The Monk

Chapter 741: Have fun

He really wanted to kill Zhang Awei, but looking at the situation in front of him, if he really went up to fight for his life, it was estimated that not many of the thirty of them would survive. He felt so angry that he suddenly shouted loudly: "Why do you want us to stop?"

The sound was loud, not much louder than Zhang Ain's shouts. Zhang was afraid of being pretentious, but he clasped his ears and muttered: "Why are you shouting so loudly? I'm not deaf." The voice was loud or small, but everyone could hear it.

The top master of Yunlong Sect was so angry that he wanted to ask: "Am I deaf? You shouted louder just now!"

Zhang Awei finished buttoning his ears and pretended to have a look of realization: "Ah, you said this, just stop and stop fighting."

Zhang Ping didn't want to kill anyone. Between him and the Yunlong Clan, he was basically the one bullying the Yunlong Clan disciples. He was really embarrassed to kill one after another, killing low-hands and masters. He believed that he didn't have much hatred against Yunlongmen, and there was no need to form a life-or-death feud to destroy the family. But letting them go so easily makes me feel a little uncomfortable. After all, I am also the number one master in the world. Since you dare to provoke me and seek death, it is nothing for me to bully you and make you angry. After all, I haven't killed anyone yet. no.

This was his theory. All the Yunlongmen disciples he had killed died in vain, just to enjoy themselves.

He was having fun, but the Yunlongmen monk was extremely unhappy. He couldn't figure out what this bastard wanted to do. He set up an ambush to trick us, and then he said he wouldn't fight. Is there a bigger conspiracy?

The top master's face turned stiff for a moment. Was there something wrong with the mountain gate? His eyes stared fiercely at Zhang Afraid.

Zhang Ping pretended that he didn't see it and asked with a smile: "Can you agree, we won't fight, I will give it to you."

Can you be more irritating? You've had enough of teasing people, and you said you didn't want to fight at all? The master of Yunlong Sect was so angry that he was speechless.

Zhang Ping didn't pay attention to what they were doing. After speaking, he looked up at the sky, scratched his head and muttered: "Is my foot strength getting stronger? Why is that bastard gone?" He lifted Zhang Tianfang up to the sky with his kick, but he hadn't fallen down yet. .

He looked up at the sky, and saw a fierce palm wind coming from behind him, and a big man yelled: "I ask you to kick me again."

Zhang Tianfang was kicked into the sky, and he took a long detour and came back from behind, intending to sneak attack Zhang Ai. Zhang Ai's figure slipped around, raised his right foot again, and with a whoosh, Zhang Tianfang was in the sky again. Zhang Awei clapped his hands with satisfaction and said, "You dare to cheat on me, little boy."

Fang Jian couldn't stand it any longer, coughed and asked, "Have you had enough fun?" He asked directly. Zhang was afraid that he would not be able to pretend to be stupid and continue to fool around. If he continued to fool around like this, it would be a slap in the face, and Declaring war on Yunlongmen didn't make much difference, so I had to cough and say: "Retract the team."

Except for the five leaders and the four drivers, the two hundred and twenty-two white warriors entered the first and last carriages in an orderly manner, as obedient as soldiers.

The other party has five carriages. Two carriages are filled with Nascent Soul mid-level monks. What are the contents of the other three carriages? The Yunlongmen monk felt that this operation was a bit hasty and careless. Seeing the strict and orderly state of the other party's Yunying monk, I was horrified. Are you thinking that Yunying monk is not a master? Or is this how Nascent Soul masters are treated in their place?

Needless to say, it was embarrassing for the fight to reach this level. All the Yunlongmen monks were very angry, especially the bearded man and the thin man who had fought against each other before. One of these two guys played the pipa and the other played with the machete. They were both musical attack weapons. But every time he made a move, Zhang was afraid that the bastard would scream, loud enough to easily overwhelm the noise made by the magic weapons in their hands. How else could they fight?

The leading top monk was even more aggrieved. How could this be a fight? It's obviously teasing! But they have already put on a posture and said they won't fight. How can I still force my disciples to fight again? Judging from the terrifying strength of the other party, if there was a fight, I don't know how many of the thirty of them would survive.

After thinking about it, I could only retreat temporarily, so I said coldly: "Retreat." The thirty masters went back as they came, and went back to Yunlong Mountain to find someone to vent their anger on.

While the top master was thinking, Zhang Tianfang fell from the sky. The top master led the people to retreat. Zhang Tianfang deliberately asked him: "Why are you leaving? No more fighting?"

A war ended in nothing. After the Yunlongmen monks left, Zhang Ain walked back to the third carriage and asked Fu Kong: "No killing was done. Are you satisfied?"

Fu Kong lowered his eyebrows and clasped his hands together and said, "The donor is a kind person." "You're a good bastard. I can't beat him, otherwise this matter will never be over." Zhang Tianfang followed and cursed. He did two trapezes, and he was very angry. No less than those Yunlongmen monks.

Zhang Wen laughed it off. He didn't know what the little pig and kitten were doing all the way. They always hid in the car and never came out. They were still lazy when they finally came out. Curious, he went into the car and took a look. He didn't find anything wrong. The monsters themselves Playing his own game, Sand Bear surrounded Lin Sen and begged for a drink. Zhang Ain smiled and said hello, and Lin Sen laughed and scolded: "It's nice outside, isn't it? I won't come in to spend time with the old man."

Zhang Ping said, "I'll drink with Uncle Lin now." He went outside to catch the piglet and kitten Huo'er, and asked the five captains to board the car. The convoy set off, and said to Fang Jian, "I'll go in and stay for a while." Zhang Tianfang Quit: "I'll go in too." He entered the carriage ahead of Zhang Awei. Fang Jian smiled and said, "You go in, I'll watch." Zhang Ain nodded and went into the carriage to drink with Lin Sen.

The carriage is large and comfortable, with all the cushioned couches, so there is absolutely no problem in arranging a rest for a hundred or so people. Lin Sen sat in a corner of the carriage drinking, Zhang Tianfang went over to drive away the sand bear, and the fat babies stayed at the other end to sleep.

Zhang was afraid to come over and sit down. Lin Sen took out a cup and poured him wine. After the cup was full, he asked, "Is the matter resolved?"

Zhang Feng said: "The one who was looking for me didn't find the scent of the dolls." He knew what Lin Sen was worried about. Lin Sen nodded: "It's always right to be careful. I'm afraid a bunch of little bastards will get wild and sneak out after returning to the mountain."

Zhang Awei raised his glass and said, "Probably not. There is only one exit in the entire back mountain, in front of Uncle Lin's house. Magic spells have been added everywhere in the formation. Except for Uncle Lin's courtyard, it is impossible to escape anywhere else."

Lin Sen drank and said, "We can't always keep them in the back mountain."

This was a troublesome thing, and Zhang was scratching his head a little. Zhang Tianfang suddenly spoke: "You two are just talking? There is still a big living person here."

"Who stopped you from talking?"

"You two are talking one sentence after another, and I have to be able to get in."

Now the two brothers were talking one sentence after another. Lin Sen asked with a smile: "How long have you two known each other?"

Zhang Tianfang was confused for a while and asked Zhang Awei: "How long?" Zhang Awei was angry at him: "Not long ago, I met Xiaozhu first, and then I met you." "How do you say it?" Zhang Awei was furious: "I still "Not as good as a pig?" "That's hard to say." Zhang Ai put Zhang Tian into the ditch very seriously.

Zhang Tianfang was about to speak when he suddenly noticed something looking at him. He glanced around and saw the little pig not far away silently staring at him with his small eyes open. If he looked carefully, there was a faint flame jumping in his eyes, just waiting for him to say. Wrong words.

Zhang Tianfang was shocked by the sight and sighed: "This is a pig ancestor." He raised his glass and drank it to himself.

Zhang Ai said to Lin Sen: "Uncle Lin, after returning to the mountain, I will open all the eighteen magic circles. The exit is the mountain gate. This will be better. The ground will also be set up so that no one can escape."

Before Lin Sen could say anything, Fu'er stood up and said, "You're so mean when you say bad things behind our backs when we are really asleep." Several dolls got up one after another and echoed: "That's right, just those ruined buildings." The mountain peak is not much bigger than Nitian Cave, huh.”

Zhang was afraid of breaking into a cold sweat. These little guys were really difficult to deal with. Lin Sen chuckled and said: "It would be good to expand the scope. There are eighteen peaks and a radius of nearly a hundred miles, which is enough for them." Of course, the children had different opinions and shouted: "Not enough, not enough." Lin Sen frowned. Suppression: "If you are dishonest, I will send you back to Nitian Cave." Only a bunch of fat guys dared to shut up their little mouths in anger and dare not speak.

Zhang Ain drank with Lin Sen for a while. After he was drunk, he got out of the car and continued driving. Zhang Tianfang stayed inside and fought with Sha Xiong.

During the day, he forcibly shocked the Yunlongmen monks. After that, the journey was very peaceful, and no cultivators came to trouble him. As long as the fat baby is not discovered, there will be no big trouble. Who can take the initiative to provoke a large number of masters after eating too much?

Traveling all the way across states and counties, five days have passed quickly. The biggest trouble during these five days is that there are always people who want to buy horses, and there are also people who want to steal them. Although they do not pose any threat, they are really troublesome. The number of Bai Zhan team members driving the carriages The first time I wanted to kill someone to vent my anger, I was afraid of being scolded, so I held back forcefully. For them, killing someone is easier than talking to a bunch of boring people.

On the sixth day, a plain appeared in front of us. A Bai Zhan team member came over and said, "Two thousand miles east of here is Yunlong Mountain."

Zhang was afraid. Two thousand miles was neither far nor close. For high-level cultivators, it was almost zero. In order to avoid further disputes with the Yunlongmen monks, he ordered: "Speed ​​up."

He thought about leaving here first, but he found an old man a thousand meters ahead. He was not tall, wearing homespun clothes and trousers, with sparse hair, stooped waist, and a wrinkled face, standing under a big tree.

Zhang Ai was shocked by the appearance of this man. He hurriedly stopped the carriage and ordered no one to move rashly. He got off the car alone, walked slowly over, and stopped thirty meters in front of the old man. It took him a quarter of an hour to reach the distance of a thousand meters. And the old man was really patient. He hunched over and waited for him under the tree, not moving or looking at him.

Zhang Wen stood still and looked at the old man carefully. He was shocked by the old man. The first reason was his strength. You had to be as close as a thousand meters to discover his existence, which showed that his cultivation level was extraordinary. It was at least better than the thirty-year-old Yunlongmen he had seen a few days ago. Experts are stronger.

The second reason is appearance. Looking at the world, how can there be a hunchback cultivator? How can there be a cultivator with a wrinkled face? There may be cultivators who don't care about appearance, but there is no need to make themselves look old. Who doesn't like smooth skin? But there must be something fishy about the old man's cultivation and appearance.