"Brother Zhu." After a scream, three figures flew up from the City Lord's Mansion. The three of them were the remaining foundation-building cultivators in the City Lord's Mansion. Originally, the three of them were watching the excitement below. There was no need for four people to take action at the same time when dealing with a small Qi-refining cultivator. Moreover, the Zhu monk took action first, and the other three were not easy to take action, so as not to avoid the Zhu monk's unhappiness. But they never expected that Zhang Zhexue, a young cultivator at the eighth level of Qi-refining, could not only deal with a foundation-building cultivator for half a stick of incense, but also used a talisman sword to cut the foundation-building cultivator under the sword. At this time, seeing the Zhu monk's death, they could not help but continue to watch the excitement, so they jumped up.

Seeing three more people flying over, Zhang Zhexue's first reaction was to escape from a distance. One of them almost lost his life. When the three came together, he would definitely die without life. He took out the divine power from the storage bag and swallowed it into his mouth. As soon as the pill entered the mouth, it immediately turned into true energy. It was poured directly into the dantian without guidance. In just two breaths, the true energy in the dantian had returned to its full state, and even caused the dantian to feel a slight pain.

Zhang Zhexue's escape speed was very fast, and the three foundation-building monks were not slow at all. They had already chased him thousands of feet away without flying for more than ten miles. Seeing the three people approaching, Zhang Zhexue's heart moved and suddenly activated his true energy. He increased his escape speed by 30%, and flew around a large circle towards the south of the city.

"Brother Guan, go to the east to block it, Brother Luo, go to the west to block it." Guan, Luo and Luo responded and turned immediately.

Zhang Zhexue heard the words of the foundation-building monk, and quickly stopped the sword light, held the sword talisman and turned around, shouting, "Several seniors, wait a moment." He was afraid that the three foundation-building monks would form three blocks, so even if he had the sword talisman, he would not be able to deal with the three foundation-building monks in three directions at the same time, so he stopped to avoid the three people from acting separately.

The three foundation-building masters had seen the power of the talisman sword and immediately stopped in the air. The man just spoke said, "Junior, do you think you can still activate the talisman sword?"

Zhang Zhexue reached out and slapped the storage bag. A jade bottle appeared in his hand. He raised the jade bottle high and laughed: "The divine power gathering Yuan Dan of the Old Ancestor Zi Ling of the Ancient Sword Sect, there are nine more pieces, and the true energy can be filled in one breath." He raised the sword talisman again and said: "The sword talisman given by Old Ancestor Zi Ling can be used six times. I wonder if the three seniors believe it?"

"Ancient Sword Sect? What's your name? Which ancestor's disciple?" asked the monk surnamed Guan.

Zhang Zhexue said: "My younger generation, Wu Tian, ​​is a disciple of the ancestor Zi Ling."

"So what about the Ancient Sword Sect? Can the Ancient Sword Sect be so arrogant? Do you think that just one talisman sword can deal with the three of us at the same time?" The Luo family founder shouted.

Zhang Zhexue smiled and said, "Of course not, but I can die with any of the three seniors. I just don't know which senior is willing to go to the underworld with me?"

The three foundation-building monks looked at each other and could see the answer from each other's eyes, that is, no one wants to be this pioneer. No one is raised by my mother's biological father, and has been practicing hard for more than a hundred years to reach the foundation-building. If he dies with this small cultivator at the eighth level of Qi Refining, he will suffer a great loss. No matter whether the boy is right or wrong, no one wants to try it. Besides, this boy is now full of real energy, even if his words are false, he will definitely have the power of one blow.

"I, Wang Jue, worshipped in the Western Qin State, junior, are you representing the Ancient Sword Sect this time?" asked the monk who had previously asked Guan and Luo to surround Zhang Zhexue.

Zhang Zhexue shook his head and said, "Senior Wang, I am just a boy from the Gu Jian Sect who has come out to train. How can I represent the Gu Jian Sect? I just saw that Sang Jicheng was a little confused recently and wanted to get some crystal elixirs. But the senior just now didn't want me to take advantage of me, and he also wanted my life, so I had to use the self-defense weapon given by the ancestor of this sect."

Wang Jue said: "Junior, what do you want to do now?"

Zhang Zhexue said: "The younger generation naturally wants to get out of here, but I don't know if the three seniors give this opportunity."

The monk surnamed Luo shouted, "You think it's easy. If you kill one of us foundation-building monks and leave so easily, how can we have our face?"

Zhang Zhexue laughed and said, "What do you want to do with Senior Luo?"

"Leave one of your hands and let you go back."

Zhang Zhexue's face changed and he said, "I want one of my hands? OK, haha, come on, give it a try."

The monk named Luo took a step forward. Just as he was about to speak, Wang Jue stopped him and whispered: "Brother Luo, it's really not worth competing with this kid." The monk named Luo looked at Wang Jue, and after thinking about it, he felt that it was not worth taking this risk, so he snorted and stopped talking.

Wang Jue said to Zhang Zhexue: "Boy, for the sake of Senior Zi Ling of the Gujian Sect, I will let you go this time, but you have to take back the items from the City Lord's Mansion and Brother Zhu's storage bag, so we can have an explanation to the above."

Zhang Zhexue had already quietly released Hu Sier. As long as the three people on the other side relaxed a little, he could hide his body. This was a dangerous thing to take. He smiled and said, "Senior, I am a Pixiu, but I can't eat it, but I can't spit it." After that, he threw a trace of true energy into the sword talisman, and the sword talisman suddenly showed a white light.

The three foundation-building monks were shocked and flew backward almost at the same time, and then sacrificed the flying swords to dance into a ball to block them. No one wanted to become the unjust soul under the talisman sword. The ghost knew who the kid's sword would shoot at?

Zhang Zhexue laughed, collected his true energy, and then used the small five elements escape technique. At this time, Hu Sier also used the secret technique of invisible and hiding, and disappeared without a trace in front of the three foundation-building monks.

As soon as he disappeared, Zhang Zhexue immediately fell to the ground, and under his feet was Sangji City. As long as he fell into the dense building complexes of Sangji City, and with a mysterious skill, those foundation-building monks would not even find themselves even if they had great skills. Unexpectedly, as soon as he fell, the three monks returned and chased him.

"Damn, can they see us?" Zhang Zhexue was shocked when he saw them chasing him.

"Young Master, that storage bag." Hu Sier had an idea and reminded him.

Zhang Zhexue suddenly realized that it must be those monks who had tampered with the treasures in the secret warehouse of the City Lord's Mansion. No wonder they were followed as soon as they came out. It must be that the secret warehouse of the Zhou family was stolen and immediately passed the news to the city Lord's Mansion. Therefore, they were prepared and set up a secret technique for tracking in the treasures in the secret warehouse.

"My mother-in-law." Zhang Zhexue took out the storage bag in pain, asked Hu Sier to apply a secret technique, and then threw it away from the side, and then flew in the opposite direction. Sure enough, as soon as the storage bag was taken, the three monks' flying swords flew towards that direction.

Zhang Zhexue turned several directions in the air. Seeing the foundation-building monks searching around, he quietly flew out of the city.

Wang Jue and the other two walked around, scanned the surrounding area with their spiritual sense, but did not notice Zhang Zhexue's traces, so they walked back together in disappointment. Wang Jue looked at Guan and Luo and smiled bitterly, "We three foundation-building monks were played with by a boy who refined the eighth level of Qi. If this was spread, others would laugh out loud."

The monk surnamed Luo also smiled bitterly and said, "I won't say this embarrassing thing anyway. That kid must be a direct descendant of the Ancient Sword Sect. Otherwise, he would not have been able to have so many treasures. The magic weapon that helped him hide his body would not even be able to detect even our spiritual consciousness. It must be the treasure handed down by the Jindan monk."

The monk surnamed Guan said, "It is a good thing to let this person escape. If this person dies, maybe the elders of this boy will come to find me to revenge. Even if the three of us join forces, they will not be able to withstand the slap of a Jindan monk."

The words of the monk named Guan made the other two depressed companions breathe a sigh of relief, and they were actually a little glad that they did not fail to kill Zhang Zhexue.

Wang Jue sighed and said, "Let's go back, let's go back, and another foundation building has fallen. It's not easy to explain to the Holy Emperor. I'd better think about what excuses to use, otherwise we will be punished."

The monk named Luo said, "Let's go back and discuss it carefully. There are only three of me here. No matter how you say it is our own business, what do you think, the two Taoist brothers think?"

Wang and Guan nodded and flew towards the city lord's mansion with the monks surnamed Luo.

Besides, after Zhang Zhexue and Hu Sier flew for more than 300 miles, he saw no one following him, so he turned to the place he had made with Yunshan. Zhang Zhexue's leg was injured, and his dantian was sore that he was soaked by the true energy transformed by the divine power gathering Yuan Dan. He was reluctant to waste the true energy in his dantian. He wanted to use the true energy to impact the meridians. While broadening the meridians, he also sootheed the dantian with too much true energy and swelling. Therefore, he was inconvenient to fly at this time, so he let out the flying boat for Hu Sier to control it. He sat down cross-legged on the bow of the boat, and then released the Leopard San, asking him to protect his Dharma.

When Bao San came out, he saw that Zhang Zhexue's legs were covered in blood and almost soaked with a pair of trousers. He said in surprise: "My master, what's wrong? Why don't you ask me to come out to help?"

Zhang Zhexue smiled bitterly and said, "I want to ask you to help, but the other party is four foundation-building monks. If you come out, you will have to pay for your ghost life in vain. There is really no need."

Bao San knelt on one knee and bowed to Zhang Zhexue, "Thank you for your care, Bao San is very grateful."

Zhang Zhexue waved his hand and said, "It's a big deal, there's no need to be so polite to me."

"My little master, you never thought that if you die, I will die of life as a young man. At this time, I should ask me to help you too."

"Hehe, of course I have thought about it, but those foundation-building monks can't do anything to me, otherwise I wouldn't have suffered this injury." Thinking of a foundation-building monk's death, and at the same time, he forced the three foundation-building monks to dare not take action, and then he calmly retreated, he felt that he was still very powerful. When he thought of his proudness, he couldn't help but laugh.
Chapter completed!