In the evening, the setting sun ends.

Outside the cell, several guardians had just finished their tasks and were talking. On the road in the distance, a man in blue suddenly appeared. Soon, he came to him.

"Senior Brother Zhang, it's been a long time since we saw it. We all thought you had gone out to practice." The disciples saw the person clearly and immediately smiled and started to please.

Zhang Shaobai raised the bamboo tube in his hand and said calmly: "If I hadn't come to deliver spiritual water to those fairies, I would have been lazy to run around. How good I would have practiced in the cave. I just broke through and needed to consolidate." Although his tone was light, there was a hint of pride in his eyes.

"What? Brother Zhang, you have broken through? Now it is the sixth level of psychic?"

"No way, Brother Zhang, you broke through last year, and you broke through again this year?"

The disciples were shocked and asked one after another, and everyone's face showed unconcealed envy.

Zhang Shaobai smiled proudly and said without hesitation: "What's the matter? The annual test is coming. I will naturally break through as soon as possible, otherwise I will be compared by some waste."

Speaking of this, he glanced at the cell with a pointing finger and said, "Well, Yang Que is inside?"

These disciples were slightly stunned, looked at each other, and replied, "He has been guarding the Lingyuan for a day and a night. He has just returned and is cleaning the cell."

"Hmph, poor little servile servant, it's really hard." Zhang Shaobai sneered on his face.

Several guard disciples looked at each other and did not dare to say too much, but they were muttering in their hearts about what happened last time, what happened to Senior Brother Zhang? Didn’t he follow him happily and please him last time? Why did he change again so quickly now?

Seeing that their faces were strange and did not dare to speak, Zhang Shaobai immediately remembered what happened that day. He pretended to "cough cough" twice, and Fang said with contempt: "That time, it was because of Senior Sister Wan who supported him that I spoke out and deliberately established a good relationship with him. Humph, I was just a little peddler. Do you think I am really afraid of him?"

The disciples suddenly realized and quickly smiled: "Who is Senior Brother Zhang? This year, you will become a personal disciple. Of course, you will not be afraid of him."

"That's right, he's just a little traitor. Master Wan Feng has cleared his relationship with him, and Senior Sister Wan has become someone else's fiancée. In this annual examination, the Presbyterian Council will also remove his personal disciple's identity. He is just a discarded waste. How can he compare with Senior Brother Zhang?" Some disciples said flatteringly.

"Hahaha..." Zhang Shaobai was cheerful and laughed smugly, "You are right. The good days of the little servant are over. He is just a waste from the fifth level of spirituality. If I take action now, I am afraid he will kneel down and beg for mercy immediately."

"Senior Brother Zhang, may you...you want to go in and deal with him?" a disciple asked carefully.

"Of course." Zhang Shaobai snorted coldly, with a hint of resentment on his lips, "At that time, he had some support, and I was afraid of it, and I didn't dare to do it. Now he is alone, so I must make him look good!"

"But the rules..." a disciple kindly reminded.

Zhang Shaobai sneered: "Don't worry, I won't really take ruthlessness. I want to release my strength that is higher than him and make him surrender automatically. I want him to kneel down and beg for mercy. I let him be scared to death when he sees me from now on! Hahaha..."

"Senior Brother Zhang is mighty!"

"Scare him to death! Let him know how powerful!"

"He was so scared that he knelt down and begged for mercy, and he never dared to disobey Senior Brother Zhang again."

The disciples thought about the scene for a while, and they were all extremely excited and congratulated each other.

Zhang Shaobai was proud and waved his hand, saying, "Okay, you guys should keep you in, I'll come out after a while."

"Senior Brother Zhang walked slowly." The disciples' eyes shone, "You come out later, but you must tell us the little servant's servitude look."

"Don't worry, I'll take him out later and let you see it yourself, haha." Zhang Shaobai laughed twice, cheered up and walked in.

After Yang Que cleaned the cell, he was asking him about the other uses of the third eye in his mind in the prison room. Zhang Shaobai's arrogant voice suddenly came from the entrance of the cave: "Little servant, why don't you come out quickly!"

The three-eyed scholar looked at Yang Que and smiled and said, "That's the one who is looking for death, you go there quickly."

Since Yang Que's body was transformed by the small tripod, his spiritual consciousness has become stronger. Even if there are restrictions and obstacles to what happened outside the cell, he can hear clearly.

At this time, he heard the three-eyed scholar teasing him, shrugged helplessly, locked the prison room, and walked out.

"Little servant, I'm in your woman's prison. If you can't come, hehe, I'll try her taste." Zhang Shaobai's voice sounded again.

A sharp light flashed in Yang Que's eyes and he headed towards Hu Xiaorou's prison.

"Little fox, does your man know that I have reached the sixth level of spiritual communication and are afraid of me? What else do you want him to do with such a cowardly useless person? Why don't you forget it with me?" Zhang Shaobai looked at the nine-tailed fox sitting on the ground with a smile.

Hu Xiaorou had bright eyes and white teeth, and she smiled softly, but she didn't answer.

Soon, Yang Que walked in. Looking at Zhang Shaobai's arrogant look, he shook his head and sighed: "You have the best chance?"

Seeing that he finally appeared, Zhang Shaobai immediately raised his chest and looked at him squintly: "Little servant, I've been calling you for a long time, what are you doing?"

"Bang!"

Yang Que did not answer, raised his palm, slapped him hard, and said, "Continue to pretend. Pussy."

"Little Bazai, how dare you hit me!" Zhang Shaobai was furious and furious. He never dreamed that Yang Que would slap him in the face without asking any questions!

"Bang!"

Yang Que raised his hand, slapped loudly in the face, and casually spoke the classic lines that will be circulated in the world of cultivation for tens of thousands of years in the future: "You are the one who hits you, don't have to doubt it anymore."

"Looking for death! You...you..." Zhang Shaobai could no longer bear it. With the magic power in his body, the momentum of the sixth level of the psychic suddenly erupted, majestic, "Zaozi, tell you, I am already at the sixth level of the psychic, one level higher than you. You have no background or backer now, so you dare to hit me. Even if I kill you now, the elders will not pursue it for a waste. You should be enlightened!"

"Pity." Hu Xiaorou, who was standing beside her, looked sympathetic.

"Yang Que, die!" Zhang Shaobai stopped talking nonsense, and he was about to start his hand.

"boom!"

With a sound, Yang Que's arms were slightly opened, and the momentum of the eighth level of spiritual communication suddenly appeared, instantly forcing Zhang Shaobai to retreat and stick to the corner of the wall.

"What! The Eighth Level of Spirituality!" Fang Yi felt Yang Que's surging momentum, and Zhang Shaobai's face immediately changed drastically, his eyes wide open, as if he had seen a ghost.

In just a few months, I suddenly jumped into three layers. How is this possible?

Impossible! It's impossible!

...

Outside the cell, the disciples were full of excitement. While talking about the wonderful scenes that were about to happen for a while, they suddenly saw Zhang Shaobai smiling and walking out of it.

"Wow! Senior Brother Zhang is out!"

"Senior Brother Zhang, how about that little servant? Are you beaten up so hard that you can't get up?"

"Senior Brother Zhang, has he knelt down and begged for mercy?"

The disciples were asking excitedly, and suddenly saw Yang Que following Zhang Shaobai and slowly walked out.

"Look, that little peddler is out!"

"It must be that Senior Brother Zhang deliberately brought him out to insult him in front of us."

"Senior Brother Zhang, let him kneel down and ask him to beg for mercy! It's so good to see a personal disciple being humiliated by you."

The disciples all cheered and excitedly stared at Zhang Shaobai and urged him.

"Plop!"

Zhang Shaobai suddenly knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Yang Que.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The voice ran through the cell, blood flowed all over the floor. He felt pain and still had a flattering face: "Senior Brother Yang, don't send it, please go back."

"Ah!" The disciples opened their mouths in an instant and fell into petrochemicals.

...
Chapter completed!