Flying from the sea to the rugged rocks, Chang Siguo stretched his body and felt instantly dry. He stretched out his posture and jumped and punched on the rocks. He didn't know how much the mysterious Jindan monk knew about him. He could only use his own Way to lure that person to show up.
One move after another, he was hitting the islands with strong winds and powerful fists. He didn't need to hide his close combat prowess.
His trump card is not Wujijin, it's just a cover for him to stay on the island.
After three times of boxing, he noticed the vague spiritual consciousness again. The man was coming.
Pressing his hands down and slowly withdrawing his strength, Chang Siguo frowned and gestured with his hands on the island, seeming to be thinking about the difficulties he encountered in his boxing skills.
He suddenly came to a deserted island far away from Sanyu City. The other party must be suspicious and won't show up for a short time. He must at least confirm that there are no masters ambushing him for a hundred miles nearby before he dares to show up. Just like fishing, the two sides are competing for patience.
I pretended to think about it for half a quarter of an hour.
A long figure appeared in the air three hundred feet away from the island.
Chang Siguo suddenly turned around and looked at the tall, thin old man who was condescending. He was an unknown Jindan monk.
He has stayed in Sanyu City for such a long time and has experienced many monster siege battles. He has basically seen all the Golden Core cultivators in the city. Even if he has never interacted with most of them, he is familiar with their aura fluctuations.
The two sides observed each other in silence for a moment. Chang Siguo raised his hands and asked, "Senior, I have spied on you several times, what do you want?"
There was a trace of doubt on the stern face of the tall and thin old man. This little guy had indeed discovered his spying and led him here. With such confidence, could it be that he had ambushed the masters of Sanyu City in the water?
After exploring the depths of the nearby sea area for more than ten miles for a while, the old man still found nothing, so he said directly, "Return the fushu bow to me. There is no enmity between us, and I will not embarrass you."
It turns out that he came here to support the bow, not for other treasures.
Since Chang Siguo knew the secret of Fushu Gong, it would be impossible for him to obediently return Fushu Gong to the old man.
Why did he get it with treasures and just ask him for it with nothing?
"Sorry, I don't have the Fushu Gong in my hand. You can go to the city and discuss it with Master Zhang."
Chang Siguo opened his eyes and told vague lies, completely shirking responsibility.
No matter what means the other party has, they can't even hope to find the whereabouts of Fushu Gong. Items that enter a small space are equivalent to being isolated from the outside world, unless they can reach the height of Ancestor Ji or have a chance to detect it.
The tall and thin old man's face became even more ugly, and his eyes were so wide that they almost burst into flames.
He stayed in the nearby waters for such a long time just to wait for an opportunity. A few times ago, because he was under the nose of Sanyu City, he did not dare to make any mistakes. He also used secret methods to spy on Fushu Gong's whereabouts, and surprisingly found that Fushu Gong was actually there. Not with Chang Siguo.
When this happens, it's simply that the mark he made on the Fushu Bow was erased by a master of the same level.
He never dared to dream that the other party would have a small space that could isolate the breath.
The tall and thin old man was unwilling to give up, and finally found this opportunity that this guy seemed to have deliberately created. He followed him and showed up, but told him that the fushu bow was in Zhang Kuang's hands. Can he ask Zhang Kuang for it?
Absolutely not, Zhang Kuang's violent temper will kick him out if he disagrees with her.
The tall and thin old man couldn't suppress his nameless anger and shouted, "Boy, no matter what method you use, you have to return the Sang family's fushu bow to me."
Sang family?
Another useful information.
Chang Siguo spread his hands, what does it have to do with me, put it in my pocket and took the surname Chang, pretending to be helpless and said, "How can I dare to talk to Mr. Zhang? You are so embarrassing."
"Shut up and the Fushu Bow is a treasure of the Sang family. The last exchange does not count. I will return the sixth-grade flying sword and five drops of chalcedony crystal to you. You can find a way to return the Fushu Bow to me."
The tall and thin old man wanted to slap this kid to death, and he had to go find Zhang Kuang to get a bow. He suppressed his anger, took out a black pill and threw it at Chang Siguo on the island below, and shouted loudly: "This is You swallow the Yin Pill of the Imperial Palace, and then return to the city. I will give you three months to plan."
Chang Siguo felt contempt in his heart, so he used mana to wrap the elixir that was not kind according to its name, put it into the Xumi bag, his face turned cold, and said, "The items exchanged at the Sanyu City exchange meeting are not counted. Your Sang family is To challenge the authority of Sanyu City”
A big hat hit the tall and thin old man, and he was speechless. Then he became angry and slapped him in the air.
"Shuzi is rude and dares to threaten me."
How can the Sang family dare to compare with Sanyu City, which has the entire Jade Gong Territory continent at its back?
He was not even qualified to carry shoes, so he decided to show the unscrupulous guy a little bit of his power, and then fed him a unique poison to make the boy obey and get the fushu bow back for him. Whether it was to cheat, steal or abduct, he had to Get back the fushu bow.
Chang Siguo sneered. He couldn't get the Fushu Gong. The opponent would not kill him for the time being. He felt confident in his heart. He pushed his hands diagonally upwards, and a wave of yin and yang force rolled towards the blur several feet in size. Palm print.
He himself flashed with fire and went a hundred feet away in the air, getting closer to the lanky old man.
"Boom", "Bang", two explosions in succession.
The fuzzy palm print defeated the yin and yang power that was several feet in size, consuming 30% of the power. It slowed down a little and hit the hard reef. The rubble and dust mixed with seawater rose up for more than ten feet. A deep pit several feet wide appeared on the island, and seawater poured in. The potholes quickly filled.
Faced with the approach of the little guy, the tall and thin old man subconsciously swayed and retreated 500 feet further away. A shining half-foot dagger appeared in his hand. Then he realized that he had subconsciously regarded the little guy opposite as the same level. He looked a little embarrassed and shouted, "If I don't teach you a lesson, you don't know how to be humble."
Before taking action with the dagger in his hand, the tall and thin old man was suddenly startled. His figure flashed and appeared in the air more than ten miles to the south using teleportation. Three miles to the north near the island, an iron tower-like figure emerged from the sea water. It was exactly The master of the Demon-Slaying Hall in Sanyu City is crazy.
He took a step forward wildly, like teleportation or magical power, and arrived at Chang Siguo's side in the blink of an eye.
Chang Siguo did not expect that Zhang Kuang would follow. Fortunately, he had not drawn his sword yet. He bowed and saluted, and said, "I am reckless and left Sanyu City hundreds of miles away without your consent. I want to find you." Let me check my cultivation progress over the past few months." He made an excuse and reluctantly explained.
Unexpectedly, his whereabouts were under Master Zhang's control, which gave him a headache.
At that time, he will quietly leave Sanyu City from the sea and go to Shuiluoshi Island to meet Mu Mei. It will not be a trouble.
Judging from Master Zhang’s magical powers, they are not as slow as the rumors say.
Arrogantly waved his hand, but in front of outsiders, he did not criticize him harshly.
He thought that Chang Siguo relied on the special ability of water-avoiding beads and fifth-level ghosts. Even if he couldn't defeat him, he could still escape into the water. He escaped under the eyes of the Jindan monk last time. He had his own team in the Demon-Slaying Second Team. Eyeliner, even if Shi Yiping hesitated and refused to tell him all the information about Chang Siguo, Sun Nutang would not hide anything from him.
Zhang Kuang looked at the tall and thin old man and said, "Fellow Daoist Sang, you tracked and attacked the captain of the demon-slaying team. I saw it with my own eyes. What else can you explain?"
The last time he heard that Chang Siguo was being cared about by two Jindan monks, he specifically asked Di Ye from Diyu Palace to help him take care of it. He was very concerned about his subordinates who admired him very much and didn't want to have any surprises, so he Having received a message from Di Ye earlier, he rushed here from Haihai.
He didn't fly from the sky to alert the snake, he just happened to catch one.
He practiced Wuji Jin created by Chang Siguo, and as his understanding deepened, he unexpectedly mastered two magical powers, which made up for the speed at which he had always been criticized and ridiculed by monks of the same level.
Faced with the bad-tempered Zhang Kuang, Sang Qirong was vigilant and helpless at the same time, saying, "Master Zhang, please forgive me, my Sang family's fushu bow fell into the hands of Captain Chang."
Chang Si interrupted too quickly and said, "I got the Fushu Gong from the exchange meeting in Sanyu City with a sixth-grade flying sword and five drops of chalcedony crystal. Senior Sang, it's wrong for you to go back on your word."
He didn't want to expose the lie that Fushu Gong was not in Master Zhang's hands.
Zhang Kuang sneered. He was not going to be reasonable in order to support Shu Gong. He took a step forward and his whole body seemed to shrink. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Sang Qirong, who was ten miles away.
Sang Qirong's face turned pale with fright. What kind of weird speed was this? It was a bit like the legendary shrinking into an inch, but it didn't seem to be the case, let alone teleportation. At this time, it was too late for him to teleport, so he swerved towards the northeast. Fly away.
Don’t they all say that Zhang Kuang’s fists are powerful and his speed is unbearable?
The rumors are untrue and are simply harmful.
If he had known that he was so invincible, how could he have dared to talk so much nonsense.
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