The Monk

Chapter 149: Meeting Yong San Again

Ao Tian did not hide it from him and sighed, "I am the deputy governor of the Holy City."

Zhang Pa and Zhang Tianfang were a little confused. Song Yunyi was born in a noble family and was used to these tricks. He explained to them, "If you two were high-level Nascent Soul cultivators, he would definitely ask for help; but one of you is building a foundation and the other is forming a pill. With his status..."

Zhang Pa suddenly realized that it was a face issue. He grabbed Zhang Tianfang and said, "That's it! Come with me first. Even if you want to come back, you have to wait until we are both safe. You still owe me a life."

"Why do I owe you a life again? Is there anyone as unreasonable as you?" Zhang Tianfang's paranoia about who owes whom is greater than his hatred for Ao Tian; "Just now you said that I blocked Ao Tian for you, and we were even. If I blocked him, we were even!"

"You mean you help me block him, but now we are dealing with him together, right, Boss Ao?" Zhang Pa turned his spearhead to Ao Tian, ​​not caring whether Boss Ao's noble status could withstand his teasing.

Aotian cares a lot about his face. He had to let them go, which was a big loss. Zhang Pa dared to tease him. His eyebrows stood up and the black dot in his hand rose into the air again.

Zhang Tianfang cooperated with him very well: "Want to fight? Then fight, I will deal with you this time." He turned around and yelled to Zhang Pa: "Watch me, I will go by myself, stop Aotian and we will be even."

The magic sect's skills are too weird. It actually cultivated such a monster. Zhang Pa sighed repeatedly, grabbed his arm and said: "He wants to kill you, do you think he can let me go?"

"He can kill me? Are you kidding, he can kill me?" He wanted to rush up.

Zhang Pa's cultivation is higher than his, and he pulled him with both hands and continued: "Be steady, be steady, how about this, as long as you accompany me out of the Holy Kingdom, we will be even." He planned to change the way to encourage Zhang Tianfang.

"Well, in this case, I don't need to fight him. Okay, I'll listen to you again. Remember, after this time, we will be even!" Zhang Tianfang was finally successfully deceived into the pirate ship.

Aotian stood opposite and listened to the conversation between the two psychopaths. He suddenly felt very lucky. Fortunately, he tricked the psychopaths away. Otherwise, with their personalities, ordinary people could not kill them, and extraordinary people could not catch them. What if they walked around the Holy Land and killed people all the way like last time? How many people could escape from the ghost sword? What's more, there are two ghost swords! He quickly said: "Go quickly, but you must keep a low profile and leave quietly. I don't want to see you two again."

"What does leaving quietly have to do with seeing us?" Zhang Tianfang was simple-minded and lacked interaction with people. He didn't understand what he said.

Song Yunyi acted as an interpreter: "Now the whole world is looking for the three of us. If someone finds our whereabouts, they will definitely report it back to the Holy City. Senior Ao is the city lord. He knows the horror of the ghost sword and will not let ordinary cultivators come to die. Naturally, he will lead the team to set off."

This girl is still sensible and can speak. Aotian looked at Song Yunyi with appreciation.

"Is that so? Don't worry. Since we are leaving, we won't cause you any trouble. Let's go, then?" The latter sentence was said to Zhang Pa. Zhang Pa didn't know whether to laugh or cry. This guy had lived with demons and ghosts for decades, but he had learned nothing except cruelty. He clasped his fists to Ao Tian and said, "Try your best. You Eighth Battalion are not fake people. I hope you can escape the pursuit."

"Don't worry about that. I know you entered the ghost cave, and I ordered to stop the search."

Zhang Tianfang couldn't wait to urge him, "What are you talking about? Let's go." Zhang Pa clasped his fists to Ao Tian again, "Please step back a few steps, senior." The two sides stopped fighting, and nice words also appeared. Ao Tian smiled slightly, knowing that he was worried about himself, and pinched his palm, and the very powerful black dot disappeared in the skin, and then stepped back gracefully, making room for a few miles.

Zhang Pa released Fei Zhi, and after jumping in with Song Yunyi, he called Zhang Tianfang: "Come in!" Zhang Tianfang looked at Fei Zhi in a daze: "You have all these things? Great, you are a spendthrift." Remembering that he had casually given him two bottles of spiritual wine, he jumped into Fei Zhi and asked: "Are you a child of a noble family?"

Zhang Pa sent his spiritual power into Fei Zhi and said casually: "You have killed hundreds of people, don't tell me you haven't taken a storage bag." More than 400 Jindan cultivators and several Yuanying cultivators all died under his ghost sword. The things in these people's storage bags added together are definitely a huge fortune. Zhang Tianfang screamed: "I forgot." He took out a storage bag from his arms and said: "Put everything you get in it, but we were chased by saints outside, and there were strange fish in the ghost cave. I kept killing and killing and didn't have time to look carefully." As he spoke, he poured out a pile of storage bags, proving that he had indeed killed a lot of people.

"Put it away, and look at it later." A spell was cast, and Fei Zhi took off, waved goodbye to Aotian, and flew quickly to the east.

"Where are we going?" Zhang Tianfang asked as he put away his storage bag.

"To pick someone up." Thirty-five girls were waiting for him in a distant city.

"No matter who you pick up, we won't owe each other anything once we leave the Holy Kingdom!" Zhang Tianfang was still bothered by this question.

It was a good thing that the Eighth Battalion stopped searching. The three of them had been flying for more than 20 days without any interception or questioning, and they had a smooth journey. However, Zhang Tianfang kept asking, "Have you left the Holy Kingdom?"

The lower-grade flying speed was slow, and it took a lot more time to return to the original city. He rushed to the inn in the post station as soon as possible. Cheng Xier and a group of girls were there, hiding in the room to practice. He was very excited to see Zhang Pa and Song Yunyi come back, jumping and laughing together, and a girl cried with joy: "I haven't heard from you for so long, I thought you didn't want us anymore."

Zhang Pa hurriedly persuaded, "No, aren't you back?" As they talked, Zhang Tianfang said impatiently, "Are you going to leave?"

At this time, there was a knock on the door. Cheng Xier went to open the door. It was a handsome young man with very thin eyebrows. Zhang Wen glanced at him: "Yong San?"

Yongsan smiled and clasped his fists and said, "Sure enough, Brother Taoist is back. Yongsan is preparing a small amount of wine downstairs for Brother Taoist to wash away the dust and catch the wind."

"How did you know I was coming back?" Some questions had to be asked clearly, and Zhang was afraid that he had to be careful.

"Brother Taoist has a kind heart and will definitely not abandon his companions and leave alone; and brother Taoist is as hard to find in the Holy City as a crane, and it is really difficult to meet him. After thinking about it, it is better to come back and wait for brother Taoist, so I went next door After settling in, I heard a commotion in the house. I guessed that Brother Tao was back and came to pay a visit. Sure enough, I saw that Brother Tao was as good as before. "

His polite words made Zhang Tianfang even more impatient: "Who are you? Are you tired?"

"Who is this dear friend?" Yong San continued to be polite.

Zhang Tianfang is tall and burly, one size larger than Zhang Wen. He is carrying a very wide pole in his hand, which was processed by Zhang Wen using a ghost knife to cover up.

I don’t know why, but the more polite Yong San was, the less Zhang Ping wanted to pay attention to him, and asked him sternly: "Is something wrong, fellow Taoist?"

Yong San finally felt that he was too tired to talk like that. He spread his hands and said carelessly: "I can't come to you if I have nothing to do? Hurry up, you still owe me a drink."

Zhang Ai was confused: "When did I owe you a drink? I paid the bill in the Holy City."

"Did you pay for it? Then I should invite you back. Come on, sit downstairs."

Zhang Awei frowned when he heard this, his expression became serious, and he said seriously: "Tell me, what are you trying to do by pestering me?"