However, when Zhang Yang had only one line away from the city gate, a wall of earth quickly condensed in front of Zhang Yang and stopped. (.) Zhang Yang's figure suddenly stopped and left quickly, trying to bypass the wall of earth.

"Zhao Han, stop!"

There was a silent roar behind him, his voice filled with anger.

Hearing this sentence, Zhang Yang looked like Jeremy Lin and accelerated his speed.

But at this time, the water arrow in the woman in a blue shirt had also arrived behind Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang turned around and wanted to resist the fierce water arrow, but can a mortal like him resist the monk's ability?

Before Zhang Yang raised his hand to resist, the water arrow shot Zhang Yang's chest heavily. His body was filled with blood and blood. Zhang Yang's throat was sweet, and he suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood. At the moment of landing, Zhang Yang hurriedly turned around, and rushed to the city gate regardless of the severe pain in his chest.

"Zhao Han! What are you doing?"

"Is this what I'm asking? It's just a person. There's no wind. Why do you stop me from killing him?"

Na Feng and Zhao Han left after arguing and no longer pursued Zhang Yang. Zhang Yang had no time to be distracted and listened carefully. He staggered into the gate of the border city, sat on the ground, and gasped violently. The blood loss made him pale and the pain in his chest almost lost consciousness.

Watching the blood flowing out of his chest, Zhang Yang couldn't help but fill his heart with deep sadness. This is the strong prey of the weak! The weak can only be trampled by the strong!

As my own identity, I can only be a weak person. No, no!

With a flash, Zhang Yang unknowingly covered his hand on his chest, because it was a forced prey for the weak, so he would rather trample on others than be trampled on by others!

Zhang Yang held his body tightly, struggled to stand up, and went to a beautiful hotel called "Ye Chen".

"Boy, have you been bullied?" In the American hotel, Ye Chen'er looked around at Xue Zhangyang, but smiled, not caring about Zhang Yang's scars at all. "Ambergris?" was the stolen?"

Zhang Yang silenced the storage bag inside the dragon saliva fruit on the table, and then walked to the attic without saying a word.

Seeing Zhang Yang leave with a smile, Ye Chenzi was laughing and sighing. He had been paying attention to what happened outside the city, not caring about Zhang Yang, but about...

Boy, don’t blame your husband for not helping you. If you don’t do this, how can you endure the cruelty of future practice with your current heart? Your husband cannot always protect you.

The dust slowly rose, picked up the yellow fruit and walked towards the room, his back was a little dim. (.)

"You can collect the spirit of heaven and earth, this is the accumulation of gas!" In the attic, Zhang Yang closed his eyes, sat down, clasped his hands tightly, muttering to himself. A faint soul hovered around him, but there seemed to be a layer of diaphragm to prevent the soul from entering Zhang Yang's body.

That's because of the lack of "feeling"!

Zhang Yang did not feel the halo around him, so he could not absorb it.

After a long time, Zhang Yang's face gradually pale, bandaged with wounds and blood. The halo quickly disappeared. Zhang Yang opened his eyes when he completely disappeared.

"It still doesn't work." Chang Yang's face was bitter, his eyes were unwilling to be exposed, and his palm fell to the ground, and he whispered: "Why?" Why!"

Can't you be a loser?! Did you come out of Linhai Island just to be a weak person forever?! No, no! He won't!

Close his eyes again, but Zhang Yang did not try to feel the spirit of heaven and earth, but to calm his mind. Now his mood is not stable enough and is not suitable for practice. He can only wait until his mood calms down before he can try again.
Chapter completed!