Quick Travel: Cannon fodder is not mixed in

Without anyone stopping him, Chang Yuan quickly reached the top of the mountain.

However, he was attacked by a gang energy as soon as he arrived. He managed to avoid it and saw Jiuchi in front of him entangled with an old man.

On the other side, Lingbao, who was hiding behind the tree, saw him and his eyes lit up: "Zhang Yuan, go and help!"

Zhang Yuan didn't listen to her instructions. After careful observation, he took the opportunity to run to the other side.

If you don't seize the time to hunt for treasures at this time, what's the point of fighting?

Moreover, the two people I met before were not simple. Although their spiritual bodies were incomplete and only a few fragments of their souls were left, they were able to exert such strength, which was enough to show how powerful they were.

In other words, Wang Zhou would really suffer a big loss if he lost the power of Laoshan.

"Zhang Yuan! You made a mistake!" Lingbao couldn't believe it, but now she didn't have any advantage, and none of the people she brought came in.

On the contrary, she met several groups of killers from other states along the way. Those guys were still dishonest, and they would all come back with revenge after she left.

By then, she would have obtained Kunpeng's blood, gained immortality, and would have plenty of time to deal with those states.

Lingbao was so excited that he didn't notice at all that she called out and attracted the attention of the killer over there.

Say the other side.

Zhang Yuan slipped away and arrived at the main hall square, which was terrifyingly big and could hold tens of thousands of people.

The palace gate is majestic and domineering, but it has been in disrepair for a long time, and it feels like it will fall down at any time.

Sand, sand, sand~

At this moment, Zhang Yuan heard the sound of sweeping the floor.

He looked around and saw that there was no one in the empty square, but the sound of sweeping the floor sounded so close that it shouldn't be there.

He lifted his feet and began to search.

Gradually, he realized that it was not him who was searching, but the sound of sweeping the floor that was guiding him, because every time he thought he was about to find the sound, it was far away again, seeming to play with him.

From the front mountain to the backyard, all the way until dark.

Zhang Yuan yawned and urged: "Isn't this a test of ear skills? But we are not here to be apprentices, so why is it so troublesome?"

After thinking about it, nothing seems right.

creak!

The yellow ones were piled on the ground and made a clicking sound when stepped on. The branches hidden underneath were inevitably affected, making the sound even more piercing.

Under the moonlight, there was a figure standing. The old man held a broom, turned around slowly, raised his brows suddenly, and said with disdain: "It's so slow. If you don't practice hard, when will you succeed in learning!"

Zhang Yuan was stunned: "Huh?"

"You still don't want to make progress. When I was your age, I spent all day practicing magic in the back mountain. As soon as I reached the crown, I reached the standard of going down the mountain. You, you, what should I say about you as a teacher?" The old man was sloppy. Sloppy, with a beard all over his face, he looked miserable.

Zhang Yuan pointed at himself: "Look carefully, I am not a disciple of Laoshan, just an outsider."

The old man held the broom and looked closer. He stared at it for a long time under the moonlight.

Unexpectedly, he suddenly shouted and swung the broom: "Be brave!"

Zhang Yuan was so frightened that he stepped back and stepped on a dead leaf.

"Who is here? How dare you break into Laoshan without permission? What do you want?" the old lady shouted loudly.

Zhang Yuan had a headache. He just felt that this person on Laoshan Mountain was really interesting. He would either trip him up, test his skills, or admit his mistake.

"Zhang Yuan came here with the intention of taking Kunpeng's blood." Chang Yuan answered truthfully.

The old man touched his head in confusion: "Kunpeng blood, what is that?"

Zhang Yuan explained to him: "It's a very powerful thing, everyone in the world wants it."

"Bullshit!"

The old man threw the broom in anger, put his two fingers together, and scolded Zhang Yuan: "Wang San, I thought you were just playing for fun in the past. I didn't expect you to learn to lie. You made up these lies to deceive me in order not to practice. Today I will do a good job." I’ll teach you a lesson so that you won’t dare to do this in the future!”

After saying this, he picked up the broom again, raised it above his head, and rushed towards Zhang Yuan.

Zhang Yuan's eyes widened and he turned around and ran away. The broom was so real that it would definitely hurt if it hit him.

"How dare you run away! You bastard! You can't escape today's beating!" the boss yelled.

Zhang Yuan explained bitterly: "I am not a disciple of Laoshan, let alone the third king you call me. Please do me a favor and let me go."

"I'm smart, don't try to trick me." The old man didn't believe it.

In the end, Zhang Yuan was caught and forced to learn Taoism with his head pressed down. It was indeed different from the things he had learned in the past. It was subtle and unpredictable.

The more he looked into it, the more frightened he became, and the more regrettable it became. Laoshan should not be so lonely, let alone lose at the hands of his own family.

Snapped!

"I'm distracted again!"

Zhang Yuan paused for a moment and was hit on the head again.

Previously, the old man took him to a cave in the back mountain, sealed the entrance of the cave, and forced him to study hard, otherwise he would be knocked on the head.

"Master, I often tell you that you must persevere in practicing. Don't think that you can be lazy once you know it. If you don't advance, you will retreat. It's like sailing against the current. You have to rush forward with all your strength to have a chance to see the other side."

Zhang Yuan was curious: "What's on the other side?"

The old man's face darkened, and he hit him again: "You don't care what's on the other side! Practice hard!"

boom!

At this moment, there was a noise outside.

The old man frowned: "You stay here and practice, I'll go out and take a look."

When he turned around, Zhang Yuan saw clearly that there was a dagger stuck in his waist. Due to time, it gradually rusted and the pattern on the handle also fell off.

If his guess is correct, this is Wang San's master - Wang Songhe.

The rapid decline of Laoshan at that time was closely related to this disappearance.

Now it seems that something unexpected has happened.

However, Wang San never had the chance to see his master again. Master and apprentice were separated by Yin and Yang, and they would never see each other again.

However, Zhang Yuan was even more curious about what was so different about Laoshan Mountain that it could keep the souls of the dead alive.

Boom boom boom!

The noise outside was getting louder and louder, and Zhang Yuan wanted to go out and have a look, but the old man sealed the cave door before leaving. He couldn't get out until he learned the technique.

Since entering this world, his own abilities have been limited, and it seems that something has been suppressing him.

All in all, he wouldn't be able to get out of this cave without learning the techniques in front of him.

outside--

Wang Songhe walked out and happened to bump into the killer who broke into the back mountain. He didn't know which state or country he belonged to. Who used his true identity when he was out.

"Hmph, you dare to break into Laoshan without permission, you really are not afraid of death!" Wang Songhe became angry and used thunderous means.

This scene happened to be seen by Jiuchi and Lingbao who were following closely behind. They stepped back in time and hid behind a tree.

"Laoshan Taoism, he is the last person in charge of Laoshan, Wang Songhe. He is still alive!" Lingbao exclaimed.

Jiuchi explored carefully and then shook his head: "He is dead, and all that is left now is his soul. Laoshan is really extraordinary."

Hearing this, Lingbao's pupils widened, and madness surged into his heart.

"If a dead person can still remain in the world, he must have used Kunpeng's blood, right?"

Jiuchi felt it carefully and then denied it: "He didn't use Kunpeng's blood. I didn't feel the breath of Kunpeng's blood on him."

Lingbao breathed a sigh of relief and suppressed his boiling emotions: "It would be fine if I didn't."

If the answer she just got was another, she couldn't guarantee that she would do something drastic because Kunpeng's blood must be hers.