When everyone saw Zhang Yang coming out, several perfect strong men hurriedly surrounded him, "Sir, are you going to enter the city?"

Several strong men from the extreme west asked with some anticipation that they were very itchy now. How many good things should have been in the martial arts a thousand years ago? If they were lucky, they might have hoped to break through the martial arts.

Zhang Yang nodded and looked at everyone and said, "Be careful, don't be confused, be careful that there are other dangers."

If there are only these puppets in the ruins, Zhang Yang would not be worried, but if there are other dangers, it would be troublesome.

He can protect himself and a few women, but if all these strong men die here, the place in the extreme west will be almost over.

There are fifty or sixty Mingjin strong men gathered here at this moment, almost half of the warriors in the three western provinces. If they all died here, they would not be able to explain to the martial arts world in the future.

Although Zhang Yang didn't care what others thought of him, he was all Chinese warriors after all, and he felt embarrassed to die under his own care.

As for the cultivation of the previous dying, Zhang Yang really didn't take it seriously. These people died when they died, and no one would take their death to heart.

There are millions of martial artists in the martial arts world, and at least ninety-ninety thousand are practicing. Dozens of deaths are not a big deal for anyone.

"yes!"

Everyone responded and were ready to rush in immediately. As long as Zhang Yang cleared these puppets and they rushed in to find the treasure.

Although there are hundreds of houses in the city, they also realized that only the seventy in the inner city are the places where the strong men above Mingjin live. For martial artists who practice martial arts, their status is so low in modern times. Moreover, in ancient times, there may not be any good things.

Zhang Yang looked at everyone without any advice. He didn't care much even if these people were really dead. He warned him before, and it didn't matter whether they listened to them or not.

Zhang Yang walked out of the passage surrounded by mysterious power, and the puppets immediately moved. After a moment, they surrounded Zhang Yang and began to attack with the broom in their hands.

Zhang Yang didn't care, but was still the same old routine. He punched them and collected their power core. After a moment, five or six men in black robe fell down.

Everyone in the passage was overjoyed. Zhang Yang was naturally even more happy. Five or six puppets actually provided him with 30 million points of energy. In addition, the energy of the materials created by these puppets themselves, so many puppets could provide him with at least more than 100 million points of energy.

But now everyone is looking at him, and Zhang Yang is not in a hurry to collect these puppets, but continues to collect their core.

In this way, Zhang Yang punched the left and right, and in less than five minutes, he knocked down all the men in the black robe in front of him.

Zhang Yang ignored the jealousy of those people. He laughed and put all the puppets into the storage ring, then said, "The puppets have been dealt with, there should be many scrapped puppets. Whoever you finds them will belong to them."

Fang Jinyuan said that there were 72 puppets, and Zhang Yang calculated that he had killed about thirty of them, which means that half of them should have been scrapped.

Even if they are scrapped, they actually lack the source of power. The puppets they made with the shixi purple gold are still intact. If these people can find one or two to take them out, it will be a huge gain.

But it depends on the luck of these people. They don’t have storage rings. If they had such a heavy puppet, they would probably have been killed before the desert.

Zhang Yang is not very interested in those puppets. The puppet energy without the power source is only about two or three million per piece. Together, it is about fifty million points of energy. The energy he just collected is nearly two hundred million, so he always has to give others some benefits.

Especially Fang Jinyuan and his men's eyes began to turn red. Zhang Yang suspected that if they didn't let them get a share of the pie, these guys would be able to do something to rob themselves.

Looking at the warriors rushing in, Zhang Yang shook his head, and even a few perfect warriors were no exception, and they hurriedly ran in.

"I remember everything, no force is allowed!" Zhang Yang shouted, regardless of whether they heard it or not, and pulled a few girls to walk towards the tall building in the middle.

Situ Lin, who was standing beside him, also followed him, looking around at the ancient town in front of him with a curious look on his face.

Zhang Yang cursed inwardly, the old ghost of King Qingyi even wanted his disciples for the sake of benefits. If there was any danger now, Situ Lin would definitely be dead end if she practiced her strength.

He didn't know what King Qingyi was thinking. In the eyes of King Qingyi, Zhang Yang was most likely to have a crush on his disciple, otherwise he wouldn't have left his disciple to spend the night together.

Now he is anxious to find treasures, naturally he will not bring any burden. It is safe and convenient to throw it to Zhang Yang. This result is the best choice.

Situ Lin didn't have the intention to find treasures. The purpose of King Qingyi bringing her out was to see the world. In the past two days, she has indeed felt the difference from her previous life.

The biggest difference is that she discovered that the Blood Slaughter King was different from the rumored ones. She was very fun and of course she was very lustful.

Sex is not the impression Zhang Yang brings to her, but the ones said during the chat last night. Zhang Yang is so lustful that she wants to go to bed whenever she sees a girl.

This was also what the girls said on purpose, so that Situ Lin knew that Zhang Yang was not a good person, and staying away from Zhang Yang was the best choice.

Zhang Yang naturally heard it, but he didn't care about this. Although the little girl is pretty, she looks stupid now, and he doesn't have the intention.

If it were before, he would have really wanted to accept it. After all, a cute girl is quite fun, but now he feels that he should calm down.

Now he has many women, and even he feels that there are quite a lot of them, so he can't take care of a few more people at that time.

There is still Zheng Wanrong's trouble at home, and Yu Shumin is about to give birth. Now he wants to send a few guys to Tongtian Pass and then go back to accompany his wife and son.

Sometimes Zhang Yang feels that he is a good man, and that is as good as his family. Those old guys almost never even see their children, go into seclusion all day long, and don’t even marry their wives, and don’t know what the purpose of breaking through to War Spirit is.

As he thought about it, Zhang Yang became distracted, and the little mischievous Situ Lin also bumped into him, rubbed his head and complained: "Why are you blocking my way!"

Zhang Yang gave her a blank look and said angrily: "Go and find the baby, follow me around for no reason!"

The little girl shook her head and looked at Zhang Yang with admiration and said, "The master said that you can have a good baby with you, I can't find it myself."

The girls beside him were amused, and Zhang Yang's face turned darker. That old guy looked good as him.

But what he said was not bad. The residence of the powerful man who entered the saint was right in front of him. If there were really treasures in the ruins, he would have to be here.

Just like the heads of every major force, the real good things are controlled by them. Generally, the magic power has storage rings, let alone the powerful saints.

A thousand years ago was the peak moment of martial arts. There must be many good things in the hands of these strong men, and there are probably more good things in the hands of a large force.

As he walked, Zhang Yang had already heard the surprise of a warrior, and couldn't help but shake his head and smile.

If he had such an opportunity when he was practicing the spirit a few years ago, he would definitely be worse than them. But now even if the expired pills were sent to him, he would not take a look at them.

Generally, Mingjin does not have the means to preserve elixir weapons. Even if those elixirs can be taken, they may not be very effective. However, they are also considered a great thing for these warriors who may not even have seen elixirs.

As for the several perfect powerful men, they had long disappeared. Zhang Yang knew that they must have gone to Huajin's residence.

Storage rings were not valuable thousands of years ago. These storage rings should have storage rings, and there should be many good things.

At that time, I didn’t know what happened to this sect. Anyway, all the strong men seemed to be killed in an instant, and everything was left behind.

Zhang Yang even had several corpses next to the street playing chess. The chessboard was made of jade but was kept intact, but the corpses had long become bones.

Zhang Yang shook his head while walking, sighing: "What a pity, if these people had not encountered disasters back then, martial arts would not have been silent for so long. Maybe it is not necessarily the era of full martial arts."

When these strong men were still alive, many sects directly established the country, and each dynasty had the support of major sects. At that time, the status of warriors was higher than that now.

"That's not necessarily. I think they will die better. Any civilization will face disasters when it reaches its peak. At that time, martial arts had reached a bottleneck. If this continues, it would probably be a major disaster that swept the entire China. Whether the Chinese civilization can exist is still a question." Xia Xinyu smiled faintly, and the words he said made Zhang Yang stunned.

After a long time, Zhang Yang nodded in agreement: "Maybe what you said makes sense, it's a pity that so many strong people have been destroyed in one go. I don't know who or what force did it. This large sect now is just a force, with ten people in the Huajin, one person in the Saint, and nearly a hundred people in the Mingjin. Such strength is enough to subvert the entire China in the martial arts world."

It’s a pity that Zhang Yang is not only doing this. The fall of these powerful people has also caused many things to lose their inheritance, and some of the more precious martial arts secrets have also dissipated with the wind.

Those side doors and left roads that were prevalent a thousand years ago were all destroyed in the wheels of history, which was a huge blow to the martial arts world.

After the Tang and Song dynasties, warriors rarely appeared in various dynasties and generations, and the martial arts forces were also severely damaged. It was not until the Republic of China that some older generation warriors could not bear the humiliation of the barbarian land and stood up to bring martial arts to another peak.

Unfortunately, these were also flashes of time. After the country settled down, swords and guns were put into the warehouse, and warriors were hidden again. If Zhang Yang had not entered the martial arts, he would have never known the existence of warriors for his whole life.
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