Looking at the unfamiliar environment around him, "Crosseye"'s originally running speed also slowed down. "Fortunately, a "good friend" sacrificed his life this time, otherwise I might have had to fight with those two idiots for a while."
While "Cross Eyes" was cleaning up the harvest this time, he carefully explored the surroundings with his mind and thought that this time the move was unexpectedly smooth.
"Finally found it!" Zhang San smiled evilly, and finally found the "cross-eyed" walking on the road, "God help me!"
But Zhang San couldn't help but be surprised. In just a few minutes, "Cross-Eyed" actually ran such a long distance. Even if Zhang San hadn't blocked that moment, it was expected that "Cross-Eyed" would have escaped smoothly.
But now that I have met him, Zhang San, I can only say that he is destined.
Zhang San's figure has already reached a distance of seven meters. As he rises, he unabashedly drives the surrounding aura to fluctuate.
The "cross-eyed" person was even more alert. It was clear that he had not yet reached the range where Qi training thoughts could touch him, so he turned around and ran away.
"Can you escape?" Zhang San was not in a hurry, and just heard the voice coming slowly: "I just left, and I met fellow Taoist again. I have to say it's fate!"
The "cross-eyed" figure who originally left turned back and said helplessly: "I don't know if it was the senior who was joking with me. I ask myself that I am an upright and law-abiding person who never does anything wrong. If something really happened, it must have happened."
Misunderstanding."
"Misunderstanding!" Zhang San laughed out loud and said with a mocking look on his face: "How come you don't recognize me, fellow Taoist, after we just met?"
"It's you!" The cross-eyed man was shocked, "Brother, oh, no. Senior, we are really destined!" His face instantly changed from bitterness to a charming smile.
"Good kung fu!" Zhang San praised Crosseyes as he saw the speed of his expression changing, but his expression instantly darkened, interrupting Crosseyes who was about to continue speaking: "I don't have time to talk nonsense with you here, you are
Even if you take it off yourself, you still want me to help you collect the body!" Zhang San said bluntly.
"Ah! Senior..." Cross Eyes wanted to speak, but Zhang San's eyes were staring at his mind with white light as if they were real. The invisible pressure rolled in like a tide, and finally Cross Eyes gave in: "I will do it myself.
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"That's right!" Zhang San emptied several storage bags in Cross Eyes, then stepped on the newly put on boots and said with satisfaction, "No wonder your kid can run as fast as a rabbit. It turns out it's this blessing.
A treasure that has mastered the soaring spell."
Zhang San re-placed two spiritual stones and tested them. The effect was very good. He looked at the cross-eyed eyes that looked like they had been raped.
Zhang San felt sick at first, and his body flew away like a flying bird. Since he had achieved the greatest benefit this time, Zhang San did not want to kill everyone.
It wasn't until they were a thousand meters away that the familiar voice of Cross Eyes suddenly came from behind.
"Ah!" The voice was loud and resounded throughout the world. He screamed incessantly, as if he was experiencing endless pain. "Are you too stimulated?" Zhang San asked inwardly, but he felt a little scared when he heard it.
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But in a blink of an eye, Zhang San was attracted by the harvest in front of him. Originally, he had not dared to make any big moves. This was because although he had the power of the soul-slaying art with one strike, he was not afraid of any single monk, but his level was too low.
If you are chased and intercepted by others, you may not be able to escape, but now with these boots, you can escape even if you can't win.
"In this case," the next ten days will be wonderful and nourishing, Zhang San had a plan and thought to himself.
Five days passed in the blink of an eye. Zhang San was sitting cross-legged on a giant tree practicing. "It's still the sixth level of Qi training." Zhang San breathed out, a little disappointed. Only then did he really feel why others said that cultivation is a kind of water mill.
effort.
"Another fat sheep is coming!" Zhang San said happily, and quickly jumped down from the tree, gliding in one direction like a bird. This time Zhang San did not use the magic circle of his boots, but
One of several techniques that you can practice on your own after practicing.
"Quicksand Technique!" The startling movement caused by Zhang San's movement made the man stunned. When he frowned and observed Zhang San's figure, he turned around and ran away.
Although this was not the first time that Zhang San had encountered this kind of thing, he had always said a few words to the opponent before running or fighting. Although Zhang San was confused, a white light flashed in his eyes, but the soul-killing secret technique was completely useless.
It started without hesitation.
After Zhang San landed on the ground, he spoke in the direction of the figure's escape: "I want to escape now, but it's too late!"
Sure enough, the figure slowly retreated back, looking downcast and livid!
"You..." Zhang San was speaking, but was interrupted by a storage bag thrown by the other party.
Zhang San looked at it with a smile, "If you are alert then, could it be that I have robbed you once!" Zhang San thought about this and became more and more sure that the other person knew his habits so well that he must have met an "acquaintance", Zhang San said
They all laughed a little sheepishly.
After hearing Zhang San's words, the man's face suddenly turned pale, and he smiled bitterly: "It's better not to see him." After saying this, as if he was afraid of Zhang San's anger, he threw a jade slip over and turned around and left in the opposite direction.
Naturally, Zhang San would not stop him. Even if the other party actually paid the toll, he would not kill them all. This is his consistent principle of robbery.
Zhang San returned to the tree and began to examine the jade slip, but after he finished examining it, Zhang San's expression suddenly changed like a Beijing opera.
"Zhang San, the Skinned Ancestor, is dressed in blood-clothed clothes. In order to build a strong and powerful realm, he is of low moral character and arrogant and shameless. He likes to deal with loose cultivators walking alone. If he disobeys the slightest, he will strip off his clothes and commit suicide. Shengyi
Taoist Qingmu of the twelfth level of the sect was once brutally beaten with his bare hands, so much so that he is still mentally unclear. Therefore, I would like to advise all fellow Taoists to hand over ten elixirs if they encounter this person unfortunately and are unable to resist or run away!
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"Bah! You are allowed to set fire, but I am not allowed to light the lamp," Zhang San said disdainfully, but Taoist Qingmu had a deep influence on Zhang San. The original intention was that Zhang San's first soul-killing art did not kill the opponent.
After killing him, the opponent activated a forbidden technique, and he was almost killed. Fortunately, his spiritual sense recovered quickly enough and his boots delayed a lot of time, allowing Zhang San to counterattack.
"It seems that my reputation is already quite prominent." Zhang San thought sadly. Calculating the time, he had to leave in four days. If he offended too many people, it would not be a good thing for him to enter the sect in the future.
Zhang San made some calculations and headed towards the so-called secret realm of the One Yuan Realm. He had heard it from Fatty Jin a long time ago, and there were special records on the jade slips robbed along the way. The reason why this Yuan Realm was opened sixty years ago is
The opening time of this secret realm is sixty years.