In the small courtyard, Zhang Shan received the same door who came to send the spirit stone.

Each one of them would say a few words, and he was very enthusiastic.

They all came to give him spirit stones, but they couldn't be cold-faced.

But he can only say a few words, there are too many people, he wants the rain and dew to be even, so he can only do so.

A group of colleagues did not feel left out, so many people knew that it was good to be able to say a few words.

and no one remained.

The people who finished talking left on their own, making room for the people behind them.

Unbeknownst to them, Zhang Shan quietly wrote down the names, cultivations, and first impressions of each of them in a small notebook.

In the future, when Zhang Shan wants to find some people to do things, he will start with these people in the book.

From the afternoon to the evening, the excitement on Zhang Shan's side did not end.

After all, not every disciple is willing to do such a move to get closer to each other.

Zhang Shan understands very well, he himself has such a character, otherwise in the past nineteen years, he would not have just buried himself in penance and did not spend spirit stones on it at all.

"One thousand nine hundred and twenty-three spirit stones, a small amount of money becomes a lot." In the small courtyard, Zhang Shan counted all the spirit stones and was quite emotional.

In less than an afternoon, he had raised all the spirit stones he needed, which was more than ten times exceeded.

With his current cultivation, when he cultivated to the peak of the day after tomorrow, he would only need two hundred spirit stones at most.

"Next, it's all about improving your cultivation!" Zhang Shan's blood is surging, after breaking through the congenital, he will be greeted by a new world, and he can't help but be excited.

But just as he was about to hang up the "retreat" sign, there was another knock on the door.

"Huh?" Zhang Shan was surprised, he didn't hear the footsteps, who could this kind of strength be?

Pushing open the door and seeing the two people outside, Zhang Shan was a little surprised.

It was actually Song Wen and Wang Ke.

"Brother Zhang, I haven't seen you for a long time." Song Wen greeted him, without using the suffix of senior brother and junior brother.

Calling his junior brother, Zhang Shanxiu is taller than him.

Calling the senior brother, he himself is not happy.

As he spoke, Song Wen lifted the box in his hand, and Zhang Shan felt a strong aura from it.

Wang Ke on the side was also carrying a small box, and a faint medicinal fragrance wafted out.

"Brother Song, Brother Wang, I haven't seen you for a long time, please come in." Zhang Shan turned sideways and admitted the two to the hospital.

He was a little surprised, he didn't expect the two to come.

Among the thousands of disciples of the True Yuan Concept, these two were among those who were at the apex.

But after thinking about it carefully, Zhang Shan took it for granted.

At most, the other disciples would think that he had just cultivated to the top, but Elder Guanzhong basically knew about his situation, and after feeling the power of Elder Fang Qi and Elder Shi Tao, he didn't feel that he could hide from Elder Guanzhong at any point.

He hasn't mastered "Latent" yet, and he doesn't think he can hide it from the elders who are in the forefront of the view.

And the fellow disciples who stood at the apex among the disciples in Guanzhong had the support of elders behind them.

This kind of behavior is too normal, just invest in advance.

Not surprisingly, these outstanding disciples will inevitably step into the innate in the future, and they will all become Guanzhong elders at the very least.

Elders will of course want to invest in advance, and the return on investment is amazing! It can also be regarded as a good relationship with future colleagues.

Naturally, his specific situation, these elders would reveal it to Song Wen and them.

If you understand in advance, you can avoid some bloody things.

The elders didn't worry about Song Wen and Wang Ke, these carefully cultivated disciples, even if they had complicated feelings and had any ideas, they would not do such stupid things.

But under these disciples, the rest of the small group that has formed around them over the years may not be so wise.

Telling Song Wen about them in advance also allows them to restrain the rest of the group.

The three of them are not familiar with each other, even if they have lived in the True Yuan Temple for more than ten years, they have only seen this level.

Especially Wang Ke has a cold temperament and doesn't like to talk about scenes.

There is no such thing as Wang Yang's natural and casual jokes.

But it won't be cold, with the cultivation of three people, you can also talk about cultivation and exchange cultivation experience.

After chatting for a while, Song Wen handed over the box, and Wang Ke also took out the small box.

"Brother Zhang, I heard about you from the elders."

"With your current situation, it takes a bit too much time to spend time doing tasks to earn spirit stones."

"It's something on my mind."

"Not much, but please accept it from Brother Zhang."

The more he talked, the more Song Wen felt that Zhang Shan's terrible understanding of martial arts was too profound, so profound that it was beyond his reach.

The complexity in my heart disappeared.

He said these things from the bottom of his heart.

"There are no disciples in Guanzhong who have broken through the innate nature, if Brother Zhang can break through first, it will also be a great incentive for the disciples in Guanzhong." Song Wen said with a smile.

Zhang Shan listened extremely comfortably.

Look, what is the art of speaking? That's it.

Obviously he came to give him a spirit stone, but what he said was so righteous and awe-inspiring, isn't he still a human being?

In order to motivate the same door in the view, he can't help but take it!

Zhang Shan accepted it, and from the weight, he knew that there were no more than forty spirit stones in the box.

This amount makes Zhang Shan very satisfied, and no matter how much it means, it will be different.

If the debt is too heavy, he doesn't want to bear it.

That's just the right amount.

"Zhang Shan, the new generation of disciples in Baifang Prefecture has not yet appeared congenitally, if you can become the first, it will be a good thing for us." Wang Ke said it very bluntly.

"These are two bottles of Houyuan Dan, I hope you can use them."

Zhang Shan took the two bottles of pills in the small box, he didn't hate straightforward people.

The mouth is on the body, it is used to communicate, and it is more direct to communicate with straightforward people, and there is no need to bother around the bush.

"In addition, I hope to have a discussion with you, Brother Zhang."

Wang Ke changed his words and put forward a request for discussion.

Zhang Shan looked at Wang Ke, facing Wang Ke's fiery eyes, knowing that he was not joking.

"Sure enough, it's just like the rumors, it's a sparring maniac." Zhang Shan complained in his heart, but he did not refuse.

He also has a fighting spirit in his heart!

Until now, he has been immersed in penance, concentrating only on important things, and other distractions can be avoided.

Even now, he has little interest in some false names.

But there is no shortage of ideas in his mind to verify what he has learned, and he wants to know how strong he is now.

I want to know if my current strength can be ranked first among the disciples in Guanzhong.

I wonder if I have surpassed the geniuses who have always been above him in the view.

"Let's go out, we can't do it here." Zhang Shan's eyes were also lit with a raging fighting spirit.

Song Wen looked left and right, but did not stop it.

He was also interested, he knew very well about Wang Ke's strength, and the unbearable memories and pains of that scene seemed to be just yesterday.

And Zhang Shan, who has suddenly risen to prominence and is said by the elders to be far stronger than his fellow disciples, how strong will he be?

He was curious.

In the night, the three black shadows shuttled quickly, away from the disciple's residential area, to a wasteland in Guanzhong.

The wasteland is a mess, with all kinds of gravel and dead grass.

This wasteland is quite large, and there are often disciples who come here to learn, which is suitable for Zhang Shan and Wang Ke to use.

"Wang Ke, twenty years old, nine months older than me, cultivated for the early stage of the ninth stage of the day after tomorrow, the practice is the last of the four doors of the True Yuan View Transmission Success Method, the "Ten Perfect Heavenly Gong", there are no omissions, no weaknesses, and each item is balanced "Ten Perfect Heavenly Gong".

"The cultivation of martial arts is unknown, and the rumored combat power is unmatched."

Even an ascetic like Zhang Shan has also heard some information about Wang Ke.

In the next moment, all the distractions in Zhang Shan's mind were scattered.

Only the spirit of war remains, and the aura of slaughter fills the wasteland.

"Boom!" The red stone steel knife was unsheathed, and the surging internal force was ready to be launched in the body.

Wang Ke also holds a magic weapon in his hand, a long gong of the highest grade in the future.

The momentum of the two sides came out through the body, collided in mid-air, and the rubble splashed, shooting dozens of meters away, leaving holes in the ground.

Loose • Intercept the river and break the waves!

Zhang Shan waved his horizontal knife, took the lead in making a move, and the wind suddenly rose, and the power was the same as before.

"Humph!" Wang Ke's internal force sank, stabilized his body, and the internal force came out through his body, forming a protective shield in front of him.

All kinds of rubble hit the protective cover, making a crackling sound.

Zhang Shan took advantage of the situation, and the scattered and fierce slammed through his body, the Flame Knife and Flame Slash were used, and the red stone steel knife ignited a raging red fire, and the scorching qi distorted his vision.

The domineering strength brought by the consummation of the iron body was not reserved, and all of it was cut out in this knife.

There is no underestimation, and getting started is full effort.

"This breath!" Wang Ke felt a fatal aura, this knife was invincible!

"Drink!" Wang Ke didn't dare to hide, and tried his best to swing a sword, evacuate the wind, get rid of the oppression brought by the broken waves of the river, and hurriedly dodged away.

Zhang Shan didn't retract his strength, and slashed it with a knife.

The red fire burned, and before the knife arrived, the ground was scorched black.

What's even more terrifying is the domineering and incomparable power on the knife, directly cutting out a ravine!

Breathtaking.

This scene is amazing, Wang Ke is also moved, this power has far exceeded the limit of his bearing, once he is slashed, it will definitely not be pleased, and nine times out of ten he will directly lose his combat effectiveness!

But it didn't make Wang Ke's fighting spirit fall.

His fighting spirit burned brightly.

Wang Ke did not retreat far away, taking advantage of Zhang Shan's old sword, he swung it fiercely.

Towards Zhang Shan's body, without mercy.

Zhang Shan's footsteps were like a bird whirling, dexterously jumping over the long mace, turning over, and the long knife cut Wang Ke's head.

"Phew!" Wang Ke returned to block.

This seemed to be a fluttering knife, but it cut Wang Ke out several meters, and the person holding the hammer trembled even more.

"What a terrible power!" Wang Ke stabilized his body and fought with Zhang Shan, who was killed, but he no longer dared to easily fight with Zhang Shan.

That huge force, Wang Ke is worried that once he is entangled, he will never be able to get out.

Zhang Shan played very heartily.

All the martial arts he has learned are unleashed.

Even the Eighteen Scattered Styles he had learned in the early days had become extremely terrifying under the blessing of his cultivation and the great power of his Iron Body Gong.

Wang Ke had nothing to do with Zhang Shan for a while.

Even Wang Ke has cultivated several martial arts to a high level, and he has also practiced a superb martial art.

At this time, it was not able to exert its due power.

At the same level of martial arts, the gap between consummation and Dacheng is too big.

Not to mention that Zhang Shan is two superb martial arts skills, and the gap is obvious.

"Wang Ke was actually pressed and beaten!" Song Wen, who was watching from the sidelines, was also shocked, he thought that Zhang Shan would be stronger, but he didn't expect him to be stronger to this extent, Wang Ke actually didn't have the strength to fight back.

"No! If you continue like this, you will lose! In just a while, Wang Ke felt the rapid consumption of internal force and concentration force.

The pressure Zhang Shan brought to him was too great, and in order to support it, his internal strength was rapidly depleted.

"Fight!" Wang Ke stopped his retreating figure, held the mace in both hands, and mustered all his internal strength to use the strongest martial arts he mastered.

The roar is shattering!

The sound of a long gong trembling sounded at this time, sharp and piercing, and the dead grass and stones all trembled and shattered.

"Good time!" Zhang Shan drank violently.

The flames on the knife were even more than one point, and the muscles in the body were even more swollen, and the terrifying power blessed the long knife.

With a swing of the knife, the sound stops falling, and the blood flows like an infusion!