"You are very familiar with Mr. Zhu. It seems that we know each other." The high-level Nascent Soul cultivator said coldly.

Zhang Zhexue was just about to use the advanced level of Nascent Soul to resist the little Xumi hand of the monk surnamed Zhu. Suddenly, a scene that surprised him was seen in the corner of his eyes. A white light appeared from the white cauldron of the middle-level Nascent Soul cultivator, like a big net, which immediately wrapped around the golden dragon and then retracted it into the small cauldron.

I don’t know what kind of magic weapon the white cauldron was, which could force the golden dragon to shrink rapidly, and in a blink of an eye it was received into the white cauldron. Then the middle-level Nascent Soul cultivator turned in the direction and turned the white cauldron towards another golden dragon.

Seeing this, Zhang Zhexue was furious and smashed the big knife in his hand towards the little Sumeru hand of the monk surnamed Zhu. Then he turned around and rushed towards the middle-level Nascent Soul cultivator, cursing: "You bastard, actually robbed my golden dragon? I smash you to death." As he said that, a white light was spit out from his mouth. It was the white bone mace he had raised for eighty or ninety years. This was the first time that the white bone mace was sacrificed to meet the enemy.

Zhang Zhexue was only a hundred feet apart from the middle level of the Nascent Soul. At this time, he used the Flying Crane and Flowing Cloud Step, and his figure increased by 50%. In addition, he used the cultivation of the two Nascent Souls, and the speed was faster. In a blink of an eye, he arrived behind the mid-level Nascent Soul cultivator. The white bone mace became larger in the wind, more than twenty feet long, and suddenly smashed the head of the mid-level Nascent Soul cultivator.

The monk named Zhu only shouted "Be careful". The head of the middle-level Nascent Soul monk was smashed by Zhang Zhexue like a burst watermelon. Then a golden dragon stumbled his claws and grabbed the corpse of the Nascent Soul monk in his claws. Then Zhang Zhexue shot out more than a dozen magic tricks and sealed the Nascent Soul monk's Nascent Soul monk in his corpse, and was about to force it out in the future and use it for his other use.

Zhang Zhexue rushed forward, stretched out his hand and grabbed the white small tripod in his hand and looked inside. He saw a golden dragon the size of a chopstick lying at the bottom of the white tripod, motionless. He shook his hand, and even the small tripod and the corpse of the middle-level Nascent Soul cultivator were put into the storage ring, preparing to find a way to take out the golden dragon after he got back.

At this time, the battle with the monk named Zhu still did not stop. They also saw Zhang Zhexue dealing with the middle-level monk of the Nascent Soul in two breaths. Although Zhang Zhexue succeeded in a sneak attack, this degree also surprised the two of them.

The monk surnamed Zhu was even more angry and yelled: "You dare to kill the people from Julong Mountain. Are you not afraid of being chased to death?"

Zhang Zhexue snorted, and the eight golden dragons turned around and surrounded the monk named Zhu in the middle. At the same time, Zhang Zhexue took out a pill and threw it into his mouth. Then the momentum on his body increased sharply, and he directly climbed to the advanced level of the Nascent Soul cultivation. He shouted to Jiyi: "Friend, my medicine can only last for three incense sticks, so hurry up and kill this guy."

This was the first time that the monk named Zhu and Jijiu saw such a magical pill that he could actually improve his cultivation by two levels in a short period of time.

Ji Yi was excited when he saw this situation. He controlled several magic weapons to wrap the monk named Zhu tightly. At the same time, he also sacrificed his natal magic weapons. At this time, he was ready to take action with all his strength. He must leave the Zhu surname here, otherwise he would find out about his head one day.

The monk surnamed Zhu also spit out his natal magic weapon, but it was a long halberd. He held the long halberd in his hand, and his body shook, and his whole body suddenly grew more than ten feet tall. He waved the long halberd to lift all the different flying swords, turned around and rushed towards Zhang Zhexue. He felt that as long as he forced Zhang Zhexue to retreat, he could retreat.

Who would have thought that when Zhang Zhexue saw him coming, he not only did not avoid him, but instead shouted excitedly, stretched out his hand and two big swords in his hand. Then he danced the two big swords into two balls of silver lights, and greeted the monk surnamed Zhu, shouting: "That guy, please help me to rush the formation, don't let him run away. I want to see if it is my crazy sword powerful or his long spear powerful."

While speaking, he and the Zhu clan soldier had already collided with hundreds of times.

Seeing that Zhang Zhexue was fierce, he was not only stunned, but also felt that this bandit gang was all fierce. At this time, he heard Zhang Zhexue's shout and responded, dispersed his flying swords, and surrounded the monk named Zhu and left and right, so that he could not fight with Zhang Zhexue with all his strength.

Zhang Zhexue rarely had the opportunity to fight like this, and he felt really happy at this time. He was so excited that he kept shouting in his mouth.

The time for a stick of incense passed quickly. Zhang Zhexue was so excited that he was very anxious, so he shouted to Zhang Zhexue: "My man, you have to end it quickly, otherwise someone else might come again at any time."

Zhang Zhexue thought it was right, so he took out another pill and threw it into his mouth. Then his whole face turned red, as if he was relying on the power of medicine to stimulate the potential of his body, and he increased his cultivation by 30%. At this time, his cultivation had already declined above the monk named Zhu. The power of each knife increased greatly, and he shouted at the same time: "My man, help."

The reason why he did this was to cover up the fact that he was a high-level Nascent Soul cultivator and to make the illusion of improving his cultivation by relying on medicine to avoid different suspicions.

Seeing this, Jiji shouted loudly, and several magic weapons and his natal flying sword smashed wildly at the monk named Zhu.

The monk surnamed Zhu was also anxious and took a breath. As soon as he raised his true energy and spiritual consciousness to the peak state, he was about to teleport out and escape from the entanglement between the two people. When he saw Zhang Zhexue's big sword slashing head-on, he had to use a long halberd to hold it. His body was smashed down violently, and the true energy he had just lifted up relaxed.

Zhang Zhexue shouted: "Your grandma, do you want to teleport? Don't think about it." As he said that, he smashed the surname Zhu into the ground with one knife after another, and could not even jump up.

Taking advantage of the situation where the monk named Zhu was in a hurry to deal with it, he bit his tongue and made it come out with blood, which suddenly increased the level of the flying sword magic weapon by 40%. In an instant, three holes were pierced on the neck, back and waist of the monk named Zhu, which immediately made the monk named Zhu die. Even the Nascent Soul didn't have time to escape. He was twisted into a ball of true energy by the flying sword of Qiyi, which quickly overflowed out of his body and dissipated between heaven and earth.

Seeing this, Zhang Zhexue collected the eight golden dragons and suddenly withdrew two hundred feet away. He stretched out his hand towards the different one and said, "Give me his natal magic weapon, and give you the rest, even if you and I add five things.
Chapter completed!