Chapter 35： Gray Man and Silver Star Grass

Zhang Shiping was about to go forward to pick them, but he stopped in his tracks. The purple gold shield on his body immediately protected him, wandering around him, Luo Junjian was in front of him, and his eyes were fixed on the tall and dense thatch near the mound. , take a few steps back.

"Come out, I've seen you." Zhang Shiping shouted, reached out his hand and took out a dozen willow-leaf knives from the storage bag, and tried to shoot towards the nearby grass.

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

"Dang, clang." There were several sounds of metal clashing and clashing in the grass.

Zhang Shiping was startled, the thick soil and purple gold shield blocked a flying ax behind him, Luo Junjian split an oncoming iron rod, the iron rod was split in half by Luo Junjian's sword, but turned into two The roots pierced Zhang Shiping's eyes, and after Zhang Shiping controlled the Luo Jun sword to fly, they merged into one in the distance. A monk who came out of the grass caught the flying ax that was spinning, and the iron rod floated on the ground. around that person.

Zhang Shiping didn't relax his vigilance, whether the other party was one person or several people.

"Little brother, it's rare to see a clever sect disciple like you. He's not as reckless as the first two, otherwise we two brothers would be too boring." Extremely thick, he grinned.

Zhang Shiping didn't intend to quarrel with him, that person's breath is not strong, he has eight levels of qi training, did he deliberately push him up, or did he think he could not beat him?

He still had an accomplice, and when he heard the man say that again, Zhang Shiping paid some attention to his surroundings.

Zhang Shiping took out several talismans and pasted them on his body, instead of directly arousing the Vajra Talisman, he gestured with both hands in front of him, seven or eight fist-sized red fireballs appeared in front of him, Zhang Shiping said a few words lightly, these seven The eight fireballs were divided into left and right, and merged into two fireballs the size of human heads. He immediately pointed forward and said "go", and the fireballs roared.

The fireball flew towards the man in gray, Zhang Shiping's face was a little surprised, because when he cast the fireball and flew over, he had already secretly performed the swamp technique under the man's feet. The land that was originally soft mud was now like water. , the man didn't pay attention, his calf sank directly, the man was surprised, he wanted to rush up, and two fireballs the size of a human head hit him on the head.

His iron rod split into two again and spun, trying to block the two fireballs. Zhang Shiping let out a "drink" and moved his hands forward. Two fireballs the size of a human head were divided into eight small fireballs by Zhang Shiping. One fireball, and the remaining four hit the shield he cast one by one, and the aura became increasingly dimmer.

The man showed a terrified expression. He managed to get out of the range of the swamp spell, and seemed to want to escape.

Zhang Shiping did not stop after releasing the swamp technique and fireball, and took out several wind blade talismans from the storage bag. The man was about to jump out of the range of the swamp spell, but was forced into it by the wind blade again, and the aura shield on his body was covered with blue The wind blade broke through, and the man immediately took out the talisman from the storage bag, and a yellow mask appeared again, and the last wind blade cut the shield in front of his face under the control of Zhang Shiping.

Zhang Shiping hasn't used Luo Junjian until now, just to guard against whether the opponent has any accomplices.

When Zhang Shiping saw the man showing his gap, the idea of ​​cheating flashed through his mind. Zhang Shiping's eyes showed a cold light, and he felt that the opportunity would never come again. For a short moment, he believed that this first-tier top-grade defensive magic weapon, which cost him a lot of spirit stones, could stop the opponent. After all, all the monks who came in were in the Qi training period, and even if the opponent had already completed Qi training, it was impossible for him to do so. Break his shield quickly.

The mana he injected into Luo Junjian increased again, and Luo Junjian flew quickly, and in front of the man's yellow mask, it turned into a huge sword the size of a door panel, and it slashed on top of his head, causing the man's body to fall The waist was pressed into the soft black mud by Zhang Shiping.

The giant sword slashed three times, and the yellow mask left only one head of the man in gray on the ground. The arrogance on his face was gone, and he shouted: "Help, hurry up?"

Zhang Shiping didn't pause, he couldn't hear the other party's shout, so he stopped and looked around like a frightened bird.

Since the other party has an accomplice, he should act more quickly. He cut off his good head with a sword strike, and a fountain of blood several feet high spewed out from the severed artery.

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

He shot no fewer than a hundred lancets from front to back, left to right, **** wide, but only startled wild ducks and birds in the grass.

After waiting for a while, Zhang Shiping was annoyed, he was put in a group, or said that the other party felt that he was not sure and sneaked away first. Zhang Shiping put away the brilliance of the thick soil and purple gold shield beside him, and held it in his hand, but did not put it in the storage bag.

Walking to the place where the gray-clothed man died, there were bloodstains all over the place, and the man had already sunk into the swamp, Zhang Shiping tried to fish it out, but in vain.

Fortunately, there was Silver Star Grass. After he walked over and pulled out those plants, Zhang Shiping also quickly left after seeing that there was still no one there. Although there were only a few rounds of fighting skills, the spirit pressure emitted was not small.

Maybe someone will come, Zhang Shiping left in a hurry, lost several talismans this time, and lost half of the knife he had on his body, but this knife is ordinary wrought iron, which is more expensive for ordinary people, but Zhang Shiping does not lack this , I don’t bring many, one is because of the fighting skills between monks, if you want to use this kind of knife to break the opponent’s shield, you have to shoot hundreds of thousands of projections in a row and his storage Bags can't carry that much stuff either.

Half an hour after Zhang Shiping left, a gray-haired old man with nine levels of qi training came out, and looked in horror at the direction Zhang Shiping left. own companion.

Just now he tried his best to use the Qi Containing Technique, and took advantage of the location to hide. The old man pulled out the willow leaf knife on his arm, the blood was bright red. Fortunately, the young man did not feed poison on the knife edge. He took out a long white cloth and wrapped the wound .

The young man's black crystal shield is not ordinary at first glance, and the long sword in his hand is also sharp and fast, much stronger than his first-rank middle-grade copper short spear magic weapon.

The old man looked at the place where the blood was still gathered into a small pit, and cursed secretly, it's really useless! He didn't know whether he was scolding the man in gray or himself, and then drove away towards Zhang Shiping in different directions.

The gray-clothed man and the old man are both casual practitioners, and their skills and instruments are not comparable to Zhang Shiping.

Like Zhang Shiping, there are not many monks who have a first-tier top-grade offensive magic weapon and a first-tier top-grade defensive magic weapon. There will be some sect disciples, and family disciples depend on the situation. There are really not many casual cultivators left.

As the month approaches, there will be more and more battles between monks. In the next few days, Zhang Shiping also kept searching, and when he was tired, he set up formations, found a place to meditate and rest, and recovered his energy and magical weapons.

Zhang Shiping believed that in the middle of the secret realm, the map marked the place where many foundation-building monsters were located. There were three kinds of foundation-building pills that were hundreds of years old.

Not knowing where and how many people died, Zhang Shiping shook his head, throwing this thought out, how could he have time to pay attention to this.