Journey to the West: Rebirth Tongtian, start to win Sun Wukong

At the same time, at the foot of Huaguo Mountain.

Dozens of new disciples are confronting one person.

The man was dressed in a blue gown, wearing a lun scarf, with his hands behind his back, with a warm expression, like a scholar who is harmless to humans and animals.

But if you really regard him as a scholar who has no power to restrain a chicken, it would be a big mistake.

At his feet, lay a new audience.

Everyone was groaning in pain, obviously suffering serious injuries.

All of this was naturally done by this man.

He was the human race who set foot on Huaguo Mountain for the third time and almost became the demon in charge of the Heavenly Lord.

Looking at him, the Xinjiejiao members on the opposite side looked cautious.

Don't dare to make a move easily.

Among the people lying at his feet, there were no fewer than ten Daluo Jinxians, and there were even two quasi-sages!
But such existences were all resolved by him lightly!
It is enough to see that the young man in front of him is absolutely no small matter.

Seeing them like this, the human race smiled slightly:
"Zi said: I have friends coming from afar. It's nothing to say. You don't want to welcome me, but you want to attack me without saying anything. Could it be that this is how you Huaguoshan treat guests?"

Compared with ten years ago, he is obviously more mature and stable.

If it was placed before, in such a situation, he would definitely hit it directly without hesitation.

After he finished speaking, there was no response.

No wonder, he stepped lightly.

Up a few steps.

The members of the Xinjie sect retreated one after another.

When it was time to retreat, everyone could only bite the bullet and stand in front of him.

"It's better to see you as the head coach, you are not my opponent."

This sentence, he said lightly.

But there was a lot of confidence in his tone.

As soon as he finished these words, Daoist Zhangtian descended from the sky.

Falling in front of those new interceptors.

Seeing him, everyone seemed to have found their backbone, and finally heaved a sigh of relief, and said one after another:
"Meet the headmaster."

Lord Zhang Tiandao ignored it.

He looked at the Xinjie congregation lying on the ground in the distance.

His face became ugly.

He stared at the human race for a long time without saying a word.

Although it doesn't appear on the surface, in fact, there is already a turbulent wave in Daoist Zhangtian's heart.

This human race, ten years ago was only the Taiyi Golden Immortal.

But now, the quasi-sage and strong man can't beat the waves in front of him, and he is not an enemy at all!
Such a speed of cultivation is really shocking!

It really is a monster!
Even Daoist Master Zhang Tian is not necessarily his opponent now.

Looking at the entire Huaguo Mountain, the only one who can suppress it is probably the Heavenly Dao Saint.

Thinking of this, Zhangtian Daojun couldn't help but feel a little bitter.

Why is the gap between people so big?

He watched this human race grow step by step with his own eyes.

It took 20 years to grow from a mere Mahayana realm to the present level!

Think about yourself again.

It was Qin Feng himself who took action, coupled with countless natural materials and earthly treasures, who forcibly pushed him to the quasi-sage realm.

Thinking of this, Zhangtian Daojun felt very uncomfortable.

Even so, he was calm.

Staring at the human race, he pretended to look around.

He was taken aback suddenly, and found that he couldn't sense any spiritual power fluctuations from his body!

It was as if he was facing just an ordinary person.

Although it was strange, Daoist Zhangtian didn't think much about it, he just muttered:
"Maybe it's some kind of qi-retaining technique."

Then he said to the human race:

"You really came."