This is just a boy wearing black coarse cloth clothes. No matter who he looks like, he is no different from ordinary people. At most, he is just a little stronger.

But in Zhang Heyan's eyes, the other party's pair of bright dragon horns was swaying in front of them. It has to be said that they are worthy of being the descendants of the existence of a real dragon. This pair of dragon horns really looks very attractive.

"This dragon horn looks good. If it is cut down, it should be sold for a good price. Maybe it can be exchanged for a small cave world!" Zhang Heyan said, his face full of fun.

The boy had a rebellious expression, "Who are you? You are blocking my way, aren't you afraid of being punished by God?"

Zhang Heyan smiled and said, "If there is really a thunder falling, I will hold you to block the thunder. If not, you can leave the corner on this head for me!"

As he spoke, he had already walked to the boy's side, with his hands on his back, and one hand helped the boy's void, as if touching something.

"Let me go! Believe it or not, I will call my father here, so you will die without a place to die!" It was obviously a rebellious little boy, but his eyes were not only without any fear, but were filled with threats.

Zhang Heyan continued, "You scream! If you have the courage to call people over, why would you appear here and want to secretly leave the city?"

"Don't force me!" The young man's face was obviously not very good. Of course he didn't want to scream. If his father really knew about such behavior, he might...

"So you'd better ask me to cut down your horns. I guess you can sell them for a good price, and maybe you can also compensate the losses of the people in the city!" Zhang Heyan continued.

It was this little guy's casual running that not only caused a huge conflict, but also might cause a great disaster. If he didn't teach this little guy a lesson, he might want to leave.

"What do you want?" After all, he is not a mortal. There is water vapor condensation in his body. In the surrounding environment filled with water vapor, it looks even more violent. A large number of water droplets began to appear next to his body, and some specious water vapor appeared at the same time.

"Li, fire!" Zhang Heyan said casually. This little dragon was only acting on instinct. If it was done, it was really nothing, so it didn't take much effort.

The flame did not appear from him, but slowly condensed and spread in this area like invisible fire. The water vapor that had already been gathered suddenly turned into a ray of white smoke and disappeared.

"Water tornado!" the young man roared, as if such a roar could add some courage to himself, but unfortunately, he still had nothing after he roared.

He seemed to be looking at a monster, looking at the little Taoist priest in front of him with a smile on his lips. The other party was actually not much older than him, but he had such a demeanor and strange way of action.

"Come here!" Zhang Heyan and he were already very close to him. He grabbed the other person's back neck and began to walk directly into the air.

The old Taoist priest also taught him how to fly, but with his current Taoist practice, it was a bit too difficult to simply control the energy. Zhang Heyan did not want to consume himself in this way. He was not particularly rich in magic power, so he threw out the gourd in his arms.

"Rise...Rise!" The little Taoist shouted loudly, and even the thunder in the air seemed to be much stiffer. The gourd, which was originally quite beautiful, rose in the wind at this moment, and soon turned into a huge purple gold gourd.

"Wow!" The boy who was originally held by him also forgot about the situation when he was caught. He lay curiously on the gourd, touched left and right, and looked at it. Although he had an extraordinary family background, he had never sat on such a big gourd.

In the words of the old Taoist priest, the practitioners of this era are really too old-fashioned. They even rarely use weapons, and most of them use various magic tricks.

Even if you fly, you will mostly use swords or boats. As for the Qimen weapons in the mortal world, you never touch them. I don’t know if you are disdainful or not.

So under the guidance of his master, Zhang Heyan also made many strange gadgets for himself. Of course, for their master and apprentice, these things are just gadgets and cannot be regarded as magic weapons.

If the wine pots you drink on weekdays can be called magic weapons, then these things are a little cheap. The only thing in the entire Taoist temple that can be called magic weapons is the sword that the old Taoist priest carried when he went down the mountain himself.

The sword followed the old Taoist priest for decades, and after being nurtured by various economies in the world, it won countless people, accumulated countless years of sharpness, and even killed endless demons and monsters, and then it was truly formed.

The weapons of the ancestors of all dynasties in the Taoist temple are basically behind. In the words of the old Taoist priests, this thing is their Wudang foundation. Zhang Heyan also found his fundamental magic weapon this time when he went down the mountain.

"What a big gourd! Can I give this gourd?" The little boy seemed to have not noticed his situation at all and asked, obviously he was a natural and cute person who was truly pampered and elegant.

Zhang Heyan shook his head, "You can say a few less words. If you say one more word above this thunder, the possibility of us being struck by lightning is greater!"

The thunder in the sky did not decrease because of this, but became more and more dense, and it became more and more frightening. The fear of the person being split just now had not yet dissipated. Everyone felt a little silent at this moment, and they didn't even dare to look into the sky.

It is precisely because of this that a huge gourd flew above their heads, and not many people saw it. Everyone's eyes were focused on the row by the river. The huge golden shield and the clear wind blocked the black thunder.

However, the black dragon had no other movement at this moment. It was staying aside and licking the wound. Thunder had no intention of dissipating. Unfortunately, the side that resisted was retreating layer by layer.

"I didn't expect that there were really immortals in the Qingling Sect by the river?" Some of the people in the city were still talking at the moment. They were blocked at the city gate and could not get out. For a moment, they could only use this method to relieve the depression in their hearts.

"Who said no? After all, it is a big sect with thousands of people! Although there is no name in the world, no one dares to provoke it. It is obvious that some things can be explained!" Some martial arts people also said.

"If I can survive this disaster, I will go to the Qingling Sect to fulfill my wish! It's better for the Taoist priests. At this time, I can think of us ordinary people! Looking at those monks..."

"Amitabha, there are no large Buddhist temples here. I don't want to do anything, so I can't do anything!" Some great monk obviously dissatisfied with his words and walked out of the crowd.

"You monks are useless!" Everyone is in the world, so why are they afraid of each other? The person in the world immediately spoke.
Chapter completed!