"Master Nephew Yang, I know all about this. The spirits and ghosts in the Eleven store have never harmed anyone. Besides, if the soul of Donor Zhao remains in the world, it has the consent of the underworld.
In this matter, you were reckless.
Let’s let them all go! "
With Zhang Qiwen as the peacemaker, although Yang Muqing disagreed, it was hard to say anything. After all, this was the territory of Longhu Mountain. No one else cared about it, and it was hard for him to stand out.
All I could do was take out the big green gourd, open the cork, and pour out all the ghosts and ghosts.
Fortunately for Zhao Dezhu and the others, they were ghosts after all. Although they were aggrieved by being locked up inside, they were not seriously affected.
Those little monsters were miserable. When several of them were poured out, their prototypes were already showing.
Brooms, feather dusters, and tablets of inkstones were scattered all over the floor.
"Master Nephew Yang, are these the monsters you are talking about?"
Now even Zhang Qiwen felt that Yang Muching was making a fuss out of a molehill.
So what if these things become spirits? Use a feather duster to beat people, or use a broomstick to beat people?
Yang Muqing just blushed and said nothing.
He didn't speak, but Zhang Shiyi gave up and rushed over, carefully examining the little monsters who had revealed their true colors.
Fortunately, there is still a trace of demonic energy left on it and it has not completely dissipated. It can be recovered after a few days of rest.
"Boss, it's all my fault. I, the security captain, am really unqualified, cough~"
General Iron Rod walked over, his voice seemed a little hoarse, and there was a big hole in his chest, from which he could see directly to the other side.
With such a serious injury, if Zhang Shiyi hadn't given him a demon pill, he would have turned into a piece of rotten yam by now.
"Yang Muqing! You have a father but no father to teach you. I'm not done with you today!"
Looking at these weak little monsters, even the souls of Zhao Dezhu and Sun Qian Xiaoming became in a trance, and Zhang Shiyi was really angry.
"Can you say that again?!"
Unexpectedly, the other party exploded faster than him, his eyes were blood red, and a cold aura came towards him.
Opening his hands, the wooden sword and wooden sword appeared in Yang Muching's hand.
For him, he can say anything, but he cannot slander his father. That will be an eternal pain in his heart!
"Ouch~!"
Zhang Shiyi didn't expect that the other party was more explosive than him, so just hit him. Who is afraid of whom?
But this time Yang Muqing gave him a very dangerous feeling. It was completely different from the previous sparring. It was a relentless murderous aura.
"Xuanzi!"
If you want to play it real, I will be afraid of you!
Only a fool would be one-on-one with you.
Zhang Shiyi directly summoned Xuanzi to his side.
Xuanzi, who felt the murderous intent of the other party, also exuded endless demonic aura, fighting against that murderous intent without losing any of his strength.
When Zhao Dezhu and others saw that their boss was going to fight for them, they naturally came over and tried to help their boss even with their broken bodies.
"Stop it all!"
Just when the situation was about to break out, Zhang Qiwen slammed the table, and a strong storm arose, instantly suppressing the auras of Yang Muqing and Tiger Spirit Xuanzi. As for Zhang Shiyi, he had no aura at all.
"Master Nephew Yang, Eleven, you two have gone too far~
Eleven, Junior Nephew Yang’s life experience is miserable, his father..."
After listening to Zhang Qiwen's story, Zhang Shiyi also knew that he had said the wrong thing.
He quickly pouted at Xuanzi, who immediately understood and turned into a kitten, lying on his shoulder, pretending to yawn.
"Haha, Junior Nephew Yang, this child, Eleven, has been an orphan since he was a child. He has been wandering on the street since he was eight years old. He has not received much education. He is a bit mean-mouthed. You should not be as knowledgeable as him."
Well, well, Zhang Shiyi was about to nod when he suddenly understood.
This old man is trying his best to say that I don’t have a tutor!
"Okay, for my uncle's sake, as long as he admits his mistake and apologizes to me, I can pretend that this didn't happen. Otherwise, I will fight him to the death today!"
"Brother Yang, I was wrong. I didn't know about your father. How offending I am!"
Zhang Shiyi has such a temperament that he knows his mistakes and can correct them. If he makes a mistake, it is a mistake. Apologizing does not make him appear cowardly, but makes him appear more graceful.
But it was the speed of his apology that almost made Yang Muqing dodge.
You are young, your Taoism is profound, and you have a thousand-year-old demon general following you. You should be arrogant, so why should you admit your mistake and apologize now?
I don't know where to put the sword in my hand.
"Daozhang Yang, I apologize because I just said the wrong thing, but you hurt my subordinates, so you can't just let it go. Today I will give Master Zhang a face.
If there is anything wrong with my men, I will definitely go to Maoshan and ask for an explanation!
let's go! "
Zhang Shiyi flicked his sleeves, and all the spirits, including the broomsticks and inkstones that showed their prototypes, were sucked into his sleeves.
"The universe is in your sleeves!"
Not only was Yang Muqing dumbfounded by this move, but Zhang Qiwen was also stunned.
This is the unique skill of Zhen Yuanzi, the ancestor of the Earth Immortal. How did he use it?
Could it be...
Zhang Qiwen's sweat dropped. If what he thought was true, then he dared to call others brothers. Wasn't he seeking death?
Zhang Shiyi didn't know what these people were thinking.
He didn't know how to hold something up his sleeve, but he was too involved in the fight just now and tore the inner lining of his clothes.
The bag containing a world slipped down into the sleeve along the damaged liner.
Then he flicked his sleeves and took in the little monsters.
The result was that Zhang Qiwen was frightened.
"Teacher, uncle, did I get into trouble?"
Yang Muqing was also covered in cold sweat and looked at Zhang Qiwen.
"Ha, ha, ha, it's okay, it's okay. Don't worry, nephew. Don't look at this little friend Shi Yi. He talks about being unforgiving, but he is actually kind-hearted and a very nice person. I watched him grow up, ha ha~ haha ~”
Zhang Qiwen could only laugh to cover up his embarrassment, but actually he was panicking inside.
Zhang Shiyi was so anxious that he took a taxi and returned to the paper shop.
After coaxing Erya away who came to help, he quickly closed the door and lit several bundles of top-quality incense. Only when the smoke was so thick that no one could be seen, he dared to release these monsters.
Regardless of his erudition, the problem is that the books he has read do not contain information on how to treat monsters. He can only light incense in the hope that it will help the injuries of these monsters.
As a result, after all the little monsters were released, they were all full of energy and looked more energetic than before.
"Holy shit, what's going on?"
"Hey, boss, your side of the world is such a treasure. After we've been in it for a while, we feel that it absorbs more spiritual energy than what we absorbed outside in a year. You can see that my injuries are all healed."
The Iron Rod General pointed at his chest, which was now intact, his eyes full of surprise.
