This giant was also naked from the waist up. He was still wearing a big cloak in the small blacksmith shop that looked like the inside of a volcano.

He was carrying a huge wine barrel in his hand, which filled the entire backyard space like a big stone mound.

The lightning flashed and the illumination lasted for a long time, and the muscles of his big arms were vaguely visible. They were huge and big, so big that they could hold up three heads of the man who just took the knife to kill the pig!

"belch"

The sound of heavy wine belches, the accompanying strong smell of alcohol, and a nasal sound of "um" responded to Cao Erzhu's call, and also pointed out that it was still time for dad to wake up.

Cao Erzhu took a deep breath and said loudly:

"Dad!

"I have mastered the God Punishment and Punishment Tribulation. I have also mastered the six transformations of the Divine Mind. I have also learned the last and twelfth level of your 'Gentleman's Hammer Technique'. The body of the throne cannot be upgraded anymore."

, there is also the realm of spirit refining, and I am also in the throne realm..."

"Hiccup!" A wine burp interrupted Cao Erzhu's spellcasting, followed by a voice that was as thick as a murmur but as thick as thunder, "Let's talk about... the important point, burp!"

Cao Erzhu shuddered and said weakly: "Dad, I, I want to go out."

"Where to go?"

"Get out, get out."

"How far?"

"Quite, quite far."

"How soon will you be back?"

"No, I don't know..."

There was a bang.

There was a muffled thunder explosion in the blacksmith shop, followed by two electric rays of light that crisscrossed and swooped in: "Er Zhu, what are you talking about?"

Cao Erzhu didn't dare to meet his father's gaze at all. He turned his head and knocked on the iron block. Thinking of the heroic spirit of "EMI exchanged for my eight masters", he said with all his strength: "I actually want to go to the outside world... and take a look~"

"Who will support me if you leave?" In the darkness, a voice as thick as thunder sounded again.

Cao Erzhu stopped hammering and scratched his head with the big red hammer, his eyes filled with confusion: "It seems to be the same..."

"belch!"

Another heavy wine burp, the backyard giant gurgled and drank from the wine barrel, then threw it away, wiped his mouth and sobered up a lot, and said:

"It's too dangerous outside. Have you been deceived by your eighth uncle? What he said just now was to deceive a kid like you into going to die."

"How old are you? Even if you master what you just said, do you know how dangerous the spirit refining world is outside?"

Cao Erzhu shrank his neck, his eyes full of curiosity: "How dangerous is it?"

The giant in the backyard sighed, but this time he didn't curse outright, but said seriously:

"Your eighth uncle was born to be able to fight against the Grand Master, and Taixu was able to fight against the Holy Emperor, but he was still beaten to death for decades. How dangerous is it outside?

"The world of spirit refining is full of geniuses like your eighth uncle! And your eighth uncle couldn't beat me back then!

"Can you beat me? If not, can you go out and deliver food?"

Cao Erzhu was obedient.

He can't even beat his father with one hand, how can he beat those geniuses outside?

But according to rumors, there aren’t that many geniuses like Uncle Eight?

The backyard giant wearing a big cloak seemed to know what his child was thinking, and his cold snort was like thunder, causing smoke and dust to roll down from the ceiling:

"What's the use of listening to your neighbors' bullshit?

"Your father and I are from the same era as your eighth uncle. You don't listen to me, but you listen to legends?"

Cao Erzhu felt ashamed. What his father said was very reasonable and literate.

The backyard giant seemed to want to completely give up the idea of ​​his son running away from home. After a pause, he asked: "Have you mastered the secret of thunder?"

"Not even close." Cao Erzhu was so humble and ashamed that he blushed.

"Hmph! You haven't mastered the mysteries yet, and you still want to go out and have fun?"

Dad’s sarcasm is still as heart-piercing as ever:

"The outside world is full of mysteries! I can easily give you an example of Bazunzhen and Yumo. Think about how terrifying those people are?

"Geniuses are everywhere, why don't you go out and hang yourself?

"You haven't even mastered a single secret. How dare you mention that you want to leave? You don't even know how to write the word 'death'!"

Cao Erzhu had tears in his eyes when he heard this, and finally gave up the ridiculous thoughts in his mind. The world of spirit refining is really scary.

"I see……"

"Don't even think about going out. I'm out of wine. I'll go get some from the wine cellar."

"Oh, okay."

Watching his little baby walking to the basement, Cao Yihan fell into deep thought.

"EMI exchanges for me the Eight Masters...

"Haha, that's crazy! Are you announcing that you are coming back?"

He turned over and tried to stand up.

But as soon as his body moves, the Qi Sea Saint Yuan explodes like thunder, and he is about to wake up.

The surging power surged out from the limbs and bones, as if to break through the layers of shackles...

"grass!"

Cao Yihan cursed angrily and lay down again.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he tore off the iron ring around his neck. There were nine tokens hanging on the iron ring, each with the word "forbidden" written on it.

As soon as you hold it with your hands, you will crush it and let out your breath.

But in the end, Cao Yihan endured it.

"Nine of these bullshit prohibitions on martial arts can't suppress the semi-saint realm. Dao Qiongtian, you are a waste!" The giant in the backyard pointed at the ceiling and yelled:

"Slut, tell me not to move, and then I'll bring you some wine!"

…

at the same time.

Because of a golden edict from the Holy Emperor, and because of the sentence "A hundred generations have given me eight acquaintances."

Almost everyone from the previous era heard this declaration:

"I'm back!"

This time, he is no longer just talking to the Holy Temple, nor is he just a vague figure, standing behind the battle between the saints and being the mastermind behind the scenes.

Instead, the Eight Saint Slaves solemnly declared to the five regions of the continent:

"I'm back!"

If the lingering sound of the last Yunlun Mountain Saint Power Spraying Treasure brought to the world a bubble-like image of disillusionment, many people thought but did not dare to confirm whether the Eight Masters had really recovered from their fallen state.

Then this time when the Holy Emperor’s golden edict came out, no one disbelieved it!

The sword cultivators from the Eastern Region were reveling in the excitement, while the Half-Saints from the Five Regions were trembling...

The founder of the martyrdom, the Eight Masters, knew who he was. It was high in the sky at Guyin Cliff. After the edict was announced, he lost the protection of the Holy Emperor's power. If the meteor fell, it hit him straight back.

"unlucky."

One second the water ghost was still immersed in the aura and artistic conception created by the Eight Masters. The next second he looked at the imageless "Old Eight Sword Immortals" coming at him, and his mouth was filled with anger.

So weak!

He raised his hand and the water flow caught the helpless Bazunzi, preventing him from being smashed into pieces of flesh and dying. The water ghost let out a long sigh.

"Water, water..."

Bazunzi seemed to have been drained dry. After he stood up, he was so weak that his voice had no strength.

Cen Qiaofu hid his face and handed over the wine bottle without saying a word, as if he had no face to face the current state of the person who issued the Golden Edict of the Holy Emperor.

"GuluGulu~"

Ba Zunzhen took several sips of medicinal wine before he felt that his weak body had regained some strength. He finally no longer looked like a soft-footed shrimp.

"Rumble..."

There was the sound of explosions in the air.

The eight wise men raised their eyes and saw that the city in the sky, which had descended from the sky, was falling towards this direction.

The ancient city fell so fast that it would probably kill everyone here in less than half a stick of incense.

"Close the Internet cafe."
To be continued...