However, it is relieved to think about it.
After watching the whole fighting process, if you still can't feel something, it means that your realm has not reached that point, and it is useless to say more.
Maybe wait until the advanced purple stiffness, maybe wait until the advanced black stiffness, it will happen naturally.
"Huh? Fellow Daoist, what do you mean by this?"
Suddenly, the complexion of the white-bearded old man Zhao Tianlai changed.
Zhang Yang smiled. At the beginning, he was worried that the white-bearded old man would escape, so he asked the ghost servant to go behind him. It seems that he has been discovered now.
"Fellow daoist, get out of the way quickly. I just want to go to Yixianxia, and I don't mean any harm. You take your Yangguan road, and I cross my single-plank bridge, and each of us lives in peace. If you treat this old man like a soft persimmon, if you want to kill people and seize treasures?" , the old man is not a vegetarian, this gourd flying knife will kill you like a dog's ear!"
The white-bearded old man grasped the purple gourd in his hand, his voice sharp.
The smile on Zhang Yang's face remained unchanged, but his heart was secretly vigilant. The other party's expression didn't seem to be contrived, it seemed somewhat sure.
However, Zhang Yang did not intend to let him go. Usually, the monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage ride the wind and control the sword, aloft, and it is simply impossible for them to hunt and kill one by themselves.
It's hard to meet one now, so naturally I can't let it go.
With a thought in mind, he reminded the blood slave and the ghost servant, and at the same time directly showed his cards: "To tell you the truth, fellow Taoists, I urgently need the Foundation Establishment Pill. If you can hand over two Foundation Establishment Pills, I will let you go without saying a word. you left."
The old man with white beard snorted coldly:
"Establishing the Foundation Pill, although it is precious to us monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage, it is not a terrible thing. If I have it, why not give it to a fellow Taoist to make friends? It's just a pity... hum! Just leave, I hope fellow Taoists don’t stop me, otherwise, I’m afraid there will only be three feet of blood spattered!”
The white-bearded old man stared, his figure flickered, and he was about to leave sideways.
Zhang Yang greeted Zhao Tianlai when he saw this, the ghost servant was behind, the blood slave was in front, plus himself, the three formed a triangle and rushed towards Zhao Tianlai.
As soon as his body moved, under the scanning of his spiritual sense, Zhao Tianlai's mouth was raised, showing a sinister smile.
This movement was extremely slight, but Zhang Yang's consciousness was clearly captured, and a bad feeling rose in his heart.
"Not good! I was fooled!"
Zhang Yang thought to himself, leaning his body sideways to dodge, and at the same time raised his right arm to block in front, about to sacrifice the Eight Directions Seal.
call out!
A flash of light, like a shooting star, came straight to Zhang Yang's neck.
Ding!
There was a crisp sound, and the light bounced off.
"Poof!" There was a sound, but it was a flying knife, and the cold light flickered, dazzling people's eyes.
Zhang Yang secretly said that he was lucky.
It turned out that in a flash of inspiration just now, the raised right arm was just in front of the neck.
Although the Bafang Seal did not have time to sacrifice, it was able to block the flying knife.
The flying knife was extremely sharp and extremely fast. Seeing it easily cut through the overlapping cuticle of the right arm, one knew that one's own defense was almost non-existent in front of it. Fortunately, the Bafang printed book is a magic weapon known for its hardness, and after being enlarged, everything will be urged.
When encountering this gourd throwing knife that never falls, no one can do anything to it. It just bounced off the ground after cutting open a layer of flesh on Zhang Yang's right arm.
Seeing the situation clearly, Zhang Yang was terrified and angry.
This old bastard Zhao Tianlai was too treacherous, he even pretended to run away, but this happened, if he was a little slower just now, his head might have been taken off.
Zombies have strong bodies and tenacious vitality, but they will die without their heads.
Over there, Zhao Tianlai was even more stunned.
He couldn't be more aware of the power of the Gourd Throwing Knife. Below the foundation building stage, as long as you make a move, absolutely no one can escape.
Even a strong person at the golden core stage may be beheaded if he is careless.
The corpse repairer in front of him obviously has the most foundation building stage appearance, but he can resist his gourd throwing knife
If Zhao Tianlai also traveled through the crowd, he would definitely shout a word—this is unscientific!
Crackling!
The wind blew the clothes, and the three zombies rushed towards Zhao Tianlai without stopping.
"Zombie... Zombie!"
While moving, Zhao Tian saw Zhang Yang's face and was shocked again. He originally thought that Zhang Yang was a corpse repairer, and the two zombies were his zombie puppets, so he made a sudden move, planning to kill Zhang Yang in one fell swoop to solve the crisis... The sudden revelation of the truth was completely beyond his expectation.
However, this time there was no chance to think too much, and the three zombies had already arrived.
"ah!"
Zhao Tianlai was caught off guard and issued a small spell.
A ball of flame suddenly divided into three parts and flew towards Zhang Yang and the others.
Zhang Yang looked cold and resolute, looked at the flame and sneered, and didn't even try to hide.
puff!
The flames reached his body, and immediately burned up, and his whole body instantly became a ball of fire.
Before Zhao Tianlai had time to be happy, he saw that the momentum of the flames did not diminish at all, and continued to charge towards him.
The pitch-black claws had a cold light, and the icy eyes were full of murderous intent.
puff!
The shadow of the claws passed by, the huge head was cut off, thrown away, and blood spurted out wildly.
Woohoo!
Under Zhang Yang's order, the Blood Slave and the Ghost Servant both rushed over, opened their mouths wide, and bit into it with a loud "Kachi!", sucking madly.
Zhang Yang stood still, his mana surged, and gusts of Yin Qi blew across his body, and the flame was extinguished immediately.
Zhao Tianlai was a strong man in the foundation building stage at any time, but the fireball technique he fired in a hurry could not even exert a fraction of its power, so Zhang Yang was naturally not afraid.
He reached out and took the purple gourd.
After recognizing the master, the consciousness invaded, and immediately, lines of words emerged.
After reading, Zhang Yang showed a serious look on his face.
"It turns out that this gourd throwing knife is so powerful. Fortunately, I was so lucky that I made an unintentional movement, and such a small Bafang seal just blocked the flying knife. Otherwise, the power of this flying knife would be enough to cut off my arm. , and then cut off my head... Hiss!"
Thinking back on the scene just now, I feel terrified.
This battle taught Zhang Yang another lesson.
How can anyone who can survive in the world of comprehension be easy to deal with? Just when you thought you were sure of the enemy, maybe the enemy's butcher's knife was already on your neck.
Any carelessness may capsize your boat in the gutter.
Keep vigilant at all times and never underestimate any enemy. This is the fundamental reason for surviving in this cruel environment where the jungle preys on the jungle.
Take back the flying knife and put the purple gourd into the storage bag.
Zhang Yang has already experienced the power of this magic weapon. Although it can only be used once, it can kill the enemy with one blow at a critical moment. Cultivate well, and there will be another life-saving hole card.
Zombie puppets, Bafang seals, Wanyao banners, gourd flying knives... In just a few years, Zhang Yang has accumulated a lot of wealth without knowing it, far exceeding ordinary foundation-building stage monks, and almost equivalent to the poor Golden Core stage monk.
In the blink of an eye, the two zombies had sucked the white-bearded old man Zhao Tianlai into a mummy.
He casually took off the holding ring on Zhao Tianlai's finger, and before he had time to check anything, he sacrificed a Lihuo Talisman, a ball of flames burned the mummy into fly ash, and the three zombies immediately fled towards the depths of the jungle.
After tens of kilometers away, Zhang Yang began to check the loot ring.
This Zhao Tianlai is indeed poor enough. The storage ring is only one cubic meter in size, and it is no different from a storage bag except that it is easy to carry.
Not to mention, there are only more than 50 spirit stones inside, of which only six are medium-grade spirit stones, and the rest are low-grade spirit stones; there are also some clothes and a few bottles of medicine pills.
Zhang Yang found to his dismay that his knowledge of elixirs was really lacking, and he didn't even know any of them.
"Huh? I have a lot of pills now. Besides, I don't even know the names... Does that mean that even if there are foundation building pills in it, I don't know?"
Zhang Yang suddenly thought of this possibility. However, when you think about the number of pills in the world, there are more than tens of millions of them. There are only dozens of them in the Nawu ring at best. The chance of getting a foundation pill is too small, so I don't do anything else. Think about it.
I just thought, if there is a chance, I will catch a cultivator alive and let him identify it.
Moreover, I must learn some knowledge about elixir in the future, the life of an illiterate is difficult!
Breathe a sigh of relief after tidying up!
It seems that the hunt will continue!