The god-level tyrant of the prehistoric fantasy

boom!

There was a loud bang, and the monster with a one-horned horn on its head was knocked to the ground. The monster fell to the ground and struggled for a few times before it stopped moving.

Beside the fallen monster, stood a young man. The young man was wearing a gray shirt with a gray cloth strip tied on his forehead. His body was covered with blood, and his delicate face was mixed with sweat and blood.

The young man was very tired at the moment, his face and body were exhausted. Eliminating the monsters just now had consumed most of his body's vitality, but luckily he even eliminated the last monster.

The boy walked to a rock and reached out to pick off a blue-glowing fairy grass.

The young man glanced at the shimmering fairy grass, and the tired expression on his face disappeared, replaced by a look of joy. He came here just for this fairy grass. With it, his sister's illness would be cured. It was saved, and with this, even if he was seriously injured, it was worth it.

The boy's name is Zhang Heng, and he lives in a small mountain village more than ten miles away. Because his sister suddenly became seriously ill and needed a very strange fairy grass to be cured. The rare fairy grass, he searched here for a week, encountered many monsters, and finally let him find this fairy grass.

It has been a week since Zhang Heng came here. He seldom rests this week. Whenever he has time, he fights monsters and looks for fairy grass. He has not had a good sleep for several days. At this moment, his eyes are bloodshot and his body is also It's too much to eat, and fighting with monsters consumes a lot of energy in the body. If he can't be found again, I really don't know if he can last.

Fortunately, Huangtian paid off, and finally let him find it. Through his own efforts, he also got what he deserved. For his sister, he must persevere.

Both of his parents died when he was young, and he and his sister depended on each other for life. He promised his parents that he would take good care of his sister. As long as the sister can be cured, it is worthwhile to be tired.

Zhang Heng waved his sleeves to wipe off the blood and sweat on his face. He put the fairy grass in his hand into his arms. At this time, his master must be waiting very anxiously, and his sister must be waiting for him to go back. Then he became happy, took a deep breath and walked forward.

Zhang Heng walked a few steps and found something was wrong. It seemed that someone was following him secretly. He is currently very weak. If he encounters some people who take advantage of the fire, he will be in danger.

Whoosh!

A green light and shadow flew behind Zhang Heng and shot towards Zhang Heng's back.

Zhang Heng had already noticed it. He rolled over to the side and landed safely on a somersault on the ground. The green light and shadow shot at him hit the stone in front of him.

Zhang Heng was really afraid of something. There were a few fluctuations of Yuanli behind him, presumably those were the people who were secretly following him.

"Sneaky, what else can you do besides sneak attack, don't get out!"

Zhang Heng turned around and shouted to his back.

Behind Zhang Heng, there were a few waves of energy, and a dozen men came out from behind the big rock.

This is a group of men in uniform uniforms, similar to those of servants. Among them stands a proud young man who is about the same age as Zhang Heng. He is wearing a brocade robe with his hands on his waist. He gave Zhang Heng a cold look.

"What a big tone, Zhang Heng, don't come here without any problems!"

When Zhang Heng saw the boy, he couldn't help being taken aback, and then he laughed: "Who am I? It turns out that I'm Er Gouzi from the next village."

When the young man heard this, his face immediately became angry, and he said to Zhang Heng: "Zhang Heng, how many times have I told you, don't call me by my nickname anymore, I have a big name, and my name is Wang Fugui now!"

Zhang Heng sneered and said, "Really? It's different when you're rich. Even the name is so rich, it's a guy who forgets his roots."

"It's up to you, I have money now, so I can do whatever I want!"

Zhang Heng said: "Then you didn't come today to catch up with me, did you?"

Wang Fugui laughed loudly and said: "Who the hell is having an affair with you, we have business."

"Business? It won't be related to me."

Wang Fugui said: "We came here today for a celestial herb. I saw you got one just now, so I want you to keep it. Then our previous affairs will be written off."

When Zhang Heng heard it, Wang Fugui actually came here for the fairy grass on his body. This is his lifeline, and he still has to wait to go back to save his life.

Zhang Heng pointed to Wang Fugui and said, "Er Gouzi, let me tell you, don't even think about paying attention to the fairy grass on my body. I use it to save my life. I want the fairy grass to fight the monsters by itself."

"Damn it, why do you still call me by my nickname? How many times have I told you that my real name is Wang Fugui?"

"I don't care what your name is, let's talk about the festivals we had before, and we need to use things like fairy grass to make up for it."

Wang Fugui shouted: "Why, have you forgotten how you bullied me when you were young? Let me tell you, I am not discussing with you, I will leave the celestial grass and I will let you go, otherwise you will never live today leave here."

Zhang Heng snorted coldly and said, "Er Gouzi, let me tell you too, don't try to hit the attention of the fairy grass on me, if you want to kill me, it depends on whether you have the ability, these 'qi-creating' layers around you Immortal cultivator, I haven't put it in my eyes yet."

"Domineering, kind! You are still fearless even when you are about to die. You have been like this since you were a child. Do you know how much I hate your attitude? You won't know. Since you are so recalcitrant, don't blame me for my tricks Ruthless!"

Zhang Heng clenched his fists tightly and said to Wang Fugui, "If you don't believe me, you can try it!"

Wang Fugui waved his palm and said: "Take him down, it's okay to kill him if necessary, the most important thing is the fairy grass on his body."

"Yes, Master!"

A dozen men around Wang Fugui started walking towards Zhang Heng, and stopped within five meters of him.

Zhang Heng sneered, "Don't underestimate me!"

Wang Fugui continued to put his hands on his waist, and said to Zhang Heng: "Of course I know your ability, as a cultivator on the third level of 'qi creation', if you usually have ten more subordinates, you will not be your opponent, but now it is different, you After being seriously injured, his cultivation base has been greatly reduced, and he can only use three-tenths of his usual capacity, that is, the first level of 'Qi'. Do you think that ten of us are on the first level of 'Qi'? Level, who has a better chance of winning?"

"It seems that you came prepared and deliberately waited for me to get injured before coming out to rob?"