Finally, he transformed into a three-meter-tall strongman. He wore a yellow turban, had a ruby-colored face, a long beard, and a face as hard and resolute as if it had been cut by a knife or an axe.
His whole body is plump and well-proportioned, with muscular muscles. The lines of each muscle are clearly visible, as if containing tremendous strength, just like a work of art that is ingenious and exquisitely carved.
Exactly:
He was wearing golden iron armor and holding a long spear, looking very majestic.
Wearing silver-green cloud-long shoes, he guards the altar and shoos away demons.
"From now on, you will be my guardian deity, and I will grant you the Dharma name Yellow Turban Warrior."
After Zhang Ling finished speaking, a ray of fairy light burst out from behind the strong man, illuminating the entire night sky, and then disappeared in a flash, and the sky returned to darkness again.
With a loud "bang", the Yellow Turban warrior in mid-air stepped on the ground with both feet, lowered his head, held the halberd, knelt on one knee, breathed deeply, his heartbeat sounded like a heavy drum, but he could not speak, his limbs moved a little slowly and clumsily, and he looked a little unintelligent.
Zhang Ling estimated that the strength of the guy in front of him was about the fourth level of Earthly Immortal, which was exactly one level lower than himself. He couldn't help but wonder how the other party improved his cultivation level?
I can't figure it out no matter how hard I think about it. I can only wait and see if there is another opportunity to find out.
The young man in green waved his sleeves again, retracted the yellow-turbaned warrior into a paper-cut form, and hid him in his sleeves.
If you need a strong man, you can summon him again, which is convenient and saves effort.
Zhang Ling opened his folding fan, swayed, and walked leisurely along the narrow path towards Yongning County.
This late night, everything is quiet, only unknown insects are happily singing lullabies in the dark.
The breeze blows, the branches rustle, and the refreshing air makes people feel fresh and comfortable.
This countryside has its own unique flavor!
Zhang Ling, very much in love.
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The next morning.
Yongning County, County Government Office.
Somewhere deep in the room.
The clothes in the house were scattered all over the floor.
Zhao Liu, who was tied to the main beam, had already lost his temper and his eyes were bloodshot. He was feeling very depressed, as if he had received some unforgettable and huge shock last night.
Ning Caijun, who was possessed by a weasel, opened the door with a sly look, stretched his muscles, looked up to the sky and sighed: Hehe!
Then, with a look of smug enjoyment on his face, he walked over to Zhao Liu and whispered in his ear, "Hey, so smooth!"
"Mmmm..." Zhao Liu struggled frantically, his veins bulging all over his body, and he was extremely ruthless, but no matter how he struggled he couldn't loosen up even a little bit.
The weasel glanced at the bride lying on the bed with her eyes as soft as butter and her face flushed, and felt extremely happy.
Suddenly, it felt that someone was trying to seize control of its body, and its eyes immediately turned green and it wanted to suppress it.
After a while, the weasel finally gained the upper hand again and left triumphantly.
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