"Good boy, don't let me see you again!" The master of the arena cursed, disappeared, and left.
Zhao Mansion.
"Zhang San, don't be so proud..." Several teenagers yelled, but a foot kicked them away. The owner of that foot laughed wildly.
"You can't even beat me, but you still want to touch my eldest brother. It's really ridiculous." Zhang San looked at the head of the Zhao family with arrogance and disdain.
"Mr. Zhang, you have to be merciful and merciful, but don't be too arrogant." What surprised Zhang San was that the attitude of the head of the Zhao family on the side became a little indifferent, "If you push me into a hurry,
, you will regret it."
"Hey, you're still hard, aren't you?" Zhang San stood up and fell down several times, accompanied by screams. The monks at the same level could hardly pose any threat to him.
The head of the Zhao family had veins all over his body and the bones in his hands crackled. These were the children of his Zhao family. How could he not be angry when they were beaten like this in front of him?
Looking at the two people behind Zhang San, the head of the Zhao family was a little worried. He calmed down and said with a smile: "Master Zhang, have you relieved yourself?"
Hearing this, Zhang San kicked him again, and someone flew out, sneering: "Only when I take back the fatwa will I be relieved!"
The head of the Zhao family did not speak, but looked at Zhang San with a smile. The latter frowned and ordered the two people behind him to leave.
"Don't leave in a hurry. Why don't you sit down for a while?" came a somewhat joking voice.
"I'll sit with you again..." Zhang San said, his voice suddenly changed, "Brother?"
"Sit down for a while, sit down for a while." The visitor was Dongfang Tianzheng. He couldn't help but pull Zhang San to sit down again.
"Is it you?" The head of the Zhao family had a terrifying cold light in his eyes. It was the young man in black in front of him who maimed his son. This revenge must be avenged.
"Nonsense, who is this young master? Your good-for-nothing son?" Dongfang Tianzheng said with a leisurely smile, as if he was having a daily conversation.
"You!" The head of the Zhao family was angry. The peak master's strength was greatly unleashed, and a strong wind blew in the hall.
"Oh, are you trying to scare me?"
Dongfang Tianzheng's place is quite peaceful, after all, there are two Source Kings holding the battle line.
"Hmph!" The head of the Zhao family sneered. Not knowing what he was thinking, he stood up and left, "You two young masters are having fun. If you don't have a chance in the future, I won't accompany you."
"There is something in his words, stop him!" Zhang San was a little confused and said to the two old men behind him.
The two Source Kings are in trouble. Although they have reached the realm of kings, the Zhao family is not easy to mess with. Kings are born. Even if they have rushed to the master's family, they still have some background in this branch and it is not easy to force it.
"It doesn't matter, let him go, he won't be able to pull any tricks." Dongfang Tianzheng saved the two kings from the siege with one sentence.
"Also, Third Brother, your cultivation is a bit fast." Dongfang Tianzheng was drinking a small drink, not paying attention to the eyes of the people around him, talking and laughing with Zhang San.
"Not to mention anything else in the guild, there are just a lot of elixirs, or there are enough materials." Zhang San laughed. He also felt that his cultivation progress was faster, "I just took some at will, and I broke through."
The ninth level of the Source Master Realm!
Monks at this level can be called "Great Source Masters".
"The breakthrough is too fast. Don't advance before further training, and do your best to consolidate your cultivation." Dongfang Tianzheng's eyes flashed, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
"The fortunes of the past and present are getting stronger and stronger, the concentration of heaven and earth energy has increased significantly, and the monks' cultivation speed is getting faster and faster..." Dongfang Tianzheng was talking with Zhang San.
"Yes, I heard that a saint son and a saint girl are about to be born." Zhang San's voice was a little low, "In this great competition, can we fight to the end?"
"Of course you can. They are nothing more than some saints and saints, sons and daughters of gods, sons and daughters of spirits, sons and daughters of Taoism, or people from the stars." Dongfang Tianzheng opened his mouth to crush all the geniuses, "We are the final protagonists."
"That's right." Zhang San nodded, I am the protagonist, who should I be afraid of?
Dongfang Tianzheng was chatting and laughing with Zhang San, and his look of wanting to be beaten made the Zhao family angry and afraid to speak, so they simply left the hall and gave way to a few people.
"Brother Zheng, the situation of the head of the Zhao family is not right. There can't be any tricks, right?" Thinking of the reaction and attitude of the head of the Zhao family before, Zhang San felt that something was wrong.
"It should be a strong man from the Zhao family who is coming, with at least the strength of a Dacheng King." Dongfang Tianzheng guessed, "Kill me."
"Rebel these grandsons..."
Zhang Sanyi slammed the table and became furious.
"Don't be impulsive."
As the person involved, Dongfang Tianzheng was very calm. He drank tea and was not afraid of the poison. He smiled and said: "It's just the Dacheng King. There are many ways to kill him."
The two chatted and laughed until midnight, when Dongfang Tianzheng said goodbye and disappeared mysteriously. Zhang San had already grown accustomed to the strangeness and led his two bodyguards back to the guild.
…
With only eight or nine days left, Dongfang Tian was preparing to consolidate his cultivation and see if he could break through to the tenth level Source Master before rushing to Daxia Royal Academy. At that time, all the mysteries would be solved.
Dongfang Tianzheng left the city gate openly, but the result was that the Zhao family set up an ambush in the wild.
A large group of Yuanzong, against a ninth-level Yuanshi from Dongfang Tianzheng, is really a powerful force.
It is difficult for even the head of the Zhao family to mobilize the Yuan Zun realm at will, and the Yuan Ling realm is trapped by the excuses of some people in the Zhao family who oppose him and cannot be mobilized in a short period of time.
Therefore, the head of the Zhao family had no choice but to mobilize a large number of middle and low-level Yuanzong, and personally visited the Alchemist Guild to block Zhang San.
When Dongfang Tianzheng was standing at the gate of the city, he noticed everything with a flash of his eyes. He smiled faintly and spent a lot of energy and consciousness to drive it into the ground.
During this process, many people secretly scolded Dongfang Tianzheng for being stupid for actually spending a lot of energy going underground and wasting it in vain. There really is something for everyone these days.
Not long after leaving the city and even within sight of the royal capital, someone started taking action.
The hidden monk appeared, swords and swords were shining, and Yuanli was everywhere.
In an instant, Dongfang Tianzheng took a step forward, his figure disappeared, and reappeared behind a masked man.
Facing a powerful enemy of this level, Dongfang Tianzheng was not careless. He held the Sword of the Sun and slashed with one sword.
The masked monk was initially frightened, but then he sensed Dongfang Tianzheng's strength and was just a Source Master. He sneered and drew his sword to chop him off.
Knives collided with each other and sparks flew out.
Dongfang Tianzheng slashed with his sword, and his eyes met with the masked monk's. The latter only felt his heart tremble, and he felt a sense of panic unconsciously.
Those eyes can pierce the heart.
The masked monk only had time to think of such a sentence in his mind, and then bid farewell to the world as soon as his eyes darkened.
Dongfang Tianzheng did not stop. He took one step forward and disappeared, dodging a sword energy behind him.
The man felt the hairs on his body stand up, and a strong sense of crisis arose in his heart, and he hurriedly raised his sword to fight back.
His eyes were blank and blood was flying everywhere. Before his body fell, Dongfang Tianzheng's figure disappeared again.
With the flash of swords, the sound of halberds and the wind of guns, and the screams, the unwilling people fell down one by one.
One step with one sword, one sword to kill one person!