"I'll punch you three times, and if you can still laugh, I'll tell you how to fight. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Do you dare to bet? Looking at the middle-aged Lang Zhong who was smiling happily, Zhang Yang asked provocatively.

"Child, the old man can laugh if he wants, unless he ...... Do you want to knock the old man down with three punches? Are you sure you bet this with the old man? Lang Zhong confirmed again.

"Yes, is there a problem?" Zhang Yang asked.

"Haha, no problem, no problem." Lang Zhong laughed.

Although his immortal root is very bad, he has transformed his meridians and generated a sea of qi during the long immortal root maintenance period, and his whole body is not known how many times stronger than ordinary people, and at the same time, it is also the envy of countless people around him. What if you don't let Zhang Yang punch three punches, how about letting him punch ten? It wouldn't even hurt to let him slash three times.

"Come on, little brat. It seems that you have decided to talk about the birth method, just because you love face and want to find a step down, and the old man will fulfill you. Let your heart lose convinced. So Lang Zhong stood still and waited for Zhang Yang to punch him three times.

Zhang Yang threw the knife in his hand to the ground, he knew that this ordinary weapon was useless, and then walked over with his fists clenched.

Looking at Zhang Yang's small fist, Lang Zhong laughed again. "Child, for the sake of the law, the old man endured it. It's like playing games with your grandson. ”

"Grandson, grandpa doesn't have time to play games with you, watch the first punch of the master." Zhang Yang was scolded by his grandson, and he was even more angry, and punched Lang Zhong in the stomach.

"Porphyry" sounds, like someone has let out a fart.

"Boy, can you push harder? I didn't even deserve to scratch the itch, but I tickled the old man. Lang Zhong said with a smile.

"Are you itchy? The best cure for itching is to make it painful. ”

At this time, Zhang Yang quietly took out his bronze dagger and held it in his hand. This bronze dagger was pasted with a hidden charm by him before going out, just in case, this thing is too embarrassing because of its shape, he will not take it out easily, but it has become his secret weapon.

However, he had not used the Hidden Talisman in front of the Immortal Cultivator before, and he didn't dare to guarantee whether Lang Zhong could see the clues, so he deliberately stretched out his arms, as if he was storing strength in luck.

Lang Zhong's eyes did not change at all, and he still looked at Zhang Yang with a mockery.

Zhang Yang couldn't help but be overjoyed and shouted: "Look at my second punch." Four or two to shake the jack of the tripod. ”

Holding the dagger in his right hand, Zhang Yang punched Lang Zhong on the right waist with his left hand. If this punch is strong enough, Lang Zhong's ribs will break a few times.

But the punch was powerful, but in the end it didn't make much difference. But these two punches are just foreshadowing, and the good show is to come.

When Lang Zhongzheng wanted to laugh and laugh a few words, Zhang Yang did not stop. There was a flash of murderous intent in his eyes, and then he stabbed his right hand into his dantian.

The sound of "fluttering" is like a piece of silk being torn, and then it is like a tire being deflated.

Lang Zhong looked down at the dantian, and a weapon with an unspeakable shape was inserted into his lower abdomen.

"This big guy is yours?" Lang Zhong asked in horror.

"Of course, who do you think it is?" Zhang Yang snorted.

"No way. Yours is just a little bit, and the old man saw it when your pants fell off just now. ”

"Grass, don't you know that the Ruyi Golden Hoop Stick can change in size at will?"

"You, you're cheating. Didn't you say a good fist? A huge pain came from the dantian, which made Lang Zhong shocked. When he looked down, he saw blood flowing down a strange bronze dagger. The aura inside leaked, blowing out fist-sized bubbles of blood, and then bursting open, splattering blood everywhere.

"It's your fault for not seeing it clearly." Zhang Yang sneered. Lang Zhong was angry, and his hands were put together in the middle, trying to strangle his neck and strangle Zhang Yang to death.

And Zhang Yang avoided it with a leisurely step, and when the dagger pulled away from Lang Zhong's body, he also rotated it hard, expanding the wound of his dantian, and this time, the qi and blood inside spurted out like a blowout, even if he could get the elixir, he couldn't save him.

"Who the hell are you? Not only can your weapon be invisible, but it can also pierce the old man's sea of qi. Lang Zhong covered the wound with his hand and shouted.

"I might as well tell you, the young master is also an immortal cultivator." Zhang Yang sneered.

"Damn, the old man has lost his eyes. Boy, you wait, someone will avenge me. The blood and aura on Lang Zhong's body couldn't withstand such a blowout, and he fell into a pool of his own blood after a while. I couldn't close my eyes until I died, didn't I say that good strength is respected? Why can a small child kill an old man?

It's no wonder that your strength is not high enough, so you dare to come out and charge your power.

Zhang Yang looked at Lang Zhong who fell to the ground, and wanted to ask more things from his mouth, but he could only trap him and kill him, but he didn't have the ability to catch him.

Die and die. But this guy is dead, but he can't be seen, at least not immediately known, otherwise when he goes to save his brother, Wang Baba and the others will come up with new tricks, and it will be even worse if the backer behind Lang Zhong knows about it.

Zhang Yang picked up the three-foot long sword. Surprisingly, this is not actually made of metal, just a peachwood sword, but after the blessing of the aura, it is harder and sharper than metal. The things used by this immortal cultivator are really different from those of mortals. Of course, the mahogany used to make this sword is at least a hundred years old.

In fact, what kind of weapons immortal cultivators use is also related to their immortal roots. For example, the immortal root of the wood attribute cannot be blessed with aura to metal weapons. Because of "Jin Kemu", his immortal roots have been restrained by his own weapons, how can he deal with strong enemies? The same should be true for this Langzhong, only the wood attribute has broken through in his messy immortal roots, but it should also be very short and not obvious.

Zhang Yang held the peachwood sword in his hand, and also tried to input the wood attribute spiritual power into the sword, only to see that the sword body immediately turned black, and the hardness was no less than that of a metal weapon, but he was only in the cultivation period of the immortal root, but he could not make the sword shine.

"It's still my bronze dagger that works, but it's just the shape that makes people think about it. In that case, this sword will be confiscated first, and maybe it will be able to be used. Zhang Yang said.

Then he put his hand into the arms of the dead man, and took out a bunch of vials, which should be some medicines or something, and he didn't have time to look at them carefully, so he put them all in his arms, and then threw Langzhong under a hidden cliff, and continued to go in the direction of Wolf Mountain.

Baili Town is about eighty miles away from Wolf Mountain, and over Wolf Mountain is Yunxia Country.

Although Zhang Yang's free step is fast, it takes a lot of effort to exert it, and if he continues like this, he is afraid that he will be tired enough to catch up with his brother, and if it is a little dangerous, there is no way to deal with it.

There happened to be a village in front of it, which belonged to Baili Town, and was a group of villagers who grew grain. Seeing that there was a cowherd baby in the distance, Zhang Yang ran over and said, "Brother, I have something urgent, borrow your cow for use." Then he jumped on the back of the ox and ran forward.

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