But Zhang Yang didn't think much about it, this was the fate of a warrior. No matter which dynasty, no matter who is in power, it will not let the warrior control the absolute power.

After all, there are only a few martial artists who can be proficient in politics, and if these people are really in power, I am afraid that the country will almost be over.

Zhang Yang smiled self-deprecatingly, put aside these messy thoughts, and began to look at the tower-shaped building more than ten meters high in front of him.

Although it has gone through thousands of years, the building in front of you is still bright, as if it has only been built for a long time, and the red paint painted on the outside of the tower is extremely bright, and no one looks like a building from a thousand years ago.

The practice tower is about fifteen or sixteen meters high, divided into five floors, it seems that the original saint powerhouse should have more than one person living here, maybe there are family servants who also live here.

Zhang Yang observed for a moment, then walked slowly inside, and the girls also cautiously followed.

Zhang Yang didn't stop it, it shouldn't be a big deal for several women to have jade pendants for self-defense, even if the strong people of a thousand years ago are really still there, Zhang Yang can't just throw them into the small world.

Glancing back at Situ Lin, this little girl was curious, looking left and right with the appearance of a curious baby and the cold and arrogant appearance she showed before, there was too much difference.

Zhang Yang couldn't help but chuckle and pulled back the little girl who was about to run around, "Follow me, don't move." ”

"Oh!" The little girl nodded obediently, a little unwillingly: "Let's go find the baby, it must be at the top." ”

Zhang Yang smiled, looked at the furnishings on the first floor, very simple furnishings, except for a few rooms he didn't enter, there was almost nothing in the hall except for an ancient Eight Immortals table and a few chairs.

However, there is an ancient painting in the center, and Zhang Yang looked at it with his eyes, and it took a long time for his eyes to shoot a fine light. Laughing: "Do you see anything?" ”

The girls also began to look up when Zhang Yang looked at the painting, but after looking at it for a long time, I felt that I didn't feel anything other than the white-bearded old man above, which was very realistic.

Situ Lin was impatient, and when she saw Zhang Yang's question, she hurriedly stepped forward to take off the painting, Zhang Yang pulled her back, and the little girl fell into Zhang Yang's arms.

The little girl's face turned red and she muttered, "What are you pulling me for, I almost fell." ”

Zhang Yang couldn't cry or laugh, and rubbed her head vigorously, until the little girl pushed him away with a dissatisfied face, and Zhang Yang let her go.

"Don't move. If you mess around, I'll throw you out!" Zhang Yang snorted lightly, continued to look at the lifelike ancient painting, and sighed for a long time: "Ghostly workmanship, is this sanctification?" ”

"Zhang Yang, don't play the zen machine. Tell me what's wrong with this painting? Tang Xiaolu was a little dissatisfied, and pouted and pushed him. The villain molested the little girl in front of them. It's so damning.

But now her mind has changed greatly before, but she is not jealous, but she is not happy that this guy is looking for a woman in front of her.

Zhang Yang shook his head, he couldn't see Tang Xiaolu's thoughts, but he really didn't have much thought about Situ Lin. Men have a kind of psychology of loving beauty, and the little girl is also beautiful. He just likes it a little.

"This painting was painted by a saint-level powerhouse." Zhang Yang saw that they were all impatient, so he slowly explained: "The old man in the painting may be the strong man who paints, or it is other peerless powerhouses." ”

Zhang Yang stared at the ancient painting in front of him, and there seemed to be nothing special about the painting except for lifelikeness, but those eyes were too deep. It seems that he has seen through the martial arts and the red dust.

Zhang Yang was secretly shocked in his heart, such a strong man was only a saint, so how strong were those who broke the void back then?

Among the many strong men he had seen so far, the strongest was the masked martial artist, but he was Ming Jin's strength at the beginning, and he couldn't feel the power of that strong man at all.

Among the strong people after that, the ancestor of the Yun family is the strongest, but the gap between the ancestor of the Yun family and the person in the painting is too big, Zhang Yang has a faint sense of oppression in the face of this painting, but even in the face of the ancestor of the Yun family himself, he does not feel this way.

"Sanctification ......"

Zhang Yang muttered, what was the purpose of the strong man of the year to leave this painting, he has already entered the saint Could it be that this painting is to let future generations feel the power of the sage.

Zhang Yang felt a trace of the Dao from this painting, and it is also the Dao mark that a saint-level powerhouse needs to condense, and only by condensing the Dao mark can it be regarded as a saint. And the ancestor of the Yun family has now taken this step, and the Dao marks have begun to condense, but there is little hope for ten or eight years if he wants to succeed.

Just when Zhang Yang was immersed in this way, Situ Lin beside him suddenly pushed him hard, and said with a scared face: "Great master, this painting is so evil, the old man's eyes just now seem to be moving." ”

The other girls were shocked when they heard this, and Liu Xiaoya also hurriedly said: "I thought I was wrong, but you also saw it?" ”

Situ Lin nodded, hiding behind Zhang Yang in fear, and a pair of white rabbits were clinging to Zhang Yang's back.

Feeling the softness behind him, he didn't move, but comforted softly: "It's not that the painting moves again, it's that your martial will is not strong enough, and you are just confused by the Dao marks." ”

As he spoke, he took off the painting in front of him and threw it directly into his storage ring. This painting is a good thing, but it is not of much use to ordinary people, only for those who are about to condense the traces of the Dao, if Zhang Yang is willing to give this painting to the ancestor of the Yun family, not to mention the money, he will let that old guy destroy several small countries.

As for Zhang Yang, he didn't have the heart to observe, if he wanted to observe this painting and become sacred, it would take at least a few decades, and he couldn't afford to wait.

"Hmph, stingy! I didn't give it to me just now, how can you take it yourself now. The little girl snorted a little dissatisfied, and she didn't know if she felt that the breath on Zhang Yang's body was comfortable, or if the fear had not eased up, and her small breasts were still stuck behind Zhang Yang's back.

Zhang Yang shook his head, pulled the little girl in front of him, pinched her little face and said with a smile: "You can't move, don't look at me, it's okay, just now, as long as the martial artist below the consummation moves this painting, he will either die or be injured." ”

The Dao is not something that ordinary martial artists can touch, even Zhang Yang can't, there is just a trace of the Tao in this painting, and it is not the Dao mark of a real saint-level powerhouse, otherwise even Zhang Yang can't easily touch it.

Even if this is the case, if the average Ming Jin martial artist moves this painting, he will suffer a big loss, let alone Situ Lin, a girl who is talented in refining strength.

But Situ Lin didn't speak at the moment, but didn't dare to look at Zhang Yang with a blushing face, this bastard just took advantage of her and pinched her face.

Zhang Yang didn't care, and he didn't look at the disdainful eyes of the women, and coughed dryly: "Okay, you guys look around, and find out what good things you can play with." "And he himself was branded with the idea of these thousand-year-old antiques.

The Eight Immortals table in front of him looks like it has a simple and deep momentum, this should be a dining table that has been used by a saint-level powerhouse for a long time, and it is not bad to bring such a good thing back to support the façade.

And the whole desktop is flawless, it seems to be made of a piece of wood, which makes Zhang Yang love it even more.

He is also a strong man now, and I don't know if he has been with those old antiques for a long time, or if he likes these things in his bones, anyway, he still likes these antiques in his heart.

However, he can't look down on ordinary antiques, and the Eight Immortals Table at this moment is not only an antique, but also used by a saint powerhouse, and Zhang Yang is naturally more happy.

Zhang Yang didn't look at it much, and directly stuffed the table and chair into the ring before continuing to look around.

The other girls were also wandering around in several rooms on the first floor, but Situ Lin followed Zhang Yang without speaking with the appearance of an angry little daughter-in-law.

Zhang Yang showed a smile on his face, stopped directly, and waited until Situ Lin exclaimed and bumped into him again, Zhang Yang hugged her, continued to pinch her little face and smiled: "What's the matter, what does the little girl think?" ”

Situ Lin didn't break free of Zhang Yang's embrace, and said a little angrily: "You take advantage of me!" ”

Seeing her puffing face, she felt that this girl was getting more and more cute, gently pecked her pretty face, and laughed: "What's the matter, I take it again." ”

Situ Lin had long been stunned by Zhang Yang's actions, and it took a long time before she snorted, covered her face and didn't dare to look at Zhang Yang, and muttered in a low voice: "It's a shame, big master, what should I do if I find out that I'm not angry?" Am I in love with you? ”

Although the little girl has also lived in the city for a few years, she has never understood the relationship between men and women. Her master is a master of the Far West, although he is in seclusion, he has not escaped from the world. Since she was a child, she has been accustomed to seeing those extraordinary politicians and warriors, and she doesn't look down on ordinary people at all.

And in the extreme west, there are also younger generations of sons and brothers, or Tianjiao warriors pursuing her, but the little girl has always compared her master, and every time she sees those people who see the master, they look grovelling, and the little girl suddenly loses interest.

This time, I followed my master to the Extreme West Desert, on the one hand, to increase my knowledge, and on the other hand, to avoid those nasty guys.

Her cold and arrogant appearance was cultivated in the city for several years, and there were too many people to pursue, if she didn't do that, someone would bother her every day.

But since she saw Zhang Yang, a guy who looked cynical in front of the master, she had a lot of interest.

And later learned that he was the famous Blood Slaughter King, she even took off the mask on her face, and her interest grew.

Zhang Yang couldn't help but laugh when he looked at her delicate appearance, hugged her thin waist and said, "Does the little girl know what love is?" But you're dangerous right now, and you look like you're about to fall in love with me. I have a lot of women, and if you bump in, you won't be able to get out. ”

"It's okay, aren't all capable men a lot of women?" Situ Lin, who is used to seeing warriors and politicians, doesn't care about Zhang Yang and other women, if Zhang Yang doesn't have women, she is really curious. (To be continued......)