When Zhang San saw that the Soul-Slaying Technique had achieved the effect, the Taoist boy was affected and his soul was unclear. When he moved, he thought, "Take his life while he was sick."

However, the Taoist boy was smart. Seeing Zhang San's eyes showing their fierceness, he quickly threw a jade slip over.

Zhang San's eyes condensed, took the jade slip, pondered for a while, and placed it on his forehead to check.

After absorbing the information inside, looking at the obvious tears hanging from the corner of the child's eyes, Zhang San couldn't help but smile and dripped a drop of blood on the jade slip. After a flash of white light, it showed that Zhang San had accepted the introductory experiment of the Holy One Sect, and the jade slip was useless. But if Zhang San died, the jade slip would instantly sense it would automatically break.

After watching Zhang San drops of blood finish, he still looked at him with a gloomy face. The Taoist Tong couldn't help feeling guilty, "Fellow Daoist, just come here again when the jade slip is hot and shining."

"Haha!" Zhang San did not answer, but just looked at the Taoist boy with a slight smile, looking unsure.

The Taoist boy couldn't help swallowing his saliva and smiled bitterly: "Fellow Taoist why bother me, a boy? I have to do this because of orders from the sect!"

"Fellow Taoist, it's very scheming. I clearly sensed your murderous intent just now. Could it be that your disciples will still be killed when testing their disciples?" Zhang San did not listen to Taoist boy's words, and pressed step by step in his words without leaving any room for anything.

"I really think of myself as a character!" The Taoist boy was ruthless in his heart, but said, "What does this mean by fellow Taoist? You must know that I am the supervisor recruited this time. Even if I took a heavy move, I was the one who was injured!"

Zhang Sanyi thought this was true. Since the qi was out, the other party gave in. It would be better to be low-key when he first entered the cultivation world. If the Taoist child was ruthless and was injured regardless of his intentions, he would probably go to the underworld to report it first. You must know that when the Taoist child was about to win the Taoist master, Zhang San did feel a crisis of death.

Thinking of this, Zhang San also sorted out and according to his previous life's habits, he left a scene before leaving and said, "Since fellow Taoists say that, I won't accompany fellow Taoists. If I have the honor of joining the sect in the future, I have time to get close to fellow Taoists."

After Zhang San said that, he turned around and left.

"Let's go!" Just as Zhang San turned around, the Taoist boy behind him shouted.

"What else?" Zhang San frowned.

"Oh, it seems that the cause and effect between you and fellow Taoist will not give up." The boy took out the storage bag hanging around his waist with a bitter face and wanted to throw it at Zhang San.

"If senior brother doesn't dislike him, I will accept this little bit of my wish." The Taoist boy looked sincere.

Zhang San couldn't help but sneer and said disdainfully: "Zhang is not talented, and he thinks he is also capricious and uneasy. But today, when he saw you, you know that there are people outside of others and there is heaven outside of heaven. This face..."

Zhang San retreated and said sarcastically, seeing the boy's eyes furious, but he didn't show any signs of it, he felt more and more conspiracy.

"Take it!" The Taoist boy burst out with anger. He saw him expelling his subordinates with hatred. A ray of spiritual power instantly hit Zhang San's chest with red light. This time, he grasped the weakness of Zhang San's spiritual power to the fullest.

"Hmph!" Zhang San groaned and took a step back, but was not hurt. His hand reflexively grabbed the thing in his arms. He looked at it and saw that it was the storage bag!

"Oh no!" Zhang San looked at the Taoist boy with ecstasy expression and reacted, and was about to throw out the storage bag, but the boy had already said loudly: "Master, help me."

I heard the sound scattered with endless anger with the blessing of spiritual power.

"I'm so ugly, run away!" Zhang San didn't care about anything else, and his figure flashed and passed several meters in a blink of an eye. Unexpectedly, the spiritual energy around him suddenly rioted. A powerful force actually fell from the sky, and instantly pressed Zhang San's jumping body down.

"Can't move!" Zhang San was shocked and began to pluck up his spiritual energy, trying to offset the majesty. However, there was endless suppression there, and Zhang San's back seemed to be carrying a mountain on his back!

"The master is him. He not only injured me, but also snatched my storage bag!" The Taoist boy took the opportunity to speak out.

"Oh!" As an old voice came, an old man in white appeared from a distance, and he was so impressed by his own high-level spiritual energy that Zhang San could not move.

Zhang San was breathing and gasping for a while, and he was still worried about what to say.

The old man seemed to have no interest in Zhang San, but when he heard the boy's words, he said in surprise: "Oh, an ant who has one level of Qi training actually injured your fifth level of Qi training."

The old man dispersed his spiritual pressure on Zhang San and said indifferently: "I will give you a chance to take action!"

The moment the old man appeared, Zhang San calmed down from his rage just now. After seeing the old man's murderous intent flashing, he couldn't help but sneer in his heart: "It's really the same in that world. There are such bitches who want to be a slap and a plaque."

Looking at the old man who was only about two meters away from him, Zhang San's mouth was mocking, and his mind was filled with spiritual sense. When he felt hollowed out, the white edge on his head, which was like a physical body, instantly moved towards the old man.

After the old man finished speaking, he saw a white light flashing in Zhang San's eyes, and a cold light rushed straight to his forehead. He was surprised and said, "Soul Attack!"

"Boy, you dare!" The old man didn't dare to be careless and quickly retreated. The spiritual sense surged out of his mind, temporarily resolving Zhang San's offensive.

The distance of ten meters is the ultimate of Zhang San's spiritual awareness in the early stage of foundation building. "What a pity!" Zhang San said disappointedly. If he had a few seconds of buffering time, he might be able to rush into the old man's sea of ​​consciousness. Even if he could not kill him, he could still hurt him.

After seeing the old man withdrawing from the distance, Zhang San couldn't help but lie on the ground in despair, closed his eyes, and looked like he was at slaughter.

The old man also turned red and was forced back by a junior. His fingers began to quickly pinch his hands and fingers. When the spiritual power gathered around him, he was about to make a magic trick, which ended the source of his shame.

However, at this moment, the old man's ears moved slightly, and the color on his face turned over. Although his eyes were still sharp, his hands stopped, and the spiritual energy scattered everywhere.

Seeing the old man's change, Zhang San did not speak, but the Taoist boy felt like he was burning. He thought he had seen through Zhang San, so he designed to find an excuse to lure the master out. He thought that he would not be able to capture him if he killed a local bun.

However, Zhang San's strength showed that even the foundation-building master had to give in, and now he was even more likely to stop.

"I have offended Zhang San to the end!" The Taoist boy thought to himself, gritting his teeth and reminded, "Master..."
Chapter completed!