The uncle was strangled by the neck, and it seemed that he was about to lose his breath.

His face turned redder and redder, and he felt so dizzy that he almost fainted.

"Boss, he started to roll his eyes..."

The man spoke angrily, still holding his hands tightly.

"You idiot! Use a magic weapon to imprison him, don't strangle him to death!"

"Oh!"

The man responded, then found a restraining ring and put it around the uncle's neck, and then he let go.

Snap!

The uncle fell directly to the ground. The rocks in the cave were not very hard. He was not injured by the fall, but he still felt his head buzzing.

Cough...cough cough cough...

Large mouthfuls of air poured into the person, causing him to cough violently and ignore his headache.

Alive... alive.

The uncle breathed greedily, lying on the ground, taking this opportunity to sense his body. Only then did he realize that all the magic power was gathered in the Dantian, restrained by a force and unable to be mobilized.

He recognized the situation clearly and lay on the ground without getting up in a hurry.

"Good guy, what are you trying to do for me?"

The man with two thick metal arms became anxious, muttering in his mouth, and the huge tattooed claw marks that spread from his neck to his face trembled.

Obviously he didn't want to give his uncle any time, so he stepped forward and pinched the back of his neck while he was lying on the ground, and lifted him up directly.

The fat on the uncle's face that had been loose for many years suddenly tightened.

This time he deserves a free facelift.

"Old guy..."

The man was muttering in his mouth, pinching his neck from behind, pulling it up a long way, and leading him forward.

The uncle saw the people standing in front of him.

Where did these guys come from...

He felt that his cognition had been impacted. The person in front of the crowd seemed to be the leader. His head was turning 360 degrees and finally stopped. This was a normal human head with facial features and hair.

Everything is normal.

But under the head, all the exposed skin shines with a dark metallic color.

It feels like a human head is mounted on a movable metal statue.

The other monks behind him all had various metal parts installed on their bodies, and some of them looked almost human-like.

It is like a human being composed of metal and flesh, completely separated from the normal species.

The leader took a few steps forward, and there was no creaking sound of metal friction as the uncle had imagined.

He didn't make a sound, he was just lifted like this, without the ability to resist.

"Who are you?" the leader asked, staring closely at him and meeting the uncle's eyes.

"I am a monk of the Five-Faced Buddha Sect."

The uncle realized that he was out of control and answered the question, as if his words and thoughts were not under his control.

He was surprised and couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"Very good." The leader nodded.

His eyes became stern, he stared at the uncle, and continued to ask: "Why do you appear here? Who sent you here? Tell me in detail."

The uncle wanted to resist lying, but found that his mouth was completely uncontrollable, so he recounted his escape in detail.

When he told how he got out of the manure pit in order to escape for his life, he immediately burst into laughter.

"Hahahahaha...quack, quack, quack..."

Everyone's laughter was different. Among them was the man who was carrying his uncle. His two extremely thick arms could not help but tremble violently when he laughed.

He threw the uncle to the ground.

Fortunately, Bo Chang stretched his legs and did not fall down. There was a trace of embarrassment on his face.

The leader was also smiling, so the control on the uncle was released.

He stopped speaking and looked at these strange monks at a loss.

The leader's head began to rotate rapidly again, making a cackle of laughter.

"What a man, hahahaha..."

"Who says it's not..."

They laughed heartily until the leader stopped laughing and everyone stopped.

It seems like it has been trained and rehearsed in advance.

Such a strange scene made the uncle shudder.

The leader stopped his head in front, looked at the uncle, and continued to exert pressure: "You continue to speak."

The uncle realized that he was out of control again, so he simply stopped resisting.

After listening to the uncle's detailed account, the leader's eyes became glazed over and the corners of his mouth turned up in a strange arc.

"Five-faced Buddha Sect, there is still a time like this. Back then, I was pursued and killed with no way to go to heaven and no way to earth!"

The leader's voice was filled with cruelty, and he stared at the uncle fiercely.

The uncle, who had become a mature man, immediately realized that something was wrong. He knelt down on the ground and said urgently: "Sir, I am old and ignorant and have gone astray. I am willing to do my best for you."

The thick arm on the side couldn't help but snorted, the disdain on his face undisguised.

On the other hand, the leader actually smiled and said, "Are you really willing?"

"My lord, it is absolutely true. I will never give up and I am willing to be driven."

The uncle knelt on the ground and bowed down as if pounding garlic.

"Get up and take back the hypocrisy of your monks on the ground. Don't call me Sir. Just call me Captain Steel Body. You can also call me Boss."

The uncle stood up, almost unable to believe that he survived like this. Just as he was secretly happy, Gang Shen continued to speak: "Since you want to join my army, you must be strong enough. It's also your good.

If you are lucky, I will transform you first and improve your cultivation."

As Gang Shen spoke, he looked at the man next to the uncle and said, "Thick arm, please help me."

"Okay, boss."

With a single stroke of his thick arms, he caught the uncle under his arm.

An extremely strong pungent smell, like the smell of metal corrosion, poured into the uncle's mouth and nose. He endured it and said: "Boss, how can I improve my strength?"

As the steel body strode forward, his head turned 180 degrees smoothly, and said: "What can you do with your foundation-building cultivation? I will help you improve to the pill-formation cultivation."

"Boss, I won't say thank you for your kindness, I will serve you to the death."

Although the uncle said this, he had a bad feeling in his heart.

The uncle was holding the uncle under his thick arms and followed behind the steel body. The uncle had no choice but to let him move.

The steel body walked into a flat area, where a bed collapsed. He turned his head, faced the thick arm, and said: "Put him here, you are responsible for operating the axe."

"Yes, boss."

Thick arms put the uncle on the bed.

The bed collapsed with a creak, and then the uncle saw the thick arm taking a huge ax the size of a millstone and glowing coldly from the steel body.

……

Xiwen Temple, outer city area.

Shan Chun strode among the crowds of people. Whenever he saw a monk riding a dragon colt, he couldn't help but smile lightly, and then he took the initiative to approach him.

Some monks who had recognized Shan Chun a long time ago quietly avoided him for fear of being implicated.

In the past few days, Shan Chun wandered around the outer city from morning to night, fighting several battles a day and killing more than fifty opponents in total.

Among them, there are more than thirty ordinary casual cultivators and more than ten cave killers.

This has also contributed to its great reputation.

The maintenance team in the city is dedicated to following Shan Chun and is near him, ready to help clean up the battlefield at any time.

With one enemy against many, no one will be defeated.

Some monks who came to Xiwen Temple simply stayed in the city and waited to see how things would end.

Whether it is a fatwa secretly sent to the casual cultivators by hostile forces or a fatwa from cave forces, it has the opposite effect right now.

Shan Chun, as the new generation anti-banner disciple promoted by the Zhuye line, has really made a name for himself.
To be continued...