But the problem is that it is normal for me to carve it badly. It is really embarrassing to carve it like this.

"I said fat man, you are at this level? You often make mechanisms. I thought your hands are so flexible, but it turns out that they are at this level." Zheng Shiyi said, his eyes falling on Peng Junyue's thick fingers, and he said with an understanding look: "I understand. Even if you have thick hands, you can't make fine things."

Peng Junyue immediately turned around and glared at Zheng Shiyi and said, "Old Shiyi, don't bother me here. Fatty Master, no matter how bad my eagle is, I am better than yours. At least Fatty Master can see the facial features clearly. What about your... your nose and mouth are connected together."

"Don't worry if you are connected or not, at least there are. Moreover, I, the eagle man, have healthy limbs, unlike yours, what about your left arm? Why is it gone? Did you cut it off?" Zheng Shiyi laughed at Peng Junyue mercilessly.

"What do you know? Does the incomplete ones understand perfectly? This is art. Also, Fatty is working in the mechanism to win, not to look good. As long as the mechanism can be used, who cares whether it looks good or not.

Of course, Fat Master is also full of artistic atmosphere, but you can't appreciate it. Forget it, Fat Master is just one that you can appreciate." Peng Junyue looked at Zheng Shiyi with a provocative look and said, "Let's do it again, compare, do you dare, Lao Shiyi."

"I'm not as shameless as you. Even though I'm doing this, I still insist on art." Zheng Shiyi Bachelor said: "I admit it. I don't have this talent, so I can't do it."

"If you can't do it, don't do it anymore. You can walk around the city." The Killing King finally stopped laughing and waved his hand at Zheng Shiyi and Zheng Shiyi could wander around the city at will.

"That Shiyi will take his leave first." Zheng Shiyi quickly turned around and was about to leave, but stopped and looked at Peng Junyue again.

"Old Shiyi, don't look at Fat Master. Fat Master wants to do it again. When you come back, you must let you know what art is." Peng Junyue shouted to Zheng Shiyi with a confident look on his face. He really made a mistake when he just did it. On weekdays, he pursues results when he works in institutions, and never pursues appearances.

In addition, when he first carved wood carvings, he used the techniques he used to do in many mechanisms, which destroyed a lot of wood, which made his carving so hidden.

On weekdays, he always needs to experiment when doing institutions. He often does something wrong. If he fails, it doesn’t matter if he fails. Just try again.

Now, he will continue to try.

Besides, the rare and free trial materials are not used in vain.

"Okay, you continue to study your art slowly, but I think when I come back, what I see should still be a terrible wood carving." Zheng Shiyi said with contempt, turned around and walked to the distance.

The King of Killing took out another piece of wood of about the same size as before and handed it to Peng Junyue, and chuckled, "Now, there are not many people who like carving like you now."

Not many? You have seen fewer people.

Peng Junyue complained in his heart that you don’t see anyone on weekdays, how do you know that there are not many such people? However, for the sake of your free wood, Fatty Master will not be concerned about you.

Peng Junyue was whispering in his heart, but he took the wood honestly and carved it again. This time, he was much more careful than the last time. While carving, he sighed: "Kill King, your little world is really good, where did you get it?"

"Gived by the Lord." When the King of Killing said the word "The Lord", his tone became different again.

"Give it from the Lord?" Peng Junyue looked at the King of Killing with envy. It was also a human being, why was the gap so big? The Lord gave it to people, such as sharp swords and precious swords, which are the most common, and then it was given to some land.

But when someone killed the king, he directly obtained a small world. This is life!

Peng Junyue looked around with admiration. After looking around for a while, he sighed and said, "This small thousand world seems so big. But the Lord gave such a small thousand world, are you wasting it like that?"

The Killing King was stunned for a moment, then stood up from the seat, looked at Peng Junyue curiously and asked, "You said this is a waste, so what is not a waste? Let's listen."

"It's simple." Peng Junyue simply put down the carving knife in his hand and said with anticipation: "It's such a big, small world, so we must build a city.

Of course, what I am talking about is not like this, it is a real city, a big city! Since it is a big city, there will naturally be people, so there will be countless people.

Then, if it were me, I would choose to be the overlord of this small world, the only overlord. Then, if it was the fish countryside, if it was the fish countryside, it would be the male and female. If it was the male and female, it would be the male and female. It would be satisfying to think about it!”

"You are real enough." Killing Wang chuckled and shook his head, and said with a smile: "But even if you do that, you will be just a person in the end. You are not a real god!"

"It doesn't matter whether I am myself, as long as those people in the small world believe it." Peng Junyue still looked expectant on his face, as if he was looking forward to such a day.

"You kid, you can comfort yourself, or fantasize yourself, and then make yourself happy, it's really fun." The Killing King seemed to feel that Peng Junyue was more and more interesting, and the smile on his face became deeper.

Peng Junyue disagreed and said, "Maybe someone has used or even fantasized my method. You think that the powerful people of ancient times and the biography of them were also written by the powerful and the victors.

Maybe, those so-called ancient powerful people and true gods used me to make others think that they were true gods, powerful people or something.”

Peng Junyue paused for a moment, and his face returned to a little serious. "Of course, there is another possibility. We think we are very powerful, but in the eyes of those rumors, ancient powerful people, true gods, etc., we may be like ants."

"I hope this is not the case." The King of Killing said with a serious expression: "If that is the case, it would be too terrifying."

"No one knows what the real situation is." Peng Junyue shrugged calmly and said, "So, we have to make ourselves comfortable first and have fun first."

The king of Killing was silent when he heard the sound. He ignored Peng Junyue, but turned around and took out a piece of wood to carve it.

"Is this... a carved pig?"

Peng Junyue only looked at it for a while and then confirmed that the king of Killing was a pig. Although he had just started carving, he always felt that the moment the pig was carved, it might really be able to survive!

Zheng Shiyi was walking on the street and felt as if he was walking in a city. The wood carvings in front of him were lifelike, as if there were hawkers selling their belongings, pedestrians were talking to each other or bargaining with hawkers.

This is like a real lively market, with wood carvings showing the various aspects of life and revealing...

Zheng Shiyi suddenly felt something again, and suddenly turned around and looked behind him, his eyes falling on the wood carvings on the street.

The countless wood carvings, each person carved differently, but the countless wood carvings do not have a single repetition, and each person's movements are also different. They seem to be just doing some of the simplest movements in life.

But when you look closely, these wood carvings give people a different feeling.

"Fisting... This is not an ordinary wood carving, this is a set of boxing techniques!"

Zheng Shiyi turned around and walked back to the entrance of the street. The statues slowly looked at each other, and walked slowly step by step, but it felt like he was watching a peerless master performing his boxing skills.

Boxing.

Not only this street, but also this wood carvings carved on each street are a set of boxing techniques.

Some of these boxing techniques are full of endless killing aura, some are as gentle as water, and some are extremely profound and profound. With his current cultivation level, some are somewhat incomprehensible, while others are the simplest and most basic introductory boxing techniques.

Zheng Shiyi walked through streets all the way until the sunset gradually set, but still had not finished every street in the city. The city seemed to have no end, and I don’t know how big it was.

"This is a city where the King of Killing carved out of wood, but it is so big. I really don't know how much time it took to carve into such a city."

Zheng Shiyi looked up at the sky and turned back.

The Killing King was still in the street where he was before, carving the wooden pig in his hand intently. When he heard footsteps, he didn't even raise his head. While carving, he said, "I'm back."

"Yes, I'm back. Senior, your city is too big." Zheng Shiyi looked at the wood carvings around him and couldn't help but sigh: "I don't know how big your city is, but I feel that this city seems to be endless."

"No matter how big it is, it will end. But I don't know how big this city is. After all, I have been doing it for too long." The King of Killing finally stopped the carving knife in his hand and raised his head.

Zheng Shiyi solemnly bowed towards the direction of killing the king and thanked him: "Thank you for your advice, I will benefit a lot from this city."

Although the Killing King didn't say much, the various boxing techniques on the streets were the best guidance.

"It all depends on you, I didn't give you any advice." The King of Killing raised his hand and pointed to the terrible wood carving that Zheng Shiyi had carved before and said, "I think this is the first time you have carved it yourself, take it away as a souvenir."
Chapter completed!