Zhang Sanyong looked at the situation below, felt helpless and said, "Baoer, you are a little unkind to do things like this."

He slowly stood up, stretched his body, and jumped deeper in front of him. His whole body fell rapidly in the air, and sparks lingered.

On the way forward of Long Zun and others, a huge vibration sounded, like a sudden thunder, which shocked the huge rocks on the ground tens of feet high. Many of the soldiers, who had insufficient cultivation, fell to the ground because they were unstable.

Zhang Sanyong blocked the army alone, wiped his forehead with both hands, lifted his hair back, looked at the people in front of him, and said arrogantly: "I guarantee the lives of these people today. Who do you agree and who oppose it?"

One man stood in front of the army, which made these people dare not go any further. One man was in a position of thousands of men and women, and he was extremely imposing!

Long Zun narrowed his eyes and looked at the person, saying aloud: "Who are you? You are so bold?"

Not far from Long Zun, the young emperor of Ningyang Kingdom and Xuan Guang of the Anbu were full of fear at this moment, but the fear they hid were so deep that ordinary people could not notice at all.

Both of them had seen this guy's decisive battle with the Taoist priest, and this person was the only guy who could survive dozens of moves in the Taoist priest's hands and became more and more braver in the battle.

Xuan Guang believed that if he had not met the Taoist priest at the beginning, but had fought with this person, and with this person's murderous and devilish nature, he would probably not be as good as he is now.

So many years have passed, and although I haven't seen each other for many years, this person has disappeared from the world. Everyone's strength is now no longer possible. However, as they see this person appearing again and his terrifying aura, they roughly guessed that the other party's strength is still terrifying.

After all, he was the guy closest to that Taoist priest back then. Even their lucky survivors have increased significantly over the years. How could this person have made no progress?

Zhang Sanyong smiled slightly, and the next moment, his whole body turned around and disappeared without a shadow. When he appeared again, he was already next to Long Zun.

Without Long Zun's response, he gently touched Long Zun's shoulder, as if an elder was telling a junior, saying, "The muscles and bones are good, but they should not be a cultivator of the human race, but they are more like descendants of the Dragon Clan. It's a pity that the bloodline is not very pure after all."

As the leader of the clan, Long Zun has been the overlord of 100,000 mountains for so many years. When has he been insulted so much? He was angry and slapped out with a palm!

In his hand, the black clouds were swirling around him, and the clouds and smoke were misty, and the space was rippling. Such a terrifying palm, if any of the other four major tribes caught it, would have lost at least half of their life. How could this guy in front of him have a good result at such a close distance?

Originally, this guy would try his best to avoid it in front of him, but what he did was completely beyond his imagination. He saw that the man in straw sandals and coarse linen clothes just shook his shoulders and actually took the initiative to greet the palm!

A dull sound passed by, and everyone present was shocked by the loud noise.

Under the force of this shoulder, the Dragon Lord felt a strong numbness coming from his palm. The feeling was as if his whole person's hand was no longer his own. His whole body was constantly regressing, his eyes were full of shock.

And behind Long Zun, a high mountain turned into powder inexplicably, and the mountains collapsed and the rocks were flying all over the sky!

As the Dragon Lord retreated, the man in black appeared behind him, pressed his back with one hand, stabbing his body.

The moment Zhang Sanyong saw this person, a trace of curiosity flashed in his eyes. He quipped: "When did I, Ning Yang, become so lively? I am really a master."

Zhang Sanyong looked at this person and said interestingly: "Since you are here, what does that look like when you cover your head and face look like? The group of people did not hide themselves so deeply like you."

The group of people he mentioned was naturally the group of people in Tianhe.

The man in black who had always covered his face, took the initiative to take off the black clothes on his body this time.

Who could imagine that under the black clothes, the hoarse voice showed a handsome young man. The young man hung a green recorder around his waist. When he met, he was like a spring breeze.

Zhang Sanyong was interested, "Oh, she is still a handsome man. She has achieved such cultivation at such a young age. It seems that we old guys are really old, or are you talking about the outside world really like this genius walking all over the ground and fighting gods?"

The young man clasped his fists and said, "Senior praised it, it was just a lucky person."

There is a huge difference between the outside world and here. Whether it is the richness of spiritual energy or the richness of resources, it is far stronger than the exile place. In addition, most geniuses are sects who do their best to help them grow. Naturally, there are many unique conditions that are stronger than the cultivators here.

Therefore, if you only look at a person's talent in terms of age, it is still a bit unfair to these monks. After all, under the same environment, I really dare not say that someone can steadily over these people in the blessed land and cave heaven.

Zhang Sanyong shook his head and said, "Don't say this, it's meaningless."

He never felt that Ning Yang was not as good as the outside world, and the so-called golden nest and silver nest were not as good as his own dog nest. Although his feelings for this place were different, not only the feelings of his hometown were included, but he felt that everything here was good enough and practiced without delay.

Zhang Sanyong knew that he was a little out of the topic. He looked at the young man and said, "Tell me, your current thoughts and requirements, but I'm right in front of me, you can't take their lives. If I'm interested, I can try it, but I can't guarantee whether you have that ability."

The young man smiled and said, "It's not like this. Since the senior has spoken, what does it matter if these people's lives are left for a while? However, people can survive, but some things need to be left behind, otherwise it will be not good to let us return empty-handed."

He spread his five fingers and said, "I'll say a number. I need 50% of these spiritual weapons in the Duobao Pagoda."

Zhang Sanyong narrowed his eyes and did not hide his murderous intent at all. He slowly said, "Are you threatening me? Something interesting."

For any strong man, the words of this person at this moment are already extremely disrespectful to him. Zhang Sanyong also has his own attitude, so he is naturally not very satisfied.

The young man smiled and said, "This Duobao Pagoda is just a rare talent who has never seen the world. If you don't want it, it's just a army behind me. These guys have finally come out. If they don't get any results, they will probably not be satisfied."

Zhang Sanyong nodded, pondered for a while, and said, "What you said is right. After all, these things are tricks. If you hand over some of them, you can just treat them as a way to destroy money and eliminate disasters."

What Zhang Sanyong knew was that once the war began, he was confident that he could hold on to several important people and would not be affected too much, but the others would die miserably, which was not very meaningful.

As he said that, he turned around and looked at Zhang Yuanyi and others, and said, "I think you have heard the exchange between us, how can you make a decision?"

Zhang Yuanyi and others were naturally reluctant to let go of the spiritual weapon that they had finally obtained, especially Shi Potian. He was irritated and cursed: "We don't need your help. I think you are in the same group as them, and this thing will not be handed over to you!"

Zhang Sanyong shook his head, feeling a little disappointed. He took a step forward, stayed in place with a shadow, and punched Shi Potian in the abdomen!

"Puff!" With just such a punch, Shi Potian felt his abdomen curled up, and he was in severe pain.

The brain is about to lose consciousness, and there is no power to resist.

He kept rolling on the ground like a huge rolling stone, causing dust to fly.

Zhang Sanyong disappeared again and put his foot on Shi Potian's temple. Shi Potian's whole person was like a stone hitting the water surface and leaping up waves one after another. But now he had completely lost consciousness and his eyes turned white.

After Shi Potian finally stopped, Zhang Sanyong walked to the guy, took the Qiankun bag around his waist, and threw it to the young man without looking at the slightest bit of it, "This guy's spiritual weapon is yours, so there is no need."

The one he mentioned was naturally Zhang Yuanyi and others.

It was hard for the young man to take the Qiankun bag, but he said it was half as much as he had said before. Zhang Yuanyi and Shi Po divided the spiritual weapon evenly, so Shi Potian's body would naturally be half. Moreover, this guy should have many spiritual treasures from the Stone Monkey Clan, and the harvest was already good.

But he did not covet these things at all, and he took a part of them out and handed them over to Long Zun. Everything else was shaking in the direction of Ning Wu.

The other masters of the Shihou Clan were so angry that they surrounded Zhang Sanyong when they saw their clan leader being humiliated. However, Zhang Sanyong just dispersed and glanced at them and said, "Don't be ungrateful and seek death. Take this opportunity to leave here, otherwise you guys will all die here."

In the face of absolute strength, even though they were very angry, they really did not dare to be too arrogant, so they could only break their teeth and swallow them themselves.

The group lifted Shi Potian and restarted the scroll. Sure enough, the scroll could actually be re-operated and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

They and their group were originally rewarding for a lot of gains when they came here, but who would have thought that there would be such an unrestrained disaster in the end, and all the things they got would be in vain.

Zhang Sanyong looked at the young man again and said, "Are you satisfied now? Why don't you withdraw your troops?"

The young man was a little excited, "I think everyone understands one thing: what is in the palace is the most important thing, and it is inevitable to win. If you really want to rob, whoever lives and dies, don't blame us then."

He waved his hand and said to Ning Wu in the distance: "Your Majesty the Emperor, withdraw your troops, our goal has been achieved."

At the beginning of his arrival, the two sides made two agreements, one of which was to promise to take out at least half of the spiritual weapons in the Duobao Pagoda and trade them into his hands, so as to strengthen the national strength of Ningyang Kingdom.

The requirement is to use their power to expand their advantages.

Now that this agreement has been reached, before completing the second more important agreement, he needs to listen to the other party’s request.

However, for Ning Wu, he had another fear, that he was not sure that the guy in front of him could stop Zhang Sanyong. Once a strong man with extreme martial arts was determined to kill someone, the consequences would be extremely terrible.

In particular, no one present knew whether they would be the one who vented his anger and killed him.

Ning Wu said, "Since that's the case, the entire army will retreat."

The young man clasped his fists at Zhang Sanyong and said, "Senior, we will have a date later."

Zhang Sanyong smiled and said, "I hope to have as little contact with you as possible, and I am afraid that I can't stand my temper and my hands will itch."

The man didn't speak, just smiled. It is worth mentioning that before leaving, he looked at Zhang Yuanyi deeply, as if he was very interested in this guy.

After those people left, Zhang Sanyong turned around and looked at Zhang Yuanyi and said, "It seems that you are not very capable, but you are quite famous. You are a little aware of you."

Zhang Yuanyi was also speechless. Having a master who was the best in the world really caused him great inconvenience in terms of fame.

At least in Zhang Yuanyi's opinion now, regardless of whether these guys are enemies or friends, the feeling that they are being watched is a little uneasy.

Once Mo personally enters the eyes of others, his words and actions will become less like his own behavior, he will be restrained, and will become unfree.

Zhang Yuanyi will not have any complaints about the hopes of some people. For example, his Taoist partner Yuwen Jun promised her to be a man who stands tall and strong, so she must do it.

For example, if your master, Senior Zhang Shi, promised that he would not let down his master's high expectations, he would never be timid and would never give up.

There are many close people around him, and their eyes are some of the motivation for him to move forward. Not only will they not complain at all, but they will feel relieved. He is an orphan independent of the world. With these important people, his life will be considered complete.

But Zhang Yuanyi doesn't like the eyes of those people who have nothing to do with or have little to do with them.

I am afraid that at some point, people who clearly have no friendship will come out casually, and then say indignantly, "So you, Zhang Yuanyi, are such a person. I really misread you!"

This will only make Zhang Yuanyi feel disgusted. He has never set up any character designs. Instead, he is worried that some people will put a high hat on him if they think they are self-righteous. To know that the best way to destroy a person is to lift him up and fall heavily.

This is what it means to praise and kill.

Zhang Yuanyi has always been a person who is very thoughtful and has a lot of ideas. The rumors in these aspects may not be particularly obvious to outsiders, but secretly, he thinks he cannot ignore them and carelessly, and he has been torturing himself.

Faced with Zhang Sanyong's joke, Zhang Yuanyi didn't care much. He clasped his fists and said gratefully: "Thank you for saving your life again. Great kindness cannot be repaid."

Zhang Sanyong laughed and said, "Don't say that you can't repay me. It won't be long before you can repay your kindness."

When Zhang Yuan heard this, his face turned dark and he was speechless.

Tiger and others were also very grateful, "Thank you for your life-saving kindness," said Tiger.

If we talk about age, we may not be as good as Tiger, but if we talk about strength, the situation will be reversed.

So, a fellow Taoist may be the most suitable title.

Zhang Sanyong nodded and said, "You are so polite. Judging from your appearance, you should be from the demon clan."

Although he has a close relationship with Zhang Yuanyi at this moment, Tiger has never been dissatisfied with his identity as a demon clan. There is also a word among the demon clan called Shudian Wangzu. As the leader of the clan, he cannot do this.

So when the other party said this, he replied without hesitation: "That's it!"

Apart from a few existences, there are deep hatreds in the outside world, and they are always alive and die, but I don’t know what it will be like in this exile place.
To be continued...