The Monk

Chapter 561 Strength

Cultivators are proud, especially high-level cultivators. Although Zhan Yun is asking for medicine, he is still neither humble nor arrogant. Judging from his words, it seems to be a bit low-profile, but in fact it contains strong confidence and pride. You have what I need. If I can’t kill you and steal the things, I will exchange myself with you. If you don’t believe it, you won’t. Tempting.

It is very normal for cultivators to exchange elixirs and magic weapons with each other. No one dares to say that I have all the treasures in the world and don't ask for anything. So it cannot be said that Zhan Yun lost face by doing this. Who he is willing to help is a personal matter, and what price he is willing to charge is also a personal matter.

Hearing that Zhan Yun wanted to change his body for medicine, King He looked at Zhang Afraid. What choice would he make if he had this day in the future? Leave proudly? Or do you feel sorry for yourself and ask for medicine? It is really difficult to decide matters related to life and death, otherwise there would not be countless murders and treasure grabbing in the world. Isn’t everyone pursuing just a few more days of life?

But what if Zhan Yun helps this bastard boy fight against Longhu Mountain? The old guy went crazy and didn't want to face it without talking to others, so he thought of ways to mess up the matter.

Chi Zunzong didn't care who was helping whom or who was with whom. He was just a little disappointed that he didn't see the excitement and asked loudly: "No fight?"

Then Zhang Ping discovered that there were still many cultivators like Zhang Tianfang in the world.

His attention turned back to Zhan Yun, thinking about how to arrange this guy? I used to go against myself, and having one of my hands blown off was my retribution. What if he was allowed to hold up Tianlei Mountain? It is definitely one of the top sects in the Yue Kingdom. Apart from the Shura from the Southern Demon Sect, I have never seen any other top-level monks, so I can't help but feel a little moved.

Zhan Yun is not in a hurry. He has released such a big bargaining chip in order to survive. All he can do now is wait for that bastard to make up his mind. Looking at Zhang Wen's leisurely expression, he suddenly felt a little sad, thinking that he had dominated the world for eight hundred years, and at the end of the day he had to be picked on like a piece of merchandise. Fortunately, Zhang Zhi did not waste too much of his time and said happily: "I promise you."

Zhan Yun was not too happy when he heard this, but there was a slight flash of joy in his eyes. Although the price was a bit high, he had the hope of breaking through the realm of Yuanying and entering the stage of divine transformation. He stretched out his hand to Zhang Heng and said: "Bring it here."

Zhang Ping did not ask whether he meant what he said, let alone whether he had made a contract oath, and directly threw a ten-thousand-year-old herb to him. Zhan Yunmu showed appreciation, took the herb and said, "I'll wait for you back at Tianlei Mountain. "Zhang Aifang left without waiting for a reply. He had worked hard for this thing for more than a hundred years. Now that he got what he wanted, of course he had to rush back to refine the elixir. I didn’t even go to the Valley of Refining Gods.

King He watched Zhan Yun leave and thought about it. After thinking about it, he decided to give it up and looked back at Zhang Ping with a cold face.

Red Venerable shouted: "You really have something, give me one."

Zhang Ai refused and said: "No." "No? If you don't give it, I will make a big fuss in Tianlei Mountain." Chi Zunzun threatened with a smile. Zhang Ping also smiled and replied: "Go ahead."

Anyway, there is no one on the mountain. When giving Zhan Yun Lingcao, he had carefully considered it. First, he would use his name as a top-level monk to restore the reputation of Tianlei Mountain. As for the more than 700 disciples under his disciples, it would be better to stay in the snow mountain to practice. He has too many enemies in his life, and he will not let the people of Tianlei Mountain take risks until he kills all his enemies.

In this way, there is only Zhan Yun on Tianlei Mountain. Even if he fails to refine the Heavenly God Pill, or if he succeeds in making the pill but has no effect after taking it, it doesn't matter if he only lives for more than twenty years and returns to the west. It is just a loss of a herb, at least. At this stage, there is one less powerful enemy and one more helper.

Chi Zun was very dissatisfied with Zhang Ai's attitude: "All the good things are in your hands. Share some of them, or else I will also be your guest?"

Zhang Ain laughed and said nothing, and Master Chi was furious: "Boy, don't let me catch you."

The eighteen sages have different personalities, but what they have in common is the same murderous nature. Including the three people Zhang Wen had come into contact with, Venerable Ping, Venerable Jing and Venerable Qiao, so Venerable Chi’s words were not considered a threat. To them, their cultivation was not as good as mine. If you dare to go against my wishes, you are seeking death.

But what Lord Chi said made King He startled. He had dealt with the sorcerers in the mountains countless times and knew the character of Lord Chi very well. A guy who turned his back and refused to recognize others was swept away by a low-level monk in front of others. To save face, just say a harsh word to end the matter? I couldn't help but be more afraid of Zhang Ai.

Zhang Ping didn't care at all. The return of Bing Jing made him extremely happy. He asked Master Chi: "What was the name of the guy who left just now?" Master Chi said angrily: "Zhan Yun." He thought to himself: You are cruel, you can't even call him anything. If you don’t know, just give me a Ten Thousand Years Spirit Grass.

Zhang Ping said lightly to show that he understood, and then said nothing.

His nonchalant expression put King He in a difficult position. Zhang was afraid that he might have been involved in the murder of the monk stationed in Yong'an County. It would be unjustifiable to ignore him, so he asked in a deep voice: "Have I, a disciple of Longhu Mountain, ever done this? Offended you?"

"Nonsense, starting from you, how many people have offended me?" Zhang Aoi rolled his eyes at him.

"So you're going to kill my disciple to vent your anger?" King He Zhizun actually asked the question in a perfunctory way. He was really unsure of the other party's strength.

Zhang Ping rolled his eyes at him again: "Whether I kill or not is my business, why should I tell you?" Although he doesn't tell lies, he has no obligation to confess.

"You killed my disciple, of course I have to ask!" King He said loudly.

"Which of your eyes saw me killing your disciple? If you haven't seen it, don't lie." Zhang was afraid of denying or admitting, so he changed the subject.

King He had murderous intentions, but remembering the behavior of Zhan Yun and Chi Zun just now, he suppressed his anger and said coldly: "Let you go today, don't let me get caught."

Zhang Awei secretly sighed, this is strength. With strength, even top-level masters become easy to talk to. Alas, when can I become a top-level master?

King He couldn't ask anything, and he couldn't take action casually, so he had to leave angrily. He wanted to pursue the clues himself. Lord Chi watched King He leave and then looked at Zhang Ai. Knowing that Bing Jing was there, he would not be able to get any favors from him, so he hesitated for a moment and left. Zhang Weijing deliberately angered him: "Why aren't you as kind as Venerable Ping, Venerable Qiao, Venerable Jing?"

Venerable Chi was so angry that not only his hair and face turned red, he snorted without looking back, "Except Venerable Jing, you actually said that Venerable Ping and Venerable Qiao were friendly? Idiot!" Why not fight if you can't? Can't scold? Lord Chi finally let out a bad breath.

The three masters left, Zhang Ain summoned ice crystals, and a big ball of golden light jumped and danced on the water. Zhang Ain laughed loudly, picked it up and took a closer look. It was still light and weightless and soft to the touch, but its appearance turned golden and shiny, which would be a bit dazzling under the sun.