Zhang Shiping was about to go forward to pick it, but stopped. The thick purple gold shield on his body immediately protected him and wandered around him. Luo Jun's sword was in front of him. He stared at the tall thatch near the mound and took a few steps back.

"Come out, I've seen you." Zhang Shiping shouted, reaching out and taking out more than a dozen willow-leaf knives from the storage bag, covered with stars, and trying to shoot towards the nearby grass.

He felt something in the grass, and he didn't know whether it was a monk or a monster.

"Clang, Clang." There were several metal crossing and collision sounds coming from the grass.

Zhang Shiping was shocked, and the thick earth purple gold shield blocked a flying axe behind him. Luo Jun sword split the iron rod coming towards him. The iron rod was split in half by Luo Jun sword, but it turned into two, pierced at Zhang Shiping's eyes. After being controlled by Zhang Shiping, Luo Jun sword was picked up and then merged into one in the distance. A monk who came out of the grass caught the rotating flying axe, and the iron rod floated around the man.

Zhang Shiping did not relax his vigilance. Is the other party alone or several people?

"This little brother, it is rare to be a clever sect disciple like you. It is not as reckless as the first two people, otherwise our brothers would be too boring." The man was in his fifties, wearing a gray coat, with extremely thick palms, and grinning.

Zhang Shiping didn't have the intention to bicker with him. That man was not strong in his breath and had his eighth level of Qi training. Did he deliberately be arrogant or did he think he could not beat him?

He had accomplices, and when he heard the man say this, Zhang Shiping kept some thoughts and paid attention to the surroundings.

Zhang Shiping took out several talismans and put them on his body, and did not directly stimulate the Vajra Talisman. He gestured with his hands in front of him, and seven or eight red fireballs the size of fists appeared in front of him. Zhang Shiping said a few words lightly. The seven or eight fireballs were divided into left and right, fusing into two fireballs the size of human heads. He immediately pointed forward and said "Go", and the fireballs howled.

The fireball flew towards the man in gray. Zhang Shiping looked a little surprised, because when he was using the fireball to fly over, he had already secretly used the swamp technique under the man's feet. It was originally a land of soft mud, and it was even more like water. When the man was not paying attention, his calf sank directly. The man was surprised and wanted to rush up, and two fireballs with big heads smashed towards his head.

His iron rod was divided into two, and he rotated, trying to block the two fireballs. Zhang Shiping "drinks" and pointed his hands forward. The two fireballs the size of human heads were divided into eight small fireballs by Zhang Shiping. The man controlled the iron rod and the flying axe, and immediately blocked the four fireballs in panic. The remaining four hit the shield he used to cast, and the light of inspiration became dimmer and dimmer.

The man showed a look of horror. He finally left the scope of the swamp technique and seemed to want to escape.

After Zhang Shiping released the swamp technique and fireball technique, he did not stop and took out several wind blade talismans from the storage bag. The man was about to jump out of the swamp technique, but was forced into it by the wind blade. The spiritual shield on his body was broken by the green wind blade. The man immediately took out the talisman from the storage bag, and a yellow light shield appeared again. The last wind blade slashed the shield in front of his face under the control of Zhang Shiping.

Zhang Shiping has not used the Luo Jun sword yet, just to prevent the other party from having any accomplices.

When Zhang Shiping saw the man showing a gap, did he make the idea of ​​fraud flash in his mind? Zhang Shiping's eyes were cold and he felt that the opportunity should not be lost and he would not come again. He also had a thick earth purple gold shield to protect him. Even if he had accomplices in just a moment, he believed that this first-level top-level defensive magic weapon that cost him a large amount of spirit stone could block the other party. After all, those who came in were all cultivators in the Qi training stage. Even if the other party had already completed Qi training, it would not be possible to break his shield so quickly.

The mana he inputted to Luo Jun Sword increased again. Luo Jun Sword flew away quickly. In front of the man's yellow light mask, it turned into a giant sword as big as a door panel, and slashed over his head. The man half of his body reached his waist and was pressed into the soft black soil slurry by Zhang Shiping.

The giant sword slashed three times in a row, and the yellow light shield was left. The man in gray had only one head left on the ground, and his face was gone. He shouted, "Help, take action quickly?"

Zhang Shiping did not pause. He would not hear the other party's shouting, so he stopped and looked around like a frightened bird.

Since the other party had an accomplice, he had to move faster. He took a sword and cut off his good head. A blood fountain of several feet high spurted out of the broken artery.

The head and body gradually sink into the swamp, and Zhang Shiping didn't pay attention. He immediately recalled Luo Junjian, and the thick earth purple gold shield shone brightly. He took out more than a dozen iron-gray knives from the storage bag, rolled up his sleeves, and the knives flew into the grass.

He shot out hundreds of lancets with two fingers wide, but only shocked the wild ducks and birds in the thatch.

After waiting for a while, Zhang Shiping was upset and was put on a slight move. Or the other party felt that he was not sure of sneaking away first. Zhang Shiping put away the thick earth purple gold shield light beside him and grabbed it in his hand, but did not receive it in the storage bag.

When he walked to the place where the man in gray died, there was blood stains. The person had already sunk into the swamp. Zhang Shiping tried to catch it, but it was futile.

Fortunately, there was the Silver Star Grass. After he walked over and pulled out all the plants, he saw that there was still no one, and Zhang Shiping quickly left here. Although the battle only took a few rounds, the spiritual pressure emitted was quite large.

Maybe someone came over, so Zhang Shiping left in a hurry. This time he lost several talismans and had a knife on his body. However, this knife was ordinary wrought iron and was more expensive for mortals. However, Zhang Shiping did not lack this one and did not bring much. One was because of the fighting between monks. If they wanted to use this knife to break the opponent's shield, they would have to project hundreds or thousands of times in a row. And his storage bag could not bring so many things.

Half an hour after Zhang Shiping left, a gray-haired old man with nine layers of Qi training came out. He looked at the direction where Zhang Shiping left in fear. He was afraid that the young man was so fierce that he took down his companion in just a few moves.

He had just tried his best to use the technique of restraining the qi, and then hid it with the advantage of the geography. The old man pulled out the willow knife on his arm, and the blood was bright red. Fortunately, the young man did not feed the poison on the blade, so he took out a long white cloth and wrapped the wound.

The young man's black crystal shield was obviously not an ordinary class, and the long sword in his hand was also sharp and fast, much stronger than his first-level middle-grade copper short spear magic weapon.

The old man looked at the place where blood was still gathered in the small pit and cursed inwardly. It was useless! I don’t know if he was scolding the man in gray or scolding himself, and then drove away in different directions of Zhang Shiping.

This man in gray and the old man were both casual cultivators, and his martial arts and magic weapons were not as good as Zhang Shiping.

For example, Zhang Shiping has few cultivators who have first-level high-level offensive magic weapons and first-level high-level defensive magic weapons in his hands. There will be some disciples of the sect. The family disciples depend on the situation. There are really not many leftover cultivators.

As the time is getting closer and closer to a month, there will be more and more battles between monks. Zhang Shiping kept searching for the next few days. When he is tired, he set up a formation and finds a place to meditate and rest to restore his energy and magic tools.

Zhang Shiping believes that in the middle of the secret realm, the map marks the place where many foundation-building monsters are located. There are three main medicines for the foundation-building pills that have been for hundreds of years, and only spiritual medicines for more than five hundred years can be refined.
Chapter completed!