Zhang San saw that the Soul-Slaying Art had achieved results, and the Taoist boy was affected and his soul was unclear. He moved but thought, "Kill him while he is sick."
However, the Taoist boy was smart. Seeing Zhang San's eyes flashing fiercely, he quickly threw a jade slip over.
Zhang San's eyes were focused, and he took the jade slip. After pondering for a moment, he put it on his forehead and examined it.
After absorbing the information inside, looking at the obvious tears hanging from the corners of the children's eyes, Zhang San couldn't help but smile, and dropped a drop of blood on the jade slip. After a burst of white light, it showed that Zhang San accepted it.
The introductory test of Shengyi Sect, and the jade slip is of no use, but if Zhang San dies, the jade slip will instantly sense and automatically break.
Seeing Zhang San still looking at him with a gloomy expression after finishing dripping blood, the Taoist boy couldn't help but feel guilty, "Fellow Taoist, walk slowly. Just come back here when the jade slips are hot and shiny next time."
"Haha!" Zhang San didn't answer, but looked at the Taoist boy with a smile, as if he didn't know what he meant.
The Taoist boy couldn't help but swallowed his saliva, and said with a wry smile: "Fellow Taoist, why do you have to embarrass me, a boy? I am also a sect leader and I have to do this!"
"Fellow Taoist, you are very calculating. I clearly sensed your murderous intention just now. Could it be that your sect is going to send out a killer when you are testing your disciples!" Zhang San did not listen to the Taoist boy's words and pressed forward step by step.
Leave no room for anything.
"You really think of yourself as a person!" Tao Tong was furious in his heart, but he said: "What do you mean, fellow Taoist? You must know that I am the supervisor of the recruitment this time. Even if the shot is a bit heavier, the person who is injured will still be injured."
it's me!"
Zhang Sanyi thought that this was true. Now that he was angry and the other party had admitted defeat, it was better for him to keep a low profile when he first entered the world of cultivation. If that boy's hair got violent and struck out one after another regardless of hurting his mind, I'm afraid he would be the first to do so.
I have to go to the underworld to report. You must know that when the Taoist boy was about to perform the Taoist technique, Zhang San did feel a danger of death.
Thinking of this, Zhang San also rationalized. According to the habit of his previous life, he wanted to leave a scene before leaving and said: "Since fellow Taoist said so, then I will not accompany you. If I am lucky enough to enter the sect in the future, I will also
I have plenty of time to get close to fellow Taoists."
After Zhang San finished speaking, he turned around and left.
"Go slowly!" Just as Zhang San turned around, the Taoist boy behind him shouted.
"What else is there?" Zhang San frowned.
"Well, it seems that if we can't resolve the karma with fellow Taoist today, fellow Taoist will not give up." The Taoist boy took out the storage bag hanging on his waist with a bitter look on his face and was about to throw it at Zhang San.
"Senior brother, if you don't mind it, then accept this little brother's offer." The Taoist boy said sincerely.
Zhang San couldn't help but sneer and said disdainfully: "Zhang is not talented. He thinks he is capricious and moody. But when I saw you, fellow Taoist, today, I realized that there are people outside the world, and there is a world outside the world. This face..."
Zhang San said sarcastically while backing up. Seeing that the boy's eyes were blazing with anger, but his face didn't show anything, he felt more and more that there was a conspiracy.
"Take the move!" The Taoist boy burst out in anger. He attacked with hatred, and a burst of spiritual power with red light instantly hit Zhang San's chest. This time, he fully grasped Zhang San's weakness of low spiritual power.
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"Humph!" Zhang San groaned and took a half step back, but was not hurt. His hand reflexively grabbed the object in his arms. When he took a closer look, it was the storage bag!
"Oops!" Zhang San looked at the ecstatic Taoist boy and reacted. He was about to throw the storage bag out, but the boy had already shouted: "Master, help."
Just listen to the sound, blessed by spiritual power, scattering with endless anger.
"You've been tricked, run away!" Zhang San didn't care about anything else. He flashed his figure and passed a few meters in the blink of an eye. Unexpectedly, the spiritual energy around him suddenly rioted, and a coercion fell from the sky. In an instant, Zhang San's jumping body was oppressed.
Come down.
"You can't move!" Zhang San was shocked and began to muster all his spiritual energy to try to offset the majesty. However, where there was resistance, there was endless suppression. Zhang San's back instantly felt like a huge mountain was on his back!
"The master is him. He not only injured me, but also snatched my storage bag!" Tao Tong took the opportunity to show off.
"Oh!" As an old voice came, an old man in white appeared from a distance. Zhang San was unable to move due to the pressure of his own high-level spiritual energy.
Zhang San was breathing hard and panting at this time, and he didn't have time to say anything.
The old man didn't seem to be interested in Zhang San, but when he heard what the boy said, he was a little surprised and said: "Oh, an ant who is on the first level of Qi training actually hurts you, who is on the fifth level of Qi training."
The old man dispersed the spiritual pressure on Zhang San and said indifferently: "I'll give you a chance to take action!"
The moment the old man appeared, Zhang San calmed down from his rage. After seeing the murderous intent of the old man speaking, he couldn't help but sneer in his heart: "It's really the same in the world, there are people who want to be a bastard.
I also want to hang up the bitch in the archway."
Looking at the old man who was only about two meters away from him, Zhang San had a sarcastic look on his lips, and the spiritual sense in his mind was shaking endlessly. When his mind felt like it was being hollowed out, a solid white sharp edge on his head pointed in the direction of the old man.
Removed instantly.
After the old man finished speaking, he saw white light flashing in Zhang San's eyes, and a cold light came straight to his forehead. He was surprised and said: "Soul attack!"
"Boy, how dare you!" The old man did not dare to be careless and quickly retreated. The spiritual sense in his mind surged out, temporarily neutralizing Zhang San's offensive.
The distance of ten meters is the ultimate level of Zhang San's spiritual sense, which is equivalent to the initial stage of foundation building. "What a pity!" Zhang San said disappointedly. If there was a buffer time of a few seconds, he might be able to rush into the sea of consciousness of the old man.
Even if it can't kill him, it can still injure him severely.
After Zhang San saw the old man retreating from the distance, he couldn't help but lie down on the ground in despair, closed his eyes, and looked like he was being slaughtered.
The old man's face also turned red, and he was actually forced back by the younger generation. His hands and fingers began to move quickly, and the surrounding spiritual energy gathered to launch a magic spell to end the source of his embarrassment.
However, at this moment, the old man's ears twitched slightly, and the color on his face changed. Although his eyes were still sharp, his hands stopped, and then the spiritual energy dispersed.
Seeing the transformation of the old man, Zhang San did not speak, but the Taoist boy felt like his heart was on fire. He thought he had seen through Zhang San, so he devised an excuse to lure the master out. He originally thought that killing a bumpkin would be a solution.
Unable to grasp it.
However, Zhang San showed such strength that even the master who built the foundation had to give in three points, and now he is even more likely to stop.
"I have already offended Zhang San to the end!" Tao Tong thought to himself, gritting his teeth and reminding him, "Master..."
The old man waved his hand and did not let the Taoist boy continue speaking. Instead, he looked at Zhang San on the ground and began to think deeply.