Lord of Civilizations

Chapter 177 Lame and Fool!
dusk.

a small town.

on a side street.

This place was originally a snack street, but perhaps as night approached, most of the stalls were closed.

There is only one wonton shop left.

"Boss, bring me a bowl of wontons!"

Mo Wen sat on the chair in front of the wonton shop.

"My lord, I'm sorry, it's getting late, the little old man is ready to close the stall..."

The little old man in the wonton shop said with some embarrassment.

"It's okay! I eat fast, so I won't waste your time!"

Mo Wen said.

"This... ok!"

The little old man then started serving wontons.

A strong fragrance emanates from the soup pot, which makes people's appetite greatly increased.

"Boss, your wontons are delicious!"

Mo Wen praised.

The little old man said proudly.

"Young master, I'm not bragging with you. I've been making wontons for decades, and within a radius of tens of miles, you will never find a better one than mine!"

"Then it's the right time for me to come today!"

Mo Wen laughed.

Soon.

A bowl of delicious wontons was served.

It wasn't until this moment that Mo Wen discovered that the owner of the wonton shop was actually a lame man.

He was taken aback for a moment, then smiled dumbly.

Picking up a spoon, scooped up a wonton from the oily clear soup.

He didn't eat it either, he just admired it.

"What a wonton! It's crystal clear and fragrant! It's a pity..."

"What a pity?"

the little old man asked with a smile.

"It's a pity that it was poisoned!"

Mo Wen said.

"Mr. Mo, you have wronged the little old man! The little old man didn't poison the wontons. After decades of craftsmanship, wouldn't the poisoning ruin my brand? I just added something to the aroma. That's all." The little old man still had a smile on his face.

"Oh? So I've been poisoned?"

Mo Wen asked.

"If it is as expected, Mr. Mo should have been poisoned."

The little old man said with a smile.

"Haha! Then I have to try this wonton!"

Mo Wen smiled and ate the wonton from the soup spoon in one bite. He gave the little old man a thumbs up.

"As expected of decades of craftsmanship, this wonton is really well made!"

"It's the little old man's greatest honor to be appreciated by Mr. Mo!"

The little old man smiled brighter this time, his eyes almost narrowed into a line.

Mo Wen laughed and continued eating wontons.

He really did what he said, eating very fast. After a while, he ate a bowl of wontons and even finished the soup.

He let out a contented sigh.

"Wouldn't it be a pity if you can't eat such a good wonton in the future?"

The little old man blinked and said.

"Mr. Mo wants to eat it, so it is naturally possible to eat it in the future!"

"Really?"

Mo Wen was noncommittal.

"If I'm not mistaken, your Excellency is the crippled man, right? What about the fool? He should be here too! And the legendary King of Killers, if he comes, come out and meet him! "

The small voice instantly spread throughout the small street.

The side street was silent.

Soon.

Suddenly there was a sound of metal tearing the ground from the left direction, accompanied by the sound of dull footsteps, it seemed that a huge monster was coming from here.

It was a big fat man over two meters long, and he walked over step by step with a dull expression on his face.

He was holding a thick iron chain in his hand. A large iron ball was connected to each end of the iron chain. The iron ball was covered with spikes the size of a thumb.

The sound of the metal tearing the ground was made by this thing sliding across the ground.

When Mo Wen saw this thing, his eyelids twitched.

If you are hit by this thing, you might need hundreds of yuan of power to recover!

Needless to say, just looking at this big fat man's demented appearance, one can tell that he must be a fool among the five deficiencies.

Unexpectedly, the titles of today's disabled and five missing actually correspond to each person one by one.

Blind, deaf, dumb, lame, fool.

The real blind, deaf, dumb, lame and foolish.

Compared with the blind, deaf and dumb, the lame and the fool are obviously stronger!

The cripple seemed to have used some kind of secret method just now, and Mo Wen failed to notice his strength, but now that he removed the secret method, Mo Wen immediately understood his strength.

First-class pinnacle level!
The cripple is a real first-rate peak player, not like the blind, deaf, or dumb, relying on some kind of stunt to be comparable to a first-rate peak player.

It is very difficult for Mo Wen to measure the strength of such a person.

All I know is that this cripple's strength is definitely stronger than that of ordinary first-rate peak experts!
And fools...

He seems to be practicing some kind of horizontal martial arts, and his aura is like a wild beast, and he seems to be a bit stronger than the cripples!
Mo Wen looked at the fool and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Although he hasn't fought yet, he has a feeling that this fool's strength may be greater than his!

"It shouldn't be just because of the cultivation technique, this idiot should also be gifted!"

Speaking of exercises, Mo Wen doesn't think that in this two-star world, there is any horizontal exercise method that can improve strength more than the Yuanshijing he practiced.

The Yuanli he cultivated from the Yuanshijing has already begun to strengthen his whole body, building eight layers of foundations, and the strength he possesses has reached [-] jin!

Beast Lingxiu, who is at the peak of psychics, has the strength of [-] catties!

Even if this world was originally a three-star or even four-star world, can it be compared with the spiritual world?
The five-star Nine Desolation God King Shu smiled, saying that you are happy.

As far as Mo Wen knows, the strength of the horizontal martial arts practitioners in this world who have reached the first-class peak level is only about [-] catties, which is comparable to the strength Mo Wen possessed when he was in the late stage of Huajin.

And what Mo Wen felt now, the strength of the fool in front of him was probably more than the [-] jin of strength he possessed now.

This is definitely not something that ordinary horizontal exercises can do.

Mo Wen was more inclined to think that this fool was born with supernatural power, combined with the effect of practicing kung fu, which made him have the terrifying power he is now!

"It is estimated that this idiot is born with too many muscles, which hinders the development of the brain, and that's why he became a idiot!"

Mo Wen thought jealously.

Apart from Fang Qian, who has a low-level spirituality, this idiot can be said to be the first talented person Mo Wen met.

Being able to rely on a horizontal practice technique that may not be very powerful, he can forcibly change his own strength to become even more amazing than the power possessed by the cheating Mo Wen.

This talent...

It really made Guabi Mo feel a little jealous.

His Yuanshijing was created after spending tens of thousands of Yuanli!

These resources are piled up, enough to create several innate masters from scratch!
But still lost to the fool's casual practice.

gifted...

This is so fucking forced at birth!

(End of this chapter)