Half an hour later, Yan Ning finally opened his eyes, but his eyes were not as promising as half an hour, but instead he was a little disappointed.

The essence and blood of more than one hundred purple-armored zombies only improved half of Yan Ning's body. It was completely incomparable to the essence and blood of that guy Lei Fu before. Even the essence and blood of all purple-armored zombies combined was only half of Lei Fu's essence and blood.

As the amount of essence and blood required from a roaring zombie to a thug of resentment is extremely large.

Despite this, it is better than nothing. The essence and blood of more than 100 purple-armored zombies at least improves their bodies.

This is not what makes Yan Ning depressed. What really makes him depressed was that he remembered the resentment zombie Nie Shi... If he had woken up a few days ago, he could use the Sumeru Ring to suck the zombie essence and blood in Nie Shi's body. As a result, Nie Shi was burned completely, and the precious resentment level zombie essence and blood have disappeared.

While sighing, Yan Ning heard a sound from outside the door. He thought that Zhuang Xiaoya had come back, so he quickly put on his clothes, jumped out of bed, and opened the door.

After opening the door, he saw not Zhuang Xiaoya, but Zhang Quan dressed in black.

I saw Zhang Quan sitting in the yard with two tea cups in front of him, and the tea scent in the teapot in the middle was filled with the fragrance of tea.

Yan Ning didn't understand where Zhang Quan got the teapot and hot water, but he still laughed exaggeratedly and sat next to Zhang Quan: "Zhang Quan, it's great that you are not dead."

"Yes." Zhang Quan nodded lukewarmly.

Yan Ning's face turned stiff, and Zhang Quan's reaction was different from what he imagined.

"Tea can be said, it is very good. The way of saints is also related to the tea ceremony. The way of tea ceremony samadhi, the way of tea lies in the peace of mind; the way of tea ceremony is the mortal world, the way of tea lies in the small pot and the world; the way of tea is in unity, the way of tea lies in the coming from nowhere to nowhere; the way of tea lies invisible, the way of tea lies in the heart that all tea is tea. This is the heart of tea, and it is also the "right way" of tea."

Zhang Quan said a lot of words Yan Ning couldn't figure out. It seemed irrelevant, but every sentence seemed to remind Yan Ning.

Yan Ning was anxious and was about to ask, but Zhang Quan suddenly reached out, picked up the teapot, and poured tea for Yan Ning: "The tea is ready."

Yan Ning was full of words and held back again. He glanced at the light smoke floating on the teacup, then gently picked up the teacup and drank it in his mouth.

This unknown tea is very bitter. When he was put in, Yan Ning couldn't help frowning, but after a brief aftertaste, a fragrance suddenly came from Yan Ning's mouth, which made him feel much more awake.

"What kind of tea is this?"

"The unique Drunken Fairy Tea on Longhu Mountain."

"Drunk Immortal? But why do I become more and more awake as I drink?" Yan Ning was puzzled.

"The drunk immortal should be like life. Some people live soberly, some people live intoxication, while others... are sober in intoxication, and intoxicated in soberness." Zhang Quan said another tongue twister.

Yan Ning smashed it, smashed it, and said speechlessly: "Don't go around with me. I am a poor student who has not even passed the university. If you have any ideas, please tell me directly."

Zhang Quan nodded, and it seemed that he was a little tired: "What I want to tell you is that I have figured it out a lot."

"For example?" Yan Ning raised his eyebrows.

"You left me in the dust storm, and I knew I could not be by your side for the rest of my life and call you boss."

Yan Ning was speechless. It turned out that Zhang Quan was still sulking with himself because of the sandstorm. He quickly explained: "The situation was critical at that time, and I couldn't even open my eyes. Wu Jue, who was caught by chance, would have taken you out if I caught you."

"No need to say too much," Zhang Quan waved his hand, "Actually, I just wanted to find an excuse to go back to Longhu Mountain."

Yan Ning wiped his cold sweat. It turned out that Zhang Quan was homesick: "You want to go back, you can do it anytime, I have never stopped you."

Zhang Quan nodded, stood up immediately, and walked out of the yard. Yan Ning found that his body was still a little weak, and it turned out that the injuries he had suffered had not healed.

"You're leaving now?" Yan Ning was stunned.

"He Ziyin has been crippled by you. Longhu Mountain needs me more now, so I have to leave now." Zhang Quan moved forward slowly and said without looking back.

Yan Ning nodded and stopped talking.

He also understood the difference between Jiang Wujue and Zhang Quan. Jiang Wujue is just a descendant of Gongliang's lineage, but Zhang Quan is the core of the entire Longhu Mountain. He would never be able to follow him without any selfishness like Jiang Wujue.

It's not a bad thing to leave now.

Zhang Quan had already stepped out of the threshold with one foot, and heard the voice coming again: "On behalf of Longhu Mountain, I will tell you that there will be no investigation in the future, but if you dare to go to the Zhenbao Pavilion to get things next time, I will definitely not be ruthless!"

After hearing this, Yan Ning felt guilty. It turned out that Zhang Quan already knew about this.

Fortunately, Zhang Quan did not intend to pursue the matter. As Hu Daoming said before, Kunwu Sword is not a treasure but a burden to Longhu Mountain. In contrast, Yan Ning took away a trouble and took away some magic weapons and pills that were countless in the Longhu Mountains. It was no big deal.

After Zhang Quan said this, Yan Ning felt much more relaxed. He waved his hand and summoned all the Mingpo Sword and Kunwu Sword and placed it on the table.

The Netherworld Sword emits a faint blue light; the Kunwu sword is sharp, and the cold light is raging under the sun.

With another wave, seventy-two golden needles flew out and floated in front of Yan Ning.

These three magical weapons are Yan Ning's biggest reliance when facing the enemy.

Yan Ning's gaze swept across the Golden Needle and the Ming Bang Sword, and finally stopped on the Kunwu Sword.

When fighting with He Ziyin, Yan Ning used the Kunwu Sword to slash a Daoyitang White Tiger. What surprised him was that the one flying out of the Kunwu Sword was not a white tiger, but a monster with a dragon head and tiger body, most of which was the Kunwu insect that was in the past.

Kunwu is strong, but Yan Ning's Taoist practice is relatively weak. Yan Ning also called that move "Kunwu Slay".

With Yan Ning's current Taoist practice, a Kunwu Slash would make his lamp dry. This really made Yan Ning blush. Kunwu Slash's domineeringness made Yan Ning determined to practice this move. If one day he practiced to great success, I am afraid that nothing in this world could stop Kunwu Sword.

Then, a purple figure appeared in Yan Ning's mind.

When he came to Huangsha Ancient City on this trip, Yan Ning's most unexpected gain was probably Jiang Zitong.
Chapter completed!