In the process of Zhang Muzhi's fist, the fist seemed to have a strong adsorption capacity, and all the rocks and soil that shook under his feet were condensed into the fist.

The fist wind made a faint sound, and the stone fist, which was getting bigger and bigger, went straight to Zhang Chen's head.

At the moment when this heavy fist of thousands of catties of strength was close to Zhang Chen's front door, Zhang Chen's feet suddenly rose up, looking at the punch in front of him that could penetrate the boulder, and easily dodged it sideways.

Dozens of zhang away, Zhang Ling closed his eyes, and he could feel how fierce the brutal force carried by Zhang Muzhi who rushed into him was.

Suddenly, Zhang Ling couldn't help but sweat for Zhang Chen in his heart, and he was a little worried.

I'm worried that I will just cross over and pit my dad on this continent.

Zhang Ling carefully searched the memories in his brain, and since five years ago, there has been no picture of his father competing with others.

However, after peeping, he could notice that his father's expression had always looked very relaxed, as if he did not take Zhang Muzhi in his eyes.

"Zhang Chen! I lost the patriarchal election back then, and I endured it so far, and today I will get back everything I lost back then. ”

After missing the blow, Zhang Muzhi trampled on the pace like a rhinoceros galloping, with the rapid pace, raised his arms high, waved his fist that was ten thousand pounds, aimed at Zhang Chen, who looked thin in front of him, and smashed it hard.

Boom......

The fist slammed into the ground and flew away, and the sound of explosions echoed in the air.

The moment the fist fell, it still condensed the stone and soil, and this violent blow directly smashed the ground two meters deep, and the aftershocks spread everywhere with Zhang Muzhi as the center.

A large pit with a diameter of tens of meters, after the flying sand sank and the line of sight was clear, it was exposed to everyone's field of vision, and many clansmen whose strength did not reach the spirit priest were even overturned by the seismic wave.

Fortunately, Zhang Chen used his strange steps to dodge his skills, and in the moment of breath, he had already jumped backwards to the open ground a hundred zhang away.

After seeing that his father was safe and sound, Zhang Ling's hanging heart was put down peacefully, but he sighed in his heart, this Zhang Muzhi really left no room for it, that explosive and fierce random punch, if it hit Zhang Chen, it would be a murderous and unlucky end.

Looking at Zhang Muzhi, who had an angry face and a ruthless hand, Zhang Chen's eyes began to become focused, and he was no longer as relaxed as before.

In these two attacks, Zhang Muzhi had already used the two demon spirit secret techniques on his body respectively, and Zhang Chen's spirit was slightly lifted.

Zhang Muzhi's two demon spirit releases, the first time is that his body is like petrification to increase defense, and the second time is to condense sand and soil to increase attack power when attacking with fists and feet.

Time really passed quietly, Zhang Chen looked at Zhang Muzhi's familiar and powerful demon spirit secret technique, and was stunned.

Zhang Chen's mind flashed through the memories of the beginning, but the two young people who were fierce and competitive in the family back then had already entered middle age and were now married to each other.

After running for patriarch that time, Zhang Muzhi was completely defeated in the ring by Zhang Chen, and since then, the two have gone their own way, except for solving family affairs together, there is no contact.

Scattered memories of the past end.

Zhang Chen looked at Zhang Muzhi, who was in the huge pit and said provocatively: "You two demon spirits alone can't win against me, and this was the case twenty years ago. ”

"And what about this trick?"

Zhang Muzhi, who was enraged by his words, the qi source in his body surged again, releasing an even stronger aura, and the surface within a hundred zhang began to tremble violently.

With the destructive power of Zhang Muzhi's outbreak, it became more and more terrifying.

The officials of the Zhang clan did not dare to stay in place to watch the battle any longer, and they all stayed away from the gate of the Zhang Mansion, and most of them slipped into the towering floors of their own courtyards. Watch from afar.

And the three elders had already taken the young people and girls around them, stepped on the bricks and tiles, and jumped onto the highest star-picking tower in the Zhang family's building.

Preemptively occupy the first-class guest seats, and only ordered the servants to prepare wine and peanuts, and savor the pinnacle battle among the young people of the previous generation of the Zhang clan.

Zhang's spacious gate square above.

The stone pillars that broke out of the ground at first poured out frantically again with Zhang Muzhi's roar, and hundreds of stone pillars engraved with ancient inscriptions surrounded the two of them.

After Zhang Chen injected the pure yellow spiritual power in the spiritual source into the soles of his feet, he was able to gain a firm foothold in Zhang Muzhi's earthquake realm.

The huge stone pillar suddenly twisted into a cage like an ancient vine under the urging of Zhang Muzhi's aura.

Zhang Chen, who was trapped in the stone boundary, suddenly raised his calm face.

Looking up at the dusk sky, through the gaps between the stone pillars, the last rays of the sun sprinkled down until the stone pillars completely closed the wall and the light disappeared completely.

In the darkness, the corners of Zhang Chen's mouth rose slightly, revealing an unpredictable smirk.

Stargazing upstairs......

Zhang Ling, who was in Zhang Yihuo's arms, suddenly opened his eyes and broke free.

Zhang Ling pursed his lips, pursed his thirsty lips, sat on the warm-colored ancient wooden tea table, picked up the teapot and poured two cups of tea.

A cup was handed to the third elder Zhang Yihuo, who was watching with relish, and he drank a cup by himself, then poured a cup and held it in his hand, and stepped on the cylindrical stone bench with his feet comfortably, shaking comfortably.

He pulled it out again, and the bone knife with only the hilt and a small section of the blade left in his shoulder was stuck in the robe, and he threw it aside.

Zhang Yihuo, who was unresponsive, saw that there was a hand handing the tea in front of him, subconsciously reached out and took the teacup, looked at the battle that suddenly stopped the rhythm in the distance, raised the teacup and took a small sip, held it in his mouth, and savored it.

The eldest elder Zhang Shi Nan and the second elder Zhang Shuiliu, who were sitting on the side, were stunned and looked at Zhang Ling, who had a natural expression and no wound on his shoulder.

The two also glanced at the broken knife on the ground at the same time, and the treacherous and cunning two were surprised, coupled with the young man's flowing behavior, which suddenly made the two old men suddenly realize.

"Zhang Ling?"

The Great Elder Zhang Heather scolded Zhang Ling angrily at Zhang Ling, who did not appear to be demented, wanting to test the young man's reaction.

"What's the matter, the Great Elder is also thirsty?"

Zhang Ling was neither humble nor arrogant, and with a bloated face, he squeezed out a bright smile that was more ugly than crying, and responded to Zhang Shinan.

"You...... Actually...... Restored ...... Sanity?"

Second Elder Zhang Shuiliu's face was even more complicated than Zhang Shinan's, and he was very shocked.

"Grandpa, in fact, his brain has long since regained consciousness. Zhang Fei'er pursed her pink lips, pulled Zhang Shuiliu's sleeves and spoke softly, looking like she was reproaching the old man and feeling unhappy.

"Why didn't you tell Grandpa earlier......"

Zhang Shuiliu felt sorry for his granddaughter, stroked the girl's soft hair and lightly scented little head, and asked in a low voice. The old man also glanced at Zhang Qing, who was sitting next to Zhang Shi Nan and didn't dare to say more.

Zhang Fei'er's little face changed, she crossed her hands on her hips and turned her head around and said as if she wanted to be coaxed and hugged: "Hmph, won't you let me say that." ”

Zhang Shuiliu recalled the scene in front of the mansion at that time, and he had interrupted Zhang Fei'er's speech, so now he can only smile bitterly and make amends to his granddaughter.

Zhang Yihuo, who was so noisy that he didn't care about the battle situation by the people around him, came to his senses, only to find that Zhang Ling in his arms had jumped on the tea table at this moment.

Zhang Huoyi was so excited that he held the young man's scarred palm, carefully examined his clear and bright eyes, and then his old face was shocked, his face was as surprised as the other two elders, and then asked, "Ling'er...... You?"

Zhang Ling blinked his heroic eyes and replied sonorously and competently: "That's right, Grandpa Yihuo, I'm back." ”

After speaking, Zhang Ling drank the tea on the table again, and after comforting the third elder Zhang Yihuo, Zhang Ling suddenly felt an irregular and subtle beating under his skin.

Without thinking too much, Zhang Ling hurriedly walked towards the stairs, he could already guess that this must be a sign that the poisonous spirit in his body had begun to gradually awaken after losing the suppression of the pure yang spiritual power in the mysterious space.

"Ling'er, aren't you going to watch your father's competition?"

Zhang Yihuo also wanted to keep Zhang Ling for a moment and talk to this little guy more about what happened to him today.

As a result, before Zhang Ling's figure disappeared from everyone, he dropped a sentence that made the Great Elder Zhang Shinan and Zhang Qing's faces turn blue: "Don't look at it, my father won this competition." ”

After a few moments......

The huge stone pillar barrier that shrouded the square crumbled in an instant.

The chilling spiritual power instantly completely destroyed Zhang Muzhi's original earthy yellow force field.

The officials of the Zhang clan felt the sudden drop in temperature around them from a long distance, and the biting chill coming from behind them.

"That's ...... Five-star grade fusion demon spirit, sea ice demon!"

The second elder, Zhang Shuiliu, suddenly had a bright eye, stood up and looked at the square with lime floating in the sky.

Great Elder Zhang Shinan's eyes were suddenly extremely bitter, and only the Third Elder Zhang Yihuo, who was sitting and smiling, stroked his short beard and nodded happily in praise.

On the square, the ground had all frozen into ice, and a pair of ice crystal armor shrouded in cold and awe-inspiring stepped towards Zhang Muzhi, who was kneeling on the ground and exhausted.

The place where the ice armor passed, the cold air was overwhelming, and behind the armor was a round of three-color magic rings, nested and nested in the ring, slowly circulating, and it was majestic.

And the scope covered by this cold ice spiritual power is even broader than the area covered by Zhang Muzhi's earthy yellow spiritual power.

The transparent and visible face under the ice armor was Zhang Ling's father, Zhang Chen, a sixth-stage demon spirit master who also possessed three demon spirits.

The result was as Zhang Ling expected, Zhang Muzhi failed miserably.