The leisurely pastoral life of Xiao Shannong

Zhang Zian was shocked again, he didn't expect the man across from him to say the name of Zhenlongbei directly.

Looking directly at the middle-aged man, Zhang Zian quietly operated the Xuan Ling Jue, and the spiritual power in his body became active.

The Dragon Town Monument must not be taken away or damaged by others. It is related to Nielong and must not be taken lightly.

The middle-aged man seemed to see what Zhang Zian was thinking, and said again: "Little guy, don't be so nervous, I told you, just come and take a look."

The middle-aged man had a smile on his face this time.

He could feel the tyrannical aura on Zhang Zian's body. With such a cultivation level at such a young age, there must be a strong background behind it.

I really just came here to take a look, there is no other meaning, and there is no need to conflict.

The man walked slowly to where the giant python was located in the middle, not caring about Zhang Zian at all.

When the giant python saw a stranger, and even dared not to put his boss in his eyes, he immediately raised his huge head high, his upside-down pupils contracted, and exuded a cold breath.

The man didn't care or fear at all, put his hands behind his back, and said softly: "Little thing, I didn't do it because of his face, otherwise your snake pill is lying in my hand now."

The sound was not loud, but it made the giant python crawl on the ground immediately, its body trembling and its scales rustling.

Without the slightest fighting spirit.

The middle-aged man nodded in satisfaction, and walked over. The giant python stepped aside, revealing the Dragon Town Monument under his body.

There are already several cracks in the Zhenlong stele. Under the moonlight, it is no different from an ordinary stone stele.

The middle-aged man walked over, squatted down and stared at the Zhenlong Monument, with a ray of light in his eyes.

After reading the inscription, he wanted to reach out to touch the Zhenlong stele, but was interrupted by Zhang Zian.

"This is my bottom line. I have to admit that you are very strong, but if you dare to touch it, you will bear the consequences."

Zhang Zian stepped forward and said with firm eyes.

The middle-aged man's fingers were still an inch away from the Zhenlong Monument, hovering in the air, and then turned his head to stare at Zhang Zian with interest.

"At your own peril?"

After finishing speaking, he slowly retracted his arms, stood up, and faced Zhang Zian.

"That guy Scron said there is a mysterious master, so it should be you."

"The Bureau of Ancient Martial Affairs has really fallen, and a person with the strength of the second-rank Jade Rank is called a mysterious master."

"It's no wonder that the Jining branch doesn't have a person with a jade rank in charge, alas."

The middle-aged man said to himself, and finally sighed.

I don't know what to do.

From these words, Zhang Zian concluded that this person knew Shi Kelang, so he could ignore the Guwu Affairs Bureau.

The most important thing is that there is a kind of resentment that hates iron but not steel.

The middle-aged man stood there waiting for Zhang Zian to think. After a while, he said, "Come on, let me see what it means to be at your own risk."

Zhang Zian frowned, obviously this matter can't be done tonight.

The whole body's spiritual power was mobilized, and Zhang Zian's figure disappeared like a ghost, and he was behind the middle-aged man in an instant. With a palm, the resounding dragon chant pierced through the starry sky.

The corners of the middle-aged man's mouth curled up, showing more interest.

Standing still, one arm slapped back casually, colliding with Zhang Zian's palm.

A huge force caused Zhang Zian's body to fly upside down uncontrollably, his pupils dilated, and he was terrified inside.

What a force.

Zhang Zian landed on the ground, stepped on the ground with his right foot, a deep hole appeared, and his body jumped out again.

Dozens of palms were slapped one after another, the dragon chanted continuously, sand and stones were flying around, and the wind howled.

The middle-aged man stood still, easily defusing all Zhang Zian's attacks with only one arm.

Zhang Zian landed in the distance, his hands trembling.

So strong.

I am definitely not its opponent at present.

"That's it?"

The middle-aged man lacked interest, and he didn't expect to force himself to use two arms.

The current warriors are all hard-built strengths with pills, and their foundations are very poor.

Like a rootless duckweed, it's nothing but an appearance.

Under the urging of Xuanling Jue, the spiritual power in Zhang Zian's body covered his body, and his whole body rushed towards the man like a bolt of lightning.

The man always had a calm expression, facing Zhang Zian's offensive, he easily resisted it and did it at his fingertips.

Opening the distance again, Zhang Zian was a little out of breath, and attacked hundreds of times, all of which were easily resolved by the man opposite.

A sense of powerlessness that I have never felt before arises spontaneously.

The man seemed to lose interest, turned around and was about to bend over to touch the Zhenlong Monument.

When his fingers were about to touch the Dragon Town Monument, his eyes showed a hint of surprise, and he turned to look to the side.

A huge Hokage rushed towards him.

The middle-aged man was finally moved, and without any movement, he disappeared in place.

The reappearance was already at Zhang Zian's previous position.

"That's right, the talent is really great. Some people can't cultivate their own power in a lifetime, and you have made me interested again."

Zhang Zian didn't give the man a chance to talk nonsense, the fire enveloped himself, forming a big circle.

Use it under your feet, like an arrow from a bow, to shoot at a man.

The man stood where he was, with a strange look on his face.

Zhang Zian's eyes were cold, and his spiritual power was released crazily, causing the fire to intensify suddenly.

The gravel on the ground instantly turned into fly ash.

When the man was only one foot away, the fire grew stronger again, enveloping the man in an instant.

Zhang Zian was overjoyed, folded his hands on his chest, and took a quick shot.

"Roar!"

The dragon roared to the nine heavens.

Under Zhang Zian's fire, the man easily dodged Zhang Zian's two palms, and a khaki light emanated from his whole body.

The fire couldn't do any harm to it.

"The fire is good, but..."

The words fall.

The khaki-yellow light instantly magnified and enveloped the entire mountain.

Zhang Zian's body paused, the fire almost disintegrated, and the range had shrunk to surround himself.

The blood in his chest almost spurted out, and he swallowed with force.

The legs are like lead, although they can move, but the speed is more than a hundred times slower.

The middle-aged man saw that Zhang Zian's fire didn't disintegrate, a smile appeared on his face, and the figure flashed, and he came to Zhang Zian in an instant.

Five fingers hooked and grabbed Zhang Zian's throat.

Zhang Zian was shocked and wanted to dodge, but his current speed was too late.

He clenched his fists tightly, urging his own spiritual power with all his strength, his eyes were instantly bloodshot, and with a loud roar, his fists met the man's five fingers.

The men finally turned into palms and bumped into each other.

Zhang Zian's body flew out like a kite with a broken string.

He hit the ground heavily, spat out a mouthful of blood while clutching his chest, and his face immediately turned pale.

The spiritual power is intermittent in the body, and it is difficult to operate.

The giant python raised its head and let out a whine.

In the man's power, it can't even move at all.

"You are too weak, you can't defend the Dragon Monument."

The middle-aged man said calmly, he stopped looking at Zhang Zian, and turned to walk towards the Zhenlong Monument.

Zhang Zian struggled to get up, but his arm hurt so badly that his internal organs were displaced.

When he moved a little, he was sweating profusely.

"Ow!"

A roar came from under the cliff, and a black shadow rushed to the top of the mountain quickly.

Rumbling.

"call!"

A huge black shadow descended from the sky, and its fat body crashed into the middle-aged man.

The man didn't turn his head back, the black shadow seemed to have been hit hard, and his fat body fell back, almost falling off the top of the mountain.

Plum Blossom Xiong Xiaomei sensed that her master was in danger, and rushed forward immediately.

Xiaomei lay on the ground, covered her chest with her palm, wailed twice, and passed out.

A huge snake's tail swept towards the man, and the giant python was also hit hard, and it didn't even have the strength to coil up.

Zhang Zian's eyes were full of anger, and the veins on his neck were exposed. He forcibly operated the Xuanling Art, and the spiritual power slowly gathered into a thread, and then flowed in his body like a small river.

Strands of thin golden threads flowed through the whole body along with the spiritual power.