The foundation building monk pressed down the two companions who didn't know what to do, their faces were full of unhappiness, and they were about to open their mouths to scold, they got up and arched their hands to Xiao Ziyang and asked, "I don't know what advice this senior has, if you can do it, you will not refuse." ”

Xiao Ziyang waved his hand and arranged a soundproof magic cover outside the four of them. Then he waved his hand to sit down the monk of the foundation. He asked, "Have you heard of a monk named Zhang Herong?"

The monk was slightly stunned, glanced at Xiao Ziyang worriedly, and said, "Brother Zhang Dao is famous in Kowloon City, so he naturally knows it. ”

Xiao Ziyang nodded, and asked again: "I have been away from Kowloon City for more than 20 years, and you can tell me about this Zhang Herong's situation over the years." ”

The man carefully observed Xiao Ziyang's expression again, but Xiao Ziyang's face was as calm as water, and he was covered by a beard, so he really couldn't tell whether this person was happy or angry.

Helplessly, this person had to be cautious in his wording, in a very plain and moderate context, to tell Zhang Herong's situation over the years.

It's difficult for him to tell about a vicious robber like Zhang Herong, but he has to use a middle-of-the-road, non-derogatory and non-praising context. Later, this person, a foundation-building monk, was tired and sweating profusely.

After listening to this person's account, Xiao Ziyang asked him again about the whereabouts of Senior Brother Zhang, who had helped him that day, but he had not heard of this person.

Xiao Ziyang casually dropped a bag of spirit stones, turned around and left the restaurant.

Walking slowly on the street, Xiao Ziyang frowned, it turned out that this Zhang Herong, who had made rapid progress in cultivation over the years, had already formed a golden pill!

Although I heard from that person, everyone was rumored that what Zhang Herong had married was an eight-grade fake pill. But even if it is a fake Dan monk, it is not something that Xiao Ziyang can match at this time, let alone kill and take revenge!

Although Xiao Ziyang had killed the Zhendan monk Wang Ziling, it was because he had carefully arranged for many years, used Wang Ziling's magic weapon to make it unsuccessful, and used the big array to kill him with all his means.

According to the man's description, this Crane Rong was not long in time, and it was only three years, but for some reason, this person actually had a ready-made magic weapon in his hand.

Xiao Ziyang's purple jade split mountain slash, although it only killed Wang Ziling's semi-finished magic weapon twice. But for the magic weapon of the finished product, even if it is the worst ancestor of the world, even twenty chops cannot be damaged in the slightest.

As soon as he heard that Zhang Herong actually had a magic weapon in his hand, Xiao Ziyang hesitated. But if he is asked to give up, he is unwilling.

Back then, Zhang Herong's brothers almost drove him to a dead end. What's more, this person is stained with blood, and I don't know how many innocent monks have died at the hands of this robber over the years.

Xiao Ziyang silently calculated the amount of strength in his hand, and flipped through the parts of Cang Soulzi's memory in his mind that were related to the strength of the fake Dan monk.

He calculated, calculated, and the results he got were that his winning rate was no more than 20%.

After the last moment, Xiao Ziyang shook his head helplessly, turned around and walked towards the center of the city, intending to complete his second purpose of coming here first, to buy refining spirit materials.

When Xiao Ziyang walked through several stores in a row, his mood became even worse.

He found himself completely overestimating the strength of Kowloon City. He ran to all the shops that sold spiritual materials, and only came up with three kinds of high-grade magic weapons to refine spiritual materials, which was too different from the more than ten kinds of high-grade magic weapons that he planned to refine.

When Xiao Ziyang was purchasing spiritual materials, he went to the Deacon Hall in Kowloon City by the way, and spent some spirit stones to inquire about Senior Brother Zhang's news, but he found nothing.

Although Xiao Ziyang was disappointed, it was not surprising that Senior Brother Zhang had ordinary qualifications, otherwise he would not have come to be a deacon in this deacon hall, wasting time to earn a meager salary. With his qualifications, there is very little hope of building a foundation.

For Kowloon City, a Qi cultivator is like a drop of water in the sea, and after twenty years, I don't know how many times it has changed, and Senior Brother Zhang is afraid that he will have long been wiped out among everyone.

Everything went wrong, which made Xiao Ziyang very annoyed. After thinking about it for a while, he still decided to visit Zhang Herong, an old friend, because he was really curious.

More than 20 years ago, when this person hunted down Xiao Ziyang, he was just a cultivator in the early stage of building the foundation and washing the Yuan. But in just twenty years, he has become a Jindan monk!

Listening to the man in the restaurant, just three years ago, Zhang Herong retreated for several years and produced an eight-grade fake pill.

After leaving the customs, he led a group of his subordinates to capture a medium-sized sect near Kowloon City, located at the western end of Cuiyun Mountain, which was gradually declining because of the Jindan monks.

In this battle, Zhang Herong used a magic weapon to startle a veteran fake Dan monk who was invited by this sect to help him.

Even if it is a big faction like the Great Luo Sect, not everyone in its sect has a magic weapon. The power of the magic weapon is by no means comparable to the magic weapon, and in the same way, the value of the magic weapon is beyond the reach of the magic weapon. For those Jindan monks who were born in casual cultivation, the magic weapon is even more like a mirror, and it is out of reach.

The news that Zhang Herong had a magic weapon immediately caused a sensation in the Xiliang Scattered Cultivation Circle.

This magic weapon won Zhang Herong great prestige, making him a master of Cuiyun Mountain, and several Jindan monks who had old sects with him extinguished their thoughts of revenge.

At this time, Zhang Herong was already the master of the Megatron side. In Cuiyun Mountain, except for Kowloon City, the rest of the small and medium-sized sects were all shocked.

The prestige also made the Heyun Gate founded by Zhang Herong grow rapidly. This former bandit leader, at this time, has dozens of foundation building monks, hundreds of qi cultivation monks, and even another fake Dan monk like him, who is willing to serve him.

Xiao Ziyang's heart churned with the information he had just gotten from the mouth of the foundation building monk. While walking down a main street towards the outskirts of the mountain castle.

Suddenly, his mind moved, and a powerful divine thought locked on several people behind him.

Among these people, there are ordinary mortals, Qi cultivators, and even a foundation building monk. Although they all pretended to be nothing, in Xiao Ziyang's powerful divine perception, the attention of these people was all focused on themselves.

Xiao Ziyang was secretly frightened. Zhang Herong is already so powerful in Kowloon City, why does Kowloon City always ignore his behavior?

Just now, when Xiao Ziyang was buying spiritual materials, he found out that after the city lord of Kowloon City, Jiulong Zhenren, began to retreat a hundred years ago, this Kowloon City has been in charge of several of his disciples.

Since then, Kowloon City has gradually become more and more chaotic, especially in the past 20 years, the reputation of Kowloon City as a sanctuary sanctuary has disappeared, and this chaos has also led to the depression of commerce in the city.

This is also the reason why Xiao Ziyang can't buy enough spiritual materials in Kowloon City.

If it is said that the disciples of Jiulong Zhenren have nothing to do with bandits like Zhang Herong, I am afraid that no one will believe it. Thinking of this, Xiao Ziyang couldn't help but snort secretly, "What a bunch of rat-eyed things!"

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