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Chapter 60: We meet at Chuyun Dharma Lineage, Junior Brother Zhang

"Zhang Yuanzhu!"

Lie Heng spoke each word clearly, and an extremely powerful aura rose up.

It was like a rolling dark cloud, carrying the wrath of thunder.

An indescribable pressure pressed down.

Zhang Yuanzhu's body trembled instinctively, his magic power stagnated, and his soul began to become confused.

But soon, he forcibly suppressed his instincts and calmed his body down.

He raised his head, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, with a wanton look:

"Senior Lie Heng, I don't know what's the matter. Please speak frankly."

"Straightforward?"

"Hahaha, what a blunt statement! You have no idea what kind of power you've touched."

Lie Heng straightened his spine and patted the ancient pine tree lightly with his palm.

boom!
The thick trees exploded in an instant, and all the wood chips turned into powder as they flew out.

"We meet at Chuyun Dharma Lineage, Junior Brother Zhang."

Before he could finish his words, Lie Heng turned around and headed towards the top of the mountain.

And in a place where no one was watching, a breath of air was captured in Lie Heng's palm under the cover of powder.

He took a step forward and the figure disappeared.

There is only powder all over the ground, flying in the wind.

Zhang Yuanzhu looked calmly at the direction where Lie Heng left, without much emotion in his heart.

When he refused Lie Lin'er's recruitment, or when Lie Mang refused to apologize, he was already prepared to face many enemies.

Either you climb up by stepping on corpses and bones, or you turn into a corpse beside the road.

But the enemy came here just to intimidate?
Zhang Yuanzhu frowned slightly, checked his body, and only went up the stairs after making sure there was no problem.

When he reached one-third of the mountain, a dazzling white light caught his attention.

It was a flat open space with a bright ball of light hanging high above, casting rays of light and driving away the darkness.

One disciple after another sat cross-legged in the open space, with various elixirs, animal skins, and demon meat placed in front of them.

"Brother Zhang, this is a trading place organized by many disciples who participated in the trial. They exchange their useless items for resources that are beneficial to their cultivation."

The voice came from behind.

A figure in a gray Taoist robe walked out from the foot of the mountain and came to his side.

Zhang Yuanzhu frowned slightly and looked at the boys who seemed to be very familiar with him.

The other person has an ordinary face, but reveals a sense of elegance and luxury.

"Since you know me, you still dare to work with me. Aren't you afraid of offending the Chuyun lineage?"

"My name is Zhao Jianyan, and I come from the royal family of Qian Kingdom." The gray-robed disciple spoke.

A simple sentence represents a lot of things.

Without waiting for Zhang Yuanzhu to reply, the gray-robed disciple stepped forward and walked into the crowd.

Only a barely perceptible voice rang beside his ear.

"All the Dharma lines are recruiting this time. If Brother Zhang has nowhere to go, you might as well join the Soul-Eating Dharma Lineage."

"Of course, Brother Zhang will need to deal with the descendants of the three clans, Li, Shi, and Liu, on his own."

Zhang Yuanzhu half-closed his pupils and looked at the departing figure thoughtfully.

He killed quite a few disciples of the Qian Kingdom in this trial, and the other party would be kind enough to let him join the corresponding lineage.

Zhang Yuanzhu was alert, but he knew these things had to be put off until later.

What is most needed now is to completely repair the injuries and restore energy to cope with the recruitment of Dharma lineages in a few days.

While thinking, he walked forward, passed many people, and came to a residential area.

A small number of stone houses are covered by formations, indicating that people live there to prevent them from being disturbed.

Holding the jade slip that symbolized his identity, Zhang Yuanzhu walked towards a remote place and soon stopped in front of a stone house.

He stretched out his hand, inserted the jade slip into the center of the formation, and threw dozens of spirit coins around.

In an instant, the formation was activated, and light rose, covering the house.

Although it was just a basic formation without much defense, it was enough to make him feel a little relieved.

Crunch!

Push the door open.

A stone bed and a cushion come into view.

He walked in, closed the door, and sat cross-legged in the corner.
Breathing heavily.

The whole body, every muscle and bone, felt tired.

Since stepping into the 800-li mountains and rivers, he has been either killing or chasing, fighting bloody battles and risking his life all the way.

Both his body and mind had reached their limits. This kind of exhaustion could not be recovered by meditating in front of the stone steps for half a day.

He just wanted to lean against the wall, think about nothing, not practice, and relax for a while.

Time passes and the night deepens.

The stone house's violent breathing gradually returned to normal.

Until the bright moon was in the sky, the silver light passed through the formation and fell into the stone house.

Zhang Yuanzhu opened his closed eyes.

Stab it!

The void turned white, as if a sword light passed through the stone house, overwhelming the moonlight.

His eyes were deep, carefully sensing the injuries that had not yet recovered.

Take out the corresponding elixir from the storage bag and swallow it.

Afterwards, he stretched out his hand and waved it gently, and the magic weapons fell to the ground one by one.

There was a low-grade magic weapon called Thick Water Mirror, which was dented in the middle and had torn edges. It had been completely discarded.

There is also the gray Qingyang Furnace and a flying sword.

This is the only remaining magic weapon besides the Xuanshui Ruler and Golden Flame Seal that need to be controlled.

He should have gained more, as the three disciples from the cultivation families who had set up the formation to encircle and kill him were worth a lot of money.

Unfortunately, because of Lie Lin'er's appearance, there was no time to take the storage bag away, and in the end, no one knew who benefited from it.

In other words, after a fierce battle, the magic weapon Thick Water Mirror was missing, but a flying sword was gained.

No profit or loss!

While thinking, Zhang Yuanzhu stretched out his hand, grasped the flying sword, and began to observe.

The hilt is pitch black with unknown patterns engraved on it, while the blade is snow-white and bright.

Sharp and sharp.

He extended his free hand, bent his knuckles slightly, and flicked it lightly.

Zheng! Zheng!
The sound of swords resounded throughout the stone house, and sword marks appeared on the ground.

"What a flying sword!"

"From now on, if you follow me, you will be called Snake Slayer Sword."

Zhang Yuanzhu exclaimed in admiration.

It's a little awkward to use compared to a knife, but acceptable.

'I don't know if it has [Feature]'

He was filled with anticipation, and the flying sword in his hand disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Deep in the soul, the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree swayed gently, and on a green leaf, the blood-red spiritual wood disappeared and turned into a flying sword.

The mirror surface formed by the interweaving of red and blue divine light is also undergoing slight changes.

Master of Supernatural Powers: Zhang Yuanzhu
Palm Control: [Level 1] Snake Slashing Sword (Attribute: Sharp)

[Level 1] Xuanshui Ruler (Attribute: Brute Force)

[Level 1] Welcoming Order (Feature: Health)

Realm: Qi training level 96.25 (%)

Gongfa: "Five Zang Organs Leading Ice to Transform into Yuan Gong", "Record of Blazing Sun True Fire"

Skills: Nuo Opera, Witchcraft, Red Dragon Transformation
'【Characteristics】Sharp.'

Zhang Yuanzhu murmured, looking at his palm, as if he sensed something.

Spread your five fingers and slowly move them closer to the floor.

Sizzle! x5
Without any magic power or strength, the hard bluestone floor was easily cut like tofu.

He had a puzzled look in his eyes, and he raised his hand, looking at the five neat cuts on the ground.

Made a judgment:
'Brute force, coercion, and sharpness are all characteristics of attack and fighting.'

"So, it seems that exchanging the Thick Water Mirror for the Snake Slaying Sword is a win."

But soon, he turned his attention to the realm.

(End of this chapter)