"Brother Dali!" Following this unexpected change, someone in the crowd who reacted exclaimed.
"What's going on?" "Brother Dali", who was shot flying to the ground, seemed to have not reacted yet. He was lying on the ground shaking his huge head while trying hard to maintain his image.
"What happened just now?"
However, no one around him dared to reply.
"He is a big man after all, and his recovery ability is very strong!" Zhang San couldn't help but laugh, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, but there was a cold light in his eyes.
"The old devil in blood clothes is going to kill someone again." There were some acquaintances in the crowd who were watching the excitement. Feeling the invisible coldness emanating from Zhang San, they all could not help but shrink their necks and thought to themselves.
Zhang San pinched it with one hand, and his spiritual power rippled out from his hand, "Roar!" Hearing a terrifying roar of a tiger, a tiger head that seemed to be invisible appeared directly in front of everyone's eyes, visible to the naked eye.
It's like light smoke but clearly visible and lifelike.
"Ah," I heard endless exclamations!
"Is this...?" someone hesitated.
"This is the spirit of true energy. I didn't expect that this junior brother, oh, no, it's senior brother." An old man in the crowd was in disbelief at first, and then said in deep loneliness: "It seems that this is senior brother's breakthrough to the foundation building realm. It is certain."
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Hearing this, everyone around was shocked. This is a change in the spirit of Zhenqi that can only occur in the foundation-building realm, but they had to believe it.
Although this old man was old and already had one foot in the coffin, his many years of experience could not be underestimated, and everyone was suddenly full of emotions.
Although the realm of foundation building is only one level away from Qi training, it is still out of reach for most of them.
On the field, Zhang San was floating in the air, with a sneer on his lips. His murderous intent was no longer concealed, and surged out, arousing a cold aura and turning around. Everyone present was stunned when they came to their senses.
"It's such a strong evil spirit. It seems that the force of the kick hit the iron plate. This time it will be terrible!"
The tiger-headed ghost with speed has arrived in front of "Dali" and opened its huge fanged mouth. The fangs are intertwined, and the sharp edges must be exposed, which is reflected in the eyes of "Brother Dali" who has slightly regained some consciousness.
"Senior brother, wait a minute. We are all from the same sect. Let him teach him a lesson and let him know how powerful he is. He will also know what to do if he comes!" But it was Fatty Jin who suddenly spoke up to persuade him.
Zhang San couldn't help but frown, and then he remembered that he had already entered the sect and was already a disciple of the Shengyi Sect, but he couldn't do this kind of thing, killing people wantonly in public.
"It's a pity," Zhang San looked at the gold-rimmed storage bag of "Brother Dali" and thought to himself as he slowly lowered his body.
When "Dali" heard Fatty Jin's voice, he finally came to his senses. Although he was wary of Zhang San's power, looking at the sympathetic eyes of everyone around him, he couldn't help but feel embarrassed and couldn't say anything.
After saying this, his face suddenly turned blue and white.
Seeing the tiger's head in front of him slowly dissipating into a burst of smoke, "Dali", who was slightly relieved, slowly stood up, staring with blood-red eyes, and was about to say something.
"Roar!" The smoke-like tiger head actually turned into a white light and passed through "Dali"'s body instantly. After a burst of excitement and a burst of dust, "Dali" who had just stood up fell down again.
On the ground, this time he passed out.
"Take your master and get out of here!" Zhang San said coldly to the group of "little bastard foxes without the support of tigers".
"Let's go." As another burst of smoke rose, Zhang San couldn't help but frowned. Looking at the monks who were still watching the door of his room, he suddenly became upset.
"Why do you guys want me to make tea for you? Why don't you please go in and sit down?" Although Zhang San said this, his whole body was bursting with spiritual power, like a balloon about to explode, making everyone numb immediately.
In the crisis, they immediately dispersed and retreated.
Seeing that he had finally regained his composure, Zhang San also returned to the state of a frail scholar. He turned around and smiled helplessly at Fatty Jin: "It seems I've gotten into trouble again!" His tone was frank.
Fatty Jin was also stunned. He couldn't adapt to Zhang San's change for a while, but in the end he couldn't help but shook his head and said with a smile: "Senior brother is really enigmatic. Although that "powerful" is nothing, he is used to being the king and hegemon in this area, senior brother.
Some of his lessons are appropriate, but his eldest brother is a deacon of our inheritance hall. He is in the early stage of foundation building and his status is only lower than that of steward Hong Bo. I'm afraid he will put on the shoes of his senior brother tomorrow!"
"Oh, by the way, tomorrow is the time for us to accept the task." Zhang San also thought about it.
"Yes, I had originally arranged for senior brother and me to do a simple task together, but now it seems that there may be changes tomorrow..." Fatty Jin frowned a little.
"Senior brother..." Seeing Zhang San, who was already sitting cross-legged on the bed and adjusting his breath, still looking calm, Fatty Jin became a little anxious.
Zhang San waved his hand and said gently: "It doesn't matter, the soldiers will come to cover up the water and the soil. It's just a pity that you have worked so hard, junior brother, go and have a good rest!"
"Alas!" Fatty Jin still wanted to say something, but when he saw this, he had no choice but to walk out of the door.
The morning sun rises, and in the early morning inheritance hall, there are curls of green smoke everywhere. The seemingly chaotic environment is yet orderly. In a corner where a group of newcomers such as Zhang San are sitting, they are listening to a middle-aged man in red talking about something.
What.
Although Zhang San was calm on the surface, waves of strange eyes surrounded him from time to time. Looking at Fatty Jin's dull expression on the side, Zhang San also understood that he had bumped into the "rightful owner".
The man in red must be the "powerful" foundation-building brother.
Zhang San was also helpless. The feeling of just waiting for others to pronounce his fate here made Zhang San feel angry and secretly cruel.
"Strength, everything is strength!"
"Zhang San, ninth level of Qi training!" the man in red shouted and suddenly stopped. The surroundings were silent, and his eyes were coldly looking straight at Zhang San.
"Zhang San, are you here?" As the words rang out again, a pressure from the foundation-building realm came over.
"Huh!" But Zhang San still stood upright, like a big tree, letting the "breeze" blow by, and just responded lightly: "Here!"
"Okay, okay! As expected, heroes come from youth. No wonder my incompetent brother is still lying on the bed. It's not unfair." The man in red unexpectedly ignored the surprised looks around him and suddenly smiled.
"Zhang San, yellow grade mineral vein, serve for one month!" After saying that, he ignored him and turned around to leave.
"Ore service!"
Strange looks came from all around, and Fatty Jin also exclaimed in a low voice, but Zhang San's face darkened.
Ore veins! It is the cornerstone of a sect, and it is also the source of spiritual energy. Even if you go to serve and dig spiritual stones, the independent absorption of spiritual energy between the pores of the body is also a good condition for the body, but tasks like this are usually performed by sects.
Only those disciples with real potential and connections will have the opportunity.
"Senior brother," Fatty Jin slowly walked to Zhang San's side and said a little uneasily: "How about we go find Uncle Hong..."
"It's no hurry," Zhang San's eyes looked out the door. A dragon flying boat had already sailed into Zhang San's spiritual perception. In front of the "dragon boat", a big flag was shouting.
Hupiaodang, with the word "service" written on it.