that some audacious person is using your name to defraud people?"

There is indeed a very daring person...

Upon hearing this, Wuxiang Yishi sneered inwardly.

However, he was not prepared to tell Yan Wuxin about Wu Liang.

His main purpose was to escape from the predicament. Whether it was Wu Liang or Yan Wuxin, they were all his pawns.

He certainly wouldn't give up another chess piece that could help him escape from trouble just for the sake of one chess piece.

He should bet on both sides.

Then Wuxiang Yizhi hesitated for only a moment before speaking again.

"No, the first level of false will is not something that is too daring."

"It's just a beast..."

"A black beast?" Yan Wuxin was stunned when he heard that.

"Yes, it's the Black Beast."

"That beast was an alien. To gain freedom and no longer be trapped here, it tried every possible way to break free from my control."

"And it also stole control of the first two floors of the bronze tower."

"Now it's using my name just to deceive you and find a chance to escape from the Bronze Tower."

The formless will tells lies without thinking, and speaks lies without blushing or beating its heart.

With just a few words, he beat Wu Liang like a wild beast.

Yan Wuxin heard what he said and seemed to be thinking about something.

He did not dwell on it too much, but quickly focused his attention on the present.

Now he is ahead of everyone else and has become the first person to enter the third floor.

If he could seize this opportunity, his Yan family might be able to overwhelm Songzi Temple and become the sole overlord of Zhaodi Town.

Yan Wuxin couldn't hide his excitement when he thought of this.

He took a deep breath and calmed down, then he peeled off the face of the third-level evil beast.

This three-turn evil beast has the face of a middle-aged woman.

Yan Wuxin was familiar with the situation and took advantage of it without hesitation.

In a moment, his face vaguely showed some imperceptible changes.

A sense of enchanting beauty arises spontaneously.

And Yan Wuxin was also completely unaware of this...

(End of this chapter)