"Brother Monkey, when you were protecting Tang Seng Xitian to learn scriptures, some monsters you beat them to death, but some monsters were beaten half to death by you, so let them go. Wang Qiang asked Sun Wukong.

"Wang Qiang, you melon baby, none of those monsters who let go have a backstage, kill them, and you will wait for the anger of those people. Zhang Lang said.

"Yes, the boss is not wrong at all, none of those monsters are my grandson's opponents, I want my grandson to be a great Luo Jin's successive cultivation, which monster I can't beat. However, their magic weapons are all innate top-level spiritual treasures, and there is a backstage in addition, and my grandson only has a lot of innate low-level spiritual treasures ~ Ruyi Golden Hoop Stick. Do my grandsons dare to kill them? Those backstage people don't want my grandson's life. Sun Wukong said.

"Wukong, take out your wishful golden hoop stick and show it to me. Zhang Lang said.

"It's ~ Boss. Sun Wukong said.

Sun Wukong stretched out his hand and pulled it at his right ear, and an embroidery needle appeared in his hand and threw it towards the sky. The surface of the needle glows with gold and rotates in the air. "Boom~" sounded, and the embroidery needle fell from the air and smashed into the soil, slowly rising, until it stopped when it was two meters.

Zhang Lang flew over, lifted the Ruyi Golden Hoop Stick, held it in his hand and danced it, like the spinning wings of a helicopter that was starting.

"Touch~" Zhang Lang directly smashed the golden hoop stick on the ground, and a roar broke out, and gravel and dust splashed everywhere, and traces of one or two meters long appeared on the ground.

Zhang Lang clenched the golden hoop stick with both hands, flipped it vigorously, and walked forward step by step. The spiritual power in the dantian quickly overflowed. Through both hands, it was passed to the Ruyi golden hoop stick. As Zhang Lang's hands kept dancing, the two ends of the golden hoop stick shot out balls of light the size of ping-pong balls.

"Bump~bump~bump~" bursts of explosions sounded in the 100,000 mountains. Gravel is splashed and dust is flying all over the sky.

"Not bad~Not bad~ It's a good magic weapon. Zhang Lang said after stopping.

"Long Wei took me to the sky. Zhang Lang shouted loudly.

"Huh~" Long Wei roared. Extremely reluctantly, he walked over, holding up Zhang Lang and soaring into the sky. Zhang Lang sat on Long Wei's body, his hands still clenching the Ruyi Golden Hoop Stick, waving it again and again. The powerful mid-stage cultivation of the Yellow Rank was released with all his might, and streams of powerful spiritual power overflowed from the dantian, and through both hands, the golden hoop rod was transmitted again, and fist-sized spiritual power light balls were continuously shot out at both ends.

"Boom~Boom~Boom~......" The ball of light hit the mountain and erupted into a roar. The mountains rolled down one after another, and the trees kept falling. Those demonic beasts hiding in the woods scrambled to run in all directions, and those that ran slowly were directly hit by balls of light, or hit by rolling rocks and fallen trees, killing and injuring countless people.

"Ah~Ultimate Blow~" Zhang Lang roared, and pushed forward hard with the golden hoop stick in one hand. At the top of the golden hoop stick, a ball of spiritual power the size of a football shot out, dragging a long and slender tail and striking a mountain peak.

"Boom~" A loud sound came from the mountain peak. The birds and beasts scrambled to escape, and the entire mountain peak was filled with smoke from the explosion. The rocks rolled down with a roaring sound. When the smoke cleared, the mountain peak no longer existed, and it had been moved to a flat peak by Zhanglang's blow.

"The young master is good~"

"The young master is really powerful~"

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The members of the Huaxia Mercenary Regiment praised the young master's blow. Long Wei descended to the ground, and Zhang Lang directly threw the Ruyi Golden Hoop Stick to Sun Wukong, and said, "Wukong." It's a good spell, but it's a bit heavy. ”

"Boss, my grandson's wishful golden hoop rod weighs 13,500 catties. Made of dark iron. It was originally the Dinghai Divine Needle of the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea, and it was snatched from the Dragon King of the East China Sea when my grandson was choosing a weapon. By the time I gave it to the boss, my grandson had already lowered the weight to what you could bear. ”

"Well~ I know all of this. How else I can afford it. Zhang Lang said.

"Alright, the cave matter has been settled. Now go back to Huaxia Mansion. Zhang Lang said.

Everyone immediately stood up in line and walked down the mountain, and Sun Wukong was still in his familiar posture, holding the Ruyi golden hoop stick on his shoulder.

Just as Zhang Lang and the others walked down the mountain to die, an intact dinosaur stood on the top of the collapsed cave, watching Zhang Lang and his party. Suddenly, with a double grab, a portal glowing with silver and white light appeared beside him, and the dinosaur stepped into it, and then disappeared.

Zhang Wen felt a faint fluctuation of spiritual power behind the sound, so he turned his head to look, but unfortunately he only saw the portal disappearing, shook his head and said, "It's a blessing or a curse, it's a disaster that can't be avoided." ”

Zhang Lang and his entourage soon returned to their base, Huaxia Mansion. Pushed the door and walked in directly, and there were two people guarding the door, and when they saw that the young master was back, they immediately bowed. The two wanted to inform the others but were stopped by Zhang Lang, who meant to surprise everyone.

But before he reached the backyard, there was the sound of fighting and the shouts of the spectators.

"Hit him ~ hit him ~ use spells quickly"

"Up~Hurry up~ Don't let him use spells"

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"The young master has arrived~" Yang Yu walked to the door of the backyard and said loudly.

The people who were fighting heard someone shouting that the young master was back, and immediately stopped the fight, looking for a reputation, and sure enough, the young master was back. Then a nest of peaks rushed over and knelt down and said, "Meet the young master." ”

"Get up. Zhang Lang said.

"Young Master Xie. Everyone said at the same time.

"What were you guys doing, who was fighting?" asked Zhanglang.

"Back to the young master, we are learning from each other, we have improved our combat effectiveness and cultivation, we can't drag the young master back. One of them said.

"Okay, that's right, we won't go back to the Dragon God Academy today, I'll take you to practice tomorrow morning. Zhang Lang said.

"Oh~yes~" everyone shouted excitedly.

Zhang Lang turned to Zhang Wen and said, "Zhang Wen, are you going back or staying in Huaxia Mansion." ”

"Stay, I want to see the king's unique cultivation method. Zhang Wen said.

Zhang Lang nodded, and then everyone sat on the spot and chatted, Zhang Lang, Ye Xiaoman and a few others came to Tu Rong's residence, and let Xiaobai and Xiao Xiaoyu meet their relatives and friends.

In the evening, everyone held a bonfire party, eating and drinking, chatting, bragging, and after being full of wine and meat, they went back to their rooms to rest.

Before dawn the next day, everyone had already come to the backyard, waiting for their young master to draw a formation map, and as soon as dawn appeared, they could practice.

"Everyone, listen up, according to the previous position, each of them will be in place, and the rest of Wukong's position is yours. Listen, if you can't withstand the strong spiritual power, immediately withdraw from the formation diagram, don't hold on. Zhang Lang said.

Everyone entered the formation according to Zhang Lang's instructions. (To be continued......)