All My Skills Are Picked Up

Fatty Zhang didn't know what kind of consequences his actions would bring. All he knew was that if this big tree in front of him went berserk and didn't care about the two of them, it would definitely cause the Holy Lord outside to feel extremely uncomfortable.    

    

Sure enough, the exposed big tree started to twist crazily. Countless vines broke out of the ground, as if they were going to tear the entire town apart.    

    

Fatty Zhang laid on Lo Tian's body, not daring to move. This place seemed to be a safe place. However, Fatty Zhang didn't dare to look at the big tree again.    

    

Who knew if the face that was blown up by him would recognize him? He guessed that the big tree felt like it had drunk a few large barrels of chili oil, and it was burning with pain.    

    

The Holy Lord outside also began to flee for its life. He definitely couldn't die here.    

    

Putting everything else aside, if he was really killed by the nightmare here, then those people who were controlled by his dream would immediately wake up. At that time, he would truly be finished.    

    

The Holy Lord once again scrambled back into the dungeon at an extremely fast speed.    

    

When the black mist man saw the Holy Lord return and how noisy the outside world was, he immediately asked, "What's the situation?"    

    

The Holy Lord continuously said, "This is a conspiracy, a naked conspiracy. It's specifically aimed at me."    

    

The black mist man said sternly, "I don't care what conspiracy it is. Finish it off, finish it off immediately. After this night, we can still continue to control the northwest. If we die here, everything will be over."    

    

" You don't have to say it. I know it too! "    

    

The Holy Lord gritted its teeth and replied.    

    

After that, it searched the dungeon for a while, and seemed to have found something.    

    

The black fog man held a shiny speck of light in his hand, and said sternly, "What are you doing with this?"    

    

The Holy Lord said, "This is the last seed. It should be used now."    

    

The black mist man was silent for a moment, and then said, "Are you sure you want to do this?"    

    

The Holy Lord said, "You just wait here."    

    

After saying this, the Holy Lord opened up a tunnel somewhere in the dungeon. A deep hole appeared on the black wall and the Holy Lord jumped down.    

    

Its body slid down the tunnel, and not long after, there was a bang. The Holy Lord fell to the ground, causing all the bones in its body to go numb.    

    

At this moment, Fatty Zhang also heard the movement. He raised his head slightly and saw the Holy Lord landing behind the human-faced tree.    

    

"That old brat is here too!"    

    

Fatty Zhang was first shocked, then his first reaction was to escape.    

    

In Fatty Zhang's opinion, whether it was the legendary Holy Lord or the Northwest Army's Commander Zhou Yuan, they should all be powerful martial artists.    

    

Mr Lo was still awake and could deal with them, but with his strength, it was really difficult for him to deal with them.    

    

Fatty Zhang hugged Lo Tian tightly and moved backwards.    

    

He looked like a fat rat who had stolen something. His big butt was swaying in the wind.    

    

On the opposite side, the Holy Lord also slowly got up and limped towards the crazy human-faced tree.    

    

With beads of sweat on his forehead, the Holy Lord had no other choice. In truth, he wasn't some formidable martial artist. In terms of ability, at most, he was only an 'ordinary person' who was proficient in human transformation. Relying on Zhou Yuan, this big tree, he became a famous Holy Lord in the northwest. It sounded like an endless amount of glory, but in reality, he did not dare to show his face at all.    

    

Relying on the four great Demonic Cultivators that he had modified, he could be considered to be doing pretty well. But once someone really came to his doorstep and didn't eat his dream, the Holy Lord's dilemma would be exposed.    

    

The mask on his face was mostly broken, revealing an old face.    

    

Carefully approaching the big tree, the Holy Lord took out the seed.    

    

"Fatty, stop him! Hurry up! He wants to modify this big tree!"    

    

Suddenly, a voice sounded beside Fatty Zhang's ear.    

    

Immediately, Fatty Zhang jumped in fright and said, "Mr Lo, you're awake? Aiya, why did your voice change? "    

    

"Pooh pooh pooh, it's me!"    

    

A skull emerged from Lo Tian's ring.    

    

When Fatty Zhang saw the skull, he felt very close to it.    

    

"That's right, kid, you aren't afraid of dreams. You ghost cultivator, what did you just say?"    

    

Fatty Zhang wished he could hug the skull and kiss it.    

    

The skull pointed at the Holy Lord and said, "Stop talking nonsense Fatty. If he controls this big tree again, we will all be finished. Quickly go and stop him!"    

    

"Me? Will it work?"    

    

Fatty Zhang still hesitated.    

    

The skull said loudly, "You haven't seen it yet, he is just an ordinary person!"    

    

"An ordinary person?"    

    

Fatty Zhang stared at the Holy Lord. Without any fear, Fatty Zhang's brain finally reacted.    

    

That's right, with such weak steps, frail body, sweating profusely, and breathing so quickly, no matter how one looked at it, he didn't look like a martial artist with high attributes.    

    

What the heck, I was actually frightened by an ordinary old man?    

    

'Damn you, I'm the dignified Level 3 deacon Fatty Zhang, but I'm actually scared. How can I tolerate this?' This was absolutely intolerable!    

    

Fatty Zhang's eyes immediately became sharp. He couldn't defeat an expert, but an ordinary old man, how could he not beat him?    

    

He just needed to beat him to death!    

    

Without any hesitation, Fatty Zhang took out another fatso ball.    

    

The Holy Lord on the opposite side also felt an inexplicable sense of danger. It raised its head and saw Fatty Zhang, who was holding a round bead.    

    

"Aiya!"    

    

The Holy Lord did not hesitate at all. At this critical moment of life and death, it beckoned for the old lady to crawl under the blanket and pounce forward.    

    

Fatty Zhang threw out the Heaven Blast Ball. With a loud bang, the ground exploded. The Holy Lord was directly blown into a dog eating shit.    

    

But at this moment, the man with the human face tree also turned around and saw Fatty Zhang.    

    

"Are you stupid? I asked you to hammer him. Why are you making such a big scene?"    

    

The skull was almost speechless. Fatty Zhang's move had made all the bones in his body go numb.    

    

Fatty Zhang was also dumbfounded. He quickly picked up Lo Tian and ran away.    

    

Damn it, how could he forget about the Human Face Tree?    

    

The next moment, the tree clearly understood why it hurt so much. Immediately, countless vines swept towards Fatty Zhang.    

    

On the other side, the Holy Lord took advantage of this opportunity to charge on the ground. Very quickly, he arrived behind the human-faced tree.    

    

"Now is the time. Whether or not I can control this tree depends on this."    

    

The Holy Lord raised the seed and was about to stuff it into the gap behind the tree. At the same time, it also took out a small knife.    

    

But at this moment, the Holy Lord heard another explosive sound. It was that damned Fatty Zhang. He took advantage of the chaos and threw out a Rumbling Heaven Ball. It was aimed at him, but the throw was a little crooked and did not kill him.    

    

The Holy Lord was sent flying three meters away, and landed on the ground with a dazed expression.    

    

After that, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and only then did he come back to his senses.    

    

With a forward pounce, the Holy Lord came to the side of the human-faced tree. It grabbed the trunk of the human-faced tree and slashed it with its blade. In the next moment, it stuffed the seed into the wound of the human-faced tree.    

    

The Holy Lord pressed its hand on the trunk of the tree and said in a stern voice, "Hurry up and digest it. Ah! Ah!"    

    

The human-faced tree seemed to have been struck by lightning all of a sudden, and it suddenly stopped all its movements.