At one o'clock in the afternoon, it was the golden time of the day, Zhang Yuyu was lying under a big tree with his head on his hands, and there was no sound around him, but there were cries and beaks and footsteps from birds and beasts.

Zhang met from the top of the tree and saw the bright sun in the sky shining on his eyes, and there was a little more brilliance in his eyes.

After a little rest, Zhang Yu released the territory ball to look for people everywhere, and soon he also got up and walked to the depths of the forest.

There is a small forest in front of him, and after Zhang Yu came to this wood, there was obviously an uncomfortable other party, because with his current cultivation, he already knew that he had entered an unsafe place, and on the two trees on the left and right beside him, there were ten people standing on the branches, wearing blue and blue clothes, which were the uniforms of the disciples of the West Sacred Mountain Gate, and these ten people didn't need to think about it, they must be disciples of the West Sacred Mountain Gate.

Zhang Yuyu immediately glanced at the two trees on the left and right, and found that many disciples were cultivators in the foundation building period, and only one was a cultivator in the Yuan Infant stage.

This Yuanying master of the West Sacred Mountain Gate was only about twenty years old when he saw it, and his whole body was snow-white, like a little fat man with a tumbler.

Zhang Yuyu knew that a big war would break out soon, and this Yang battle would definitely be much stronger than the previous war against Ding Zishan and others.

However, Zhang Yuyu was not worried at all, but secretly rejoiced, thinking: "You guys, you have come just in time!" I was looking for you to go, but I didn't expect you to come to the door by yourself, I was still six people away from completing the task, but even if all of you came, then I could only accept them all, which can be regarded as accumulating points for future system tasks. ”

"Grandchildren, you don't have to hide anymore, now that you're here, then come down and show your face, so that grandpa can see what you all look like." Zhang Miyu shouted, signaling that these disciples of the Western Sacred Mountain Sect who were hiding in the big tree had already discovered them.

"Boy, what a big breath!" Monk Yuanying opened his mouth and shouted, and then took the other nine disciples of the foundation building period and the Yuan marriage period down from the tree and stood in front of Zhang Yu in line.

"The ten of you, I don't need to guess, must be disciples of the Western Holy Gate?" Zhang Yuyu's eyes swept over the ten people in front of him, and asked unceremoniously, without a trace of fear on his face.

"Got it, you still ask?" The Yuanying Monk sneered.

The other nine monks didn't dare to make a noise, and looked at Zhang Yuyu's side, still standing neatly behind Yuanying Monk.

Zhang Yu said: "If that's the case, then we don't have to say anything, you are also the same as the previous four, come to kill me?" ”

"That's right!" Monk Yuanying nodded, explaining the purpose of his visit.

"Okay!" Zhang Yuyu didn't want to say more, so he took off his wife's red flag from his back, and then said: "Ten of you, go up together or one by one?" ”

"Together, of course!" As he spoke, Monk Yuanying beckoned to the nine disciples on his body and said, "You guys give it to me first!" ”

"Just what I want!" Zhang Miyu smiled slightly, and the ancient red flag in his hand danced in the wind, looking very moving.

"Kill!" As soon as the nine disciples shouted, they released their own magic weapons and threw them at Zhang Yuyu.

"Boom ......"

The magic weapons of the nine people, shining brightly and emitting dazzling spiritual light, all surrounded and killed in all directions where Zhang met together.

(End of chapter)