"I'm here. If you have the ability, come and kill me!" Zhan Xinzhi glanced at the embarrassed Yan Ke and Bu Qianxue, his eyes full of gratitude and apology.

"fine!"

Bu Qianxue, "It's okay. However, the one named Nie was hiding deep enough before."

After hearing Zhan Xinzhi's words, Nie Chengfeng sneered coldly, "I want to see, what are your abilities to be so arrogant!"

Wen Quxian took two steps to block Zhan Xinzhi's body, "The new cultivation level is only three levels. If you want to fight, how can I find me, a person of the same level, to accompany you?"

Wen Quxian, put his hand on the hilt of the sword, was about to draw his sword.

"Oh, it turns out that it's because of the large number of people!"

Yan Ke and Bu Qianxue also took a step forward.

"There is also an advantage for many people, so why should I refuse this advantage?" Zhan Xinzhi said indifferently.

However, Nie Chengfeng felt distressed. He had seen this Shura clan known as the strongest blood, so he knew that Wen Quxian was there, so he would be unable to do anything to Zhan Xinzhi.

He and Nie Yunshan snorted coldly and retreated.

Nie Chenfeng left well, and several people thought that the previous incident had not happened, so they started chatting.

Then we went to a tavern to drink and talked to each other.

"Xinzhi, the previous news was quite disturbing, and lightning almost formed a magic circle." Yan Ke said.

Bu Qianxue, Xiaomin, frowned slightly after a mouthful of wine in the glass.

Wen Quxian saw this, "The only characteristic of this wine is that it is very strong and people who don't drink it often are not used to it. I remember that the first time Xinzhi and I drank this wine was a few years ago. I vomited blood when I drank it."

"The origin of the thunder attribute is a foul. Before the sky was thunderous, I was extremely eager for the lightning. But to be honest, after the origin swallowed lightning, my cultivation level rose to the third level."

Yan Ke looked like thinking, "The thunder and lightning on rainy days are too domineering. Can your attribute origin be swallowed directly?"

"Ah, that's it, but I can't be happy."

Zhan Xinzhi sighed and said, "Hey, there are countless strange things that have happened to me. Take my sword soul as an example. Even if you want to break your head, my sword soul is actually an egg."

Speaking of this, Zhanxin Capital wants to hit people.

"Egg!"

The few of them were stunned at the same time. I had never heard of Jianpo being an egg.

"If not, Long Aotian's variable and the beginning of the fuse, I don't need it now. I'm so embarrassed that I was blocked by Nie Chengfeng's garbage. He almost killed me last time."

Several people deeply felt that everything was the beginning of that battle, Zhan Xinzhi's cultivation level fell, and now his cultivation level was much different from his former defeated generals. What a difference? I want to be more than those who have never experienced it, and I cannot empathize with it.

However, even so, it is just Wunian Ancient City.

There are eleven ancient cities in the ancient Tianlong Kingdom, hundreds of new cities, and countless geniuses.

And Zhan Xinzhi is just one of them.

Everyone had infinite emotion about Zhan Xinzhi's experience, but they were powerless. At most, they could only support him when he was powerless.

This is the role of their friends.

As we ate, drank and chatted, we got drunk and cried and laughed, we parted. When we bid farewell, only these people understood the atmosphere.

In the next few days, Zhan Xinzhi stayed at home to practice.

On this day, the sky was clear and sunny and dazzling.

Inside the Zhan Family's ancestral temple, Zhan Xinzhi passed through a quiet path and came to the entrance by the Zhan Family's disciples.

"Zhan Xinzhi, why did you appear here? This is not the place you should come." The disciple who was guarding the gate said firmly.

"I heard that grandpa has come out of seclusion, and I want to see him." Zhan Xinzhi was not angry when he was stopped, and explained the reason.

Another young disciple with a slightly fat body sneered a few times.

"Do you think you were the young master of the past, and you could enter the ancestral temple as soon as you say it?"

The ancestral temple was stirred by the breeze, and a few leaves drifted out and fell down. The two disciples felt that the atmosphere was wrong, and there was a breath on Zhan Xinzhi's body, which made them feel unstable and scared.

Looking at the two, a cold light appeared in Zhan Xinzhi's eyes.

"Ha! You two, who gave you the confidence in the door, dare to talk to me in this tone?"

"Boom boom!"

One person smashed the thick wooden door and flew directly into the ancestral temple. The other person was forced back by Zhan Xinyi's sword. The next second approached, the Yaozhi sword was placed on the disciple's neck and did not dare to move at all.

These two are disciples of the foreign relatives, Lin Feng and Zhou Qing.

The former has a fifth level of swordsmanship, while the latter has a third level of swordsmanship. The man who flew into the ancestral temple, Lin Feng, and the man who was forced by Zhan Xinzhi, Zhou Qing.

"You...you are not already..."

Zhan Xinzhi, "Now the third level of the swordsman, but you are not qualified to fight with me."

This is the gap in strength, and the level is on the one hand, and the sword technique is on the other hand. After all, the sword fu that cannot be learned by any passion.

Therefore, in terms of the limitations of resources, the power of foreign relatives has limited resources, so it is normal for the monks trained to be a little bit miserable.

At this time, an old voice in the ancestral temple said, "Xinzhi, don't make things difficult for them."
Chapter completed!