The battle between the dragon python and the dragon python finally ended with the white dragon slaying the black python.

Zhang Yun, who came out of the self-dug "grave", was covered in dust, and he couldn't help coughing and glanced at Yi Jian. The latter rarely looked at Zhang Yun, who was covered in dust and a little embarrassed, with a rare smile.

"The monk is here, and my realm has been solidified. Yi Jian's words sounded as if he was talking about saving people and redeeming the realm, and it seemed that they were buying and selling, and each did not owe each other.

Zhang Yun could hear the meaning, so he put away his eyes, patted the dust on his body and said: "It's a shame that you didn't say any more, otherwise the flesh and numb will make me fall into the realm, and you can't afford to pay for it." ”

"You are at the end of the crossbow, what realm do you fall? If you want to fall, you have to have a realm to fall, right? Monk, do you say?" Yi Jian suddenly felt that there was an internal strength in the meridians, and he knew that he could already move after saving this monk.

"Brother Zhang, I am also a part of this trap, the other party not only wants your qi to be damaged, but also wants your mind to be severely frustrated, please leave!" This ascetic monk of Longjue Temple, who has suffered for many days and has not reacted at all, is now anxious and scared like a child who has done something wrong.

Zhang Yun smiled and stretched out his hand to pat the shoulder of the monk Zhishan, but the other party shrank away and moved away, still with his palms folded and a look of panic and pleading on his face.

"I said that you are a monk, you have the wisdom to ask people to apply ink and then it, how can you become so brave and so small?" Zhang Yun laughed out loud, "Mess up my mood? Didn't you hear that this great master of the Immortal Realm just said that I have no realm to fall into?"

Zhang Yun suddenly waved his hand and pulled Zhishan to his eyes.

A subtle qi change that was invisible to the naked eye pierced into Zhang Yun's palm from Zhishan's shoulder like a living insect, and Zhishan was shocked, but Zhang Yun didn't seem to notice it at all.

Zhang Yun smiled and patted Zhishan on the shoulder a few times, and said with emotion: "It's a shame that I know you as a naturally discerning monk from Longjue Temple. Can you be sure that you will be able to cultivate a Buddha pupil within three days?"

It's not that Zhishan is stupid, but Zhang Yun's sentence of jumping 108,000 miles is really amazing.

It's not that Yi Jian heard it wrong, just as he was about to make a move to pull out the trace of the qi machine that was almost underestimated, the Quartet Sword Head was also shocked by Zhang Yun's words.

There has only been one "Buddha pupil" in the history of Longjue Temple. And on the day of the completion of the Buddha's pupils, he only sat down and passed away, and his body turned into golden light and dispersed, leaving only a sentence "The Buddha's pupils are successful, and the dragon awakens to open", and nothing else.

Zhang Yun suddenly said that he wanted to regain consciousness and barely be able to act, especially since the time was only "three days". How can this be called the best and not surprised, how can it be called Yi Jian not strange?

"I have solidified my realm in a war, your calculation is already very exaggerated, okay?" Yi Jian pointed to the woman who had broken into three hundred and sixty sections at the bottom of the dry pool but had not dispersed at all, and his tone was not exaggerated.

Zhishan also bowed down and said: "Big brother is kind, little monk is in his heart, please leave quickly, find another secret place to relieve the influence of the qi, don't miss the time!"

Zhang Yun smiled quite happily, apparently because his words got the effect he wanted. As soon as he raised his arm, he had already cleaned the dust on his body, and a bird with a snow-white body like a swallow suddenly landed on his arm.

This bird is a new treasure recently acquired by the Shangguan family, named "Winter Snow", and it is used to convey information and guide the way, far better than the eagle falcon and the like. Zhang Yun is the king in the winter snow on his arm at the moment, and his name is his species name, which is called the word "winter snow".

Yi Jian recognized Dongxue at a glance, then raised his eyebrows, and said in surprise: "Is it difficult?"

Zhang Yun nodded and smiled: "It's 'difficult', but don't ask me who I invited." ”

Yi Jian pursed his lips and snorted: "Guess the fart, I know that except for you who have fully recovered, I'm afraid that only the old immortal on Wudang Mountain has the ability to change his life against the sky as you said." ”

"Junbao, you say?" The voice was beside him, but Yi Jian didn't know where the old man who suddenly spoke out came from.

It's just a simple four words, but it almost made the Quartet Sword Head, which had just been in a stable realm, plummeted and became an ordinary martial artist.

Who can avoid the ears and eyes of the immortal realm masters who have not relaxed at all and come within a few feet of them?

Yi Jian can be sure that even Zhang Yun is in his heyday will be difficult to do. The previous battle in the Tusi Fort is a proof that Zhang Yun's state of mind at that time has been raised layer by layer, except for the body, he can't return to his heyday after all, only in terms of realm and mind, there is no half difference.

Even if he was so strong, Zhang Yun still failed to take any advantage in the surprise attack on the Tianyin Sect Master.

The realm of immortals and the realm of immortals, it seems that there is only a fair debate between strength and strength, and there is no other trick.

Yi Jian was originally convinced of this, but at this moment, he was broken.

"Junbao is about to break the realm, and he won't be able to come to this place for a while. How can I be like me, an old immortal, who is idle all day long, and you have summoned me with a swallow. The old man spoke so relaxedly, and he didn't seem to be aware of the "fright" he brought to Yi Jian.

Zhang Yun pointed at Yi Jian, who was still dumbfounded, and smiled at the old man: "Senior, this is my friend, what should you do if you are scared?"

"How can the Quartet Sword be so brittle?" the old man casually patted Yi Jian on the shoulder, and then shook to Zhang Yun's side, circling around Zhang Yun.

Yi Jian only felt a shock in his heart, but there was an indescribable feeling from his shoulder, and he walked around Zhou Tian twelve times in an instant, which was called a whole body Shutai.

Suddenly, I remembered that I had been slapped on the shoulder by an elusive old man unconsciously, and then I thought of the divine strength. You must know that that strange power is not any indescribable power that Yi Jian has ever experienced.

Immortal, Monster, Yi Jian suddenly found that he didn't know what to think of this old man who suddenly appeared.

The old man didn't seem to care about Yi Jian's state at the moment, he just kept circling around Zhang Yun, and his mouth was still slurking, it felt like a jade merchant suddenly found a stone that was very likely to gamble on peerless jade, and he would rub his hands from time to time.

Zhang Yun looked amused, and just stood like that, as if he had made up his mind to wait for the old man, who neither Yi Jian nor the supreme monk could understand, to turn around by himself.

"Boy, are you breaking and standing or breaking and standing up?" the old man turned the time for tea, and was finally willing to speak again.

Zhang Yun smiled with a little more bitterness, and said helplessly: "We only met three years ago, and my predecessors think I still need to break it?"

The old man's face full of vicissitudes of life smiled even more, stretched out his finger and pointed at Zhang Yun's nose, and scolded with a smile: "I said a long time ago that your idea is not known to be hundreds or thousands of years ahead of this world, but you don't believe it." People say that the thousand-year-old king is an eighty-thousand-year-old turtle, and you see how moisturizing and comfortable my turtle with a shrunken head is!"

"If you are always at ease, you won't be urged by my family's winter snow, and you are still at ease, who can you lie? My son will not be fooled. Zhang Yun smiled bitterly, but the casualness and nature of his chat with this old man surprised Yi Jian and the supreme monk even more.

(End of chapter)