Monk Zhisheng cherishes his life, so he naturally won’t fight with Zhang Zhexue for two incense sticks. He has not yet taken down the little guy who only had the sixth level of Qi refining in front of him, which made the IQ monk very angry. He never thought that Zhang Zhexue was so difficult.

The three leopards transformed into a long ribbon, blending into the night sky. With Zhang Zhexue's crazy attack, he slowly and quietly approached Monk Zhisheng, and was approaching until ten feet behind Monk Zhisheng before he rushed forward, and suddenly wrapped Monk Zhisheng's head.

Monk Zhisheng would never have thought that there was a ghost soldier behind him, suddenly being covered with a black fog, and his eyes and ears suddenly lost their function. "What is this?" Monk Zhisheng couldn't even make a shouting sound, and immediately became panicked, even forgot to drive the magic weapon, and only tried to grab the black fog wrapped around his face with both hands.

Bao San's cultivation level was originally similar to that of Monk Zhisheng, so how could he easily let him scatter himself? There were bursts of strange laughter in the black fog, covering Monk Zhisheng's head and face even more tightly.

Zhang Zhexue was waiting for this moment. When he saw that Bao San succeeded, he didn't have to think about it. Three flying swords bypassed the two magic weapons that had lost control. The three flying swords flew forward at the same time. He stirred the monk Zhisheng's neck and cut off his head.

Monk Zhisheng's head was wrapped in black smoke transformed by the three leopards, and his body fell straight downward. Zhang Zhexue rushed down with the flying sword, grabbed Monk Zhisheng's ankle, lifted his body up, and quickly pulled down the storage bag around his waist. He touched Monk Zhisheng's arms again, but there was no fart. Then, Monk Zhisheng's body fell downwards.

When he returned, Monk Zhisheng's Zen Staff and a pair of copper cymbals lost their master's control. Guanghua suddenly dimmed and floated in the air without moving. Zhang Zhexue took the Zen Staff and copper cymbals into the storage bag. At this time, Bao San had already let go of Monk Zhisheng's head, transformed into a body, and stood in the air with Monk Zhisheng's ears.

"Happy cooperation." Zhang Zhexue flew to Bao San with a smile and raised his palm.

Bao San didn't know what Zhang Zhexue meant when he held up a palm, and thought he wanted Monk Zhisheng's head, so he handed over it.

Zhang Zhexue slapped his head away with a slap, raised his palm again, and said, "Come on, slap your hand and celebrate the victory. Happy cooperation."

Only then did Bao San understand what the young master meant by holding up his slap. He quickly stretched out his hand and slapped Zhang Zhexue, and smiled and said, "Happy cooperation."

Zhang Zhexue put away the three flying swords and said to Bao San: "Let's go."

"My master, where are we going?"

"Of course I'm going to Qingming Mountain."

"The thief monk didn't dare to go, why are we going?"

Zhang Zhexue drove the flying sword forward and replied: "It doesn't mean that he doesn't dare to go. I'm not afraid to go. Besides, we just go and have a look. If we have the chance, we will try it. If we don't have the chance, we will hide outside and watch the fun. Maybe we can pick up some omissions."

Bao San said, "My master, don't you check if there is a treasure map in the storage bag of the thief monk? If not, wouldn't you go there in vain?"

"Of course I know this young master. If you want to see it, you have to wait to find a quiet place before you can watch it slowly. What should you do if you misread it in the middle of the night?" Zhang Zhexue was so stubborn. He was just happy. He didn't even think about seeing the storage bag of Monk Zhisheng. But Bao San said it. If he didn't even consider this, how shameless he could still be the boss of others?

It was still Bao San who was honest, grabbed his hair and smiled and said, "That's right, you are still thoughtful."

Zhang Zhexue said proudly: "That's it."

Each person and ghost chatted all the way, and it didn't fall by a river until it was almost dawn. Leopard three went back to rest in the gourd, Zhang Zhexue washed up by the river, flew forward along the river, found a huge tree hole to drill in, and moved a stone to block the hole in order to prevent wild beasts from breaking in during his retreat.

Although the battle with Monk Zhisheng was not long, it was only two or three incense sticks, but at the same time, the Purple Qi Crazy Sword Technique consumed a lot of true energy. The one who fought with him was a master who was two levels higher than him. When he fought, the true energy gushed out like a rushing river water and flew for another night. Now the true energy is only less than 30%. If he does not recover, he will not dare to move forward again.

Take two pills at the same time, and then control the medicinal power to convert it into true essence, slowly replenishing the true essence into the dantian.

It took a day and a night to completely restore the true energy in the dantian. He came out of the tree hole early in the morning, took some cooked food and roasted it on fire, and prepared to fill his stomach. In fact, with his current cultivation level, he could completely avoid fasting, but eating is a habit and a pleasure. Therefore, without any need, Zhang Zhexue did not want to give up this habit.

The two roasted chickens were just roasted, and before they could even get in, the little white fox woke up from his arms. He first stuck his head out and looked outside. He smelled the aroma of meat. Then he stared at the roasted roast chicken, jumped out of Zhang Zhexue's arms, stood at Zhang Zhexue's feet, looked at the roast chicken, and then looked at Zhang Zhexue, and screamed.

When Zhang Zhexue first saw the little white fox wanting to eat, he pulled a chicken wing, paddled it with a handkerchief, placed it in front of the little white fox, lit its forehead and smiled: "You little guy, you come out when you smell the fragrance? I thought you had to sleep for a few more days."

The little white fox seemed very satisfied. Zhang Zhexue put a handkerchief under the chicken wings, rubbed his head on his hand a few times, then stood beside the chicken wings and started eating. Zhang Zhexue looked at the little white fox as big as a palm and was willing to eat a chicken wing that was longer than its body. He couldn't help laughing. Seeing that it was delicious, he pulled off a chicken leg and started eating.

Before a chicken leg was eaten, he heard the little white fox start calling again. He looked down and saw that a chicken wing had been eaten, leaving only bones left. Zhang Zhexue looked down and asked the little white fox in surprise: "Why are you eating so fast?" He couldn't figure out how the little white fox, who was not as tall as a chicken wing, could finish a chicken wing so quickly? Is this the fox's talent?

The little white fox looked at him and screamed a few more times, as if urging him to divide some more to eat. Zhang Zhexue simply took a whole roast chicken from the rack and put it in front of the little white fox: "Give you a whole one, eat slowly, no one will snatch it from you, I have a lot of them here."

Before Zhang Zhexue finished speaking, he heard someone in the air say, "Since you have more, you might as well bake more."

"Who?" Zhang Zhexue picked up the little white fox and stuffed it into his arms, and then sacrificed four flying swords at the same time, flying around his body, protecting it within three meters. This sound really scared him, and everyone was on top of his head. He had not yet discovered it. This was the first time he had been in the world.

A figure fell from the air, and was a big man with a curly beard. The big man landed four or five feet away from Zhang Zhexue. While walking towards Zhang Zhexue, he smiled and said, "Oh, four flying swords, my friend is very wealthy. This is the first time I have seen a little guy who can drive four flying swords at the same time. It's not bad, good."

Seeing that the big man walked over, he seemed to have no intention of stopping. He was about to walk within three feet. Zhang Zhexue stopped answering. With a loud shout, the purple Qi Mad Sword Technique was suddenly displayed. Four flying swords flew with each other, instantly intertwined a huge sword net, and collided towards the big man like a storm. However, his figure moved and suddenly retreated.

When the great man appeared, Zhang Zhexue had already discovered that the person who came was extraordinary. Not to mention that he could appear quietly above him, the key was that when he fell from the air, there were no flying swords or other magical tools under his feet. This alone proved that the other party was at least a cultivator above the grassroots level.

The big man obviously didn't expect that Zhang Zhexue would take action without hesitation without even saying a word, and the oncoming sword was so fierce. He originally thought that he would walk forward, and the other party would naturally withdraw the flying sword. After all, he was a foundation-building cultivator, and the other party was only a sixth level of Qi refining. When he saw him, why didn't he quickly put away the flying sword?

Facing the almost sudden flying sword, and it was so fierce, he could almost block all possible angles of avoidance around him. If he was not a grassroots building, just by relying on these four flying swords, no matter how many levels of Qi refining, he would die under the sword at such a close distance.

As he talked for a long time, in fact, from Zhang Zhexue's flying sword strangled to the man's reaction, it was just a time to breathe. The man also jumped back, and then his hands danced in front of him, with a few crisp sounds. The man had already grabbed all Zhang Zhexue's flying sword in his hands.

At this time, Zhang Zhexue had retreated more than ten feet away. He had just turned around and jumped into the forest. A true energy had already attacked and wrapped him in an instant. Then he saw his body flying back involuntarily, which scared him so much that his soul almost left his body. He thought, it's over, I'm going to fall.

The big man caught Zhang Zhexue in front of him and smiled and said, "My friend, I have no malicious intentions. You don't need to use the flying sword without saying a word? I just want to ask for a chicken to eat."

Zhang Zhexue was bound by the true energy, and could not move around, but his mouth was still able to move. He made an embarrassing expression and said, "Senior, you came quietly and suddenly appeared. You can't blame me for subconsciously taking action while being frightened, right?"
Chapter completed!