Chapter 25: Zhang Ji

Most of the monks saw the sloppy old man suddenly chasing him and stopping Feng Kui from going, and their faces changed slightly. It's very complicated. Feng Kui didn't know this. He saw this bad old man in his eyes and thought about how to get rid of him quickly or kill him. This place should not stay for a long time. He estimated how rampant these sea robbers would be once they arrived in Yunzhou, and he did not dare to cross the sea of sinking sand and chase straight to Yunzhou.

The local snake is arrogant and limited to its own territory!

So as long as Feng Kui Shou escapes fast enough, he will always have a chance to escape.

With a sneer, Feng Kui shouted for the first time: "Joke, let you understand, isn't it a sheep and a wolf! When the mutton is in the stomach, will you spit it out?! Since the wolf is ambitious, why don't you show your true face! If you want to grab it, don't do these roundabout tricks.

Feng Kui's first words fell and has already taken action. Zunlong went to sea to make him leave a vague shadow in place. He has rushed out. The burial fairy thorn has been held in his hand to urge him. The lightning and stone fire suddenly approached and came to the old man. The burial fairy thorn shot out, like a line of fire flashing, to the old man's eyebrows. Go, and then waved his free hand repeatedly, and Tianlong Zhenqi couldn't help shooting out, blocking all the directions of the old man's dodging, and it all in one go.

"What's the pain! I have never said a word, but you don't believe it. It is said that borrowing is borrowing, and borrowing and grabbing are different. Young man, Zhang Ji's reputation is excellent. I hope you can consider it! It's good for you." The old man Zhang Ji swung his back, spoke unhurringly and calmly.

Suddenly, he stamped his feet in the air, and the space turned dark, like broken glass, making a crisp sound. Zhang Ji had disappeared, and all the attacks of Feng Kui's head were completely failed. When he appeared again, he was smiling and pinching the funeral thorn of Feng Kui's head. He played carefully and praised it from time to time: "What a delicate technique. I'm afraid few people in Kyushu's world are so proficient in formation now! Not bad..."

Feng Kui was stunned and felt that the burial fairy thorn had completely calmed down and completely alienated his control. Although one of his thoughts was still hovering inside, it still urged him anyway, as if it had been stripped from his body.

"Master!"

Feng Kui's heart skipped a beat, which was very unpleasant.

Zhang Ji thought about the burial fairy and seemed to have lost interest. He grinned and actually raised his hand to stab the funeral fairy back to Feng Kui's head.

Feng Kui was surprised for the first time and quickly put away the burial thorns.

Zhang Ji looked at Feng Kui's head with a surprised face and said, "It's a good thing, but it's not my taste. It's a little sincere, so I'll return it to you. Maybe you should also have a judgment! If I want to grab your empty door, it's easy. And those people have no choice. They want to grab things from me. I'm afraid it's even difficult to find me!"

Feng Kui looked into the distance and saw the following cultivation. Most of them looked bad. They all stared at Zhang Ji. It seemed that as long as he got it, he would give a heavy blow to the thunder and not give him any chance to show the Taoist method of stepping through the space to escape.

Feng Kui's first face was expressionless.

It's really not a good thing to be forced to borrow your sweetheart.

"However, I like to borrow other people's things just to increase my knowledge! All external things are false!" Zhang Ji's eyes flashed, pointed to his forehead and said inexplicably, "Only the things here are real eternity."

"Is it?"

Feng Kui's head was very unprepared. Zhang Ji couldn't beat him, and he would never borrow it if there was no empty door. He wanted to escape, and his escape technique was not as bright as Zhang Ji's. He had already fallen into the quagmire and was trying to find his own turning point.

"Of course!"

Zhang Ji said slightly complacently: "Borrowing classics can be full of experience and surpassing sages, but stepping on the shoulders of predecessors to find another way! Young people, wisdom, change fate!"

It's a profound word, but it sounds quite funny.

Feng Kui's mind wants to change. He speculates that this Zhang Ji is probably the real Xiuzhen thief. As the saying goes, there is also a way to steal. He just steals his essence under the guise of borrowing, steals his essence, and does not love foreign objects. The realm is very smart and quite unique.

After thinking about this, Feng Kui smiled and said, "It's really a thief as usual. As modest as a gentleman, he has got rid of the lower nine streams and entered the superior! If you really dare to guarantee with the head of the item, why can't I borrow your empty door!"

Feng Kui suddenly changed his mind.

Zhang Ji's treasure is a head, which contains all the essences he has "borrowed" in his life. If he dares to guarantee with this, Feng Kui is definitely not afraid of his repentance. When he has reached such a state of thieves, he is no less noble than a gentleman. He is slightly confident in gambling on this one.

"Why don't you dare!"

Zhang Ji replied quickly. Unexpectedly, he raised his hands and dragged his cheeks, and then with a terrible twist, he took off his head and hugged it in front of his chest. He could still spit out a voice and said, "This is my sincerity!"

He threw his head out and fell into the hands of Feng Kui.

He carried Zhang Ji's head and glanced at the headless body in the distance. Feng Kui couldn't help but look at his eyelids. When he really met the monster, he smiled dryly and said, "That's good! The real head..." Feng Kui can feel the operation of the thoughts in this head, which is extremely complicated, which is only he has seen so far.

Zhang Ji's head exhaled a voice and said, "Young man, give me the empty door!" A year later, I should return it. Never break your promise!"

"No hurry!"

Feng Kui smiled and laughed. Fang mentioned Zhang Ji's head and said with some appreciation in front of him: "Anything like trading should be negotiated on terms, and everything is settled before we pay the price to each other. Zhang Ji, you are a little anxious! Sincerity is indeed enough, it is enough. The empty door will be given to you. As for the time, I'm afraid it won't work now. This is a question that can only be debatable!"

Zhang Ji's two white eyebrows on his head were squeezed into a ball and said angrily, "Do you want to repudiate the debt? Since he mentioned my head, he promised to lend me something. If you want to play tricks and do speculative things, I'm afraid you can't help it!"

Zhang Ji smiled gloomyly, obviously very angry with Feng Kui and was about to get angry.

Feng Kui's face darkened and shouted, "Your * is in my hands. How dare you threaten me so? Don't you want to save your head?"

While talking, a masculine fire in Feng Kui's eyes shot out, wrapped Zhang Ji's brain, stopped burning him all the time, and shot a purple light that stimulated the heart demon, making Zhang Ji shout, closed his eyes tightly, and no longer wanted to open it. He roared: "I don't know. The sky is thick!"

Under the shocking gaze of a few people, I only saw Zhang Ji raising his hand, and there was another head in his hand, which was exactly the same as the one trapped by Feng Kui. It slowly rested on his neck, and his flesh and blood were connected and became intact as before.

With this change, Feng Kui's head was even more chaotic and shouted, "Old man, how many heads do you have?"

"There are many!"

Zhang Ji sneered, twisted his neck, made a sound of bone beating, and looked coldly at the wind, like a waist-bowed leopard, and suddenly felt extremely threatening.

"It seems that you lied to me, Zhang Ji!"

Feng Kui's head looked angry and shouted coldly, "You said you wanted to guarantee it with the head of the item, but have you ever fulfilled it? Isn't your head good now? I have to say that you have played a big trick. Now it seems that nothing can be counted!"

Feng Kui suddenly became strong and looked fearless.

"Unreasonally!"

When Zhang Ji heard this, he was furious. His old face was shrouded in gloom. He gritted his teeth and said, "Wait for death! My patience has been exhausted. I want to see that you don't know that I have never done robbery and stealing. At most, there is a certain limit. I treat each other with sincerity. You dare to go back on your own and find faults again and again. No wonder I am going to break the principle. If there is no empty door, I will definitely get it."

"Are you finally going to grab it? I have never followed this kind of thing. No matter what your principles are, there is no difference between grabbing and borrowing what you coveted me!"

Feng Kui's head is also burning in anger. The clay figurine still has three points of earthy nature, and his wind Kui's head is beginning to be completed. He has a demeanor and temperament. Even if he can't beat it, he would rather bend his heart.

"Good! Very good..."

Zhang Ji was so angry that he had nothing to say. He waved out a black iron pen in his hand, stroked in the air, and then poked forward. It seemed simple and unpretentious, but Feng Kui suddenly felt bad. He found that something around him seemed to be suddenly broken, and there was a feeling that there was no place to live. At this moment, he took a few steps back and looked around with caution.

The mind has not yet settled down, and Zhang Ji's figure has appeared in front of him for no reason. The tip of the pen walked, drew a ferocious dead word, and printed it towards the front door of Feng Kui. Not only that, as soon as the dead word came out, the surroundings suddenly became dead, as if falling into a cemetery, the light became pale and lost. Brilliant.

"What is this?"

Feng Kui's head was shocked, and the evil dragon shadow suddenly split into two. He narrowly avoided this blow, and then shot out the Tianlong Zhenqi cannon with color. How could he know that Zhang Ji couldn't help waving his iron pen and pointing, and suddenly came down a pagoda in front of him. Under the bright light, Tianlong Zhenqi bombarded away, which could not be shaken. .

This evil change is really too frightening.

At this time, Feng Kui found that Zhang Ji's other hand was actually holding an ancient book, which was driven by magic and kept turning pages, which was strange.

What is recorded in this book is everything borrowed by Zhang Ji. With an iron pen in his hand, he can exert his power and magic. If you use a world to understand with him and record it in the book, I'm afraid that he can depict a world covering you when facing the enemy, which shows the power of this thief.

The seven-layer octagonal golden pagoda protected Zhang Ji, and the wind was extremely difficult to shake. The onlookers in the distance were stunned, with a shocked look in their eyes, and they lost 90% of their confidence in seizing the empty door.

Compared with Zhang Ji, they are too far away. I'm afraid that if a dead word is drawn, it will be dissipated. What's more, Zhang Ji's other means are simply a broad master. All kinds of means are written in that book, and another iron pen, written incisively and vividly.

Zhang Ji's strength has not been revealed, and few people know that once he took action, he shocked four people.

Feng Kui looked up and found that Zhang Jifu was painting again. It was actually a scene of ten thousand swords flying together. I don't know how many sword arrays were interlocked and vast.

It is pointed out by Wan Jian. But it's just the first one!

"Hum! You can die under the Zongjian array of Taiyimen Town. Be content! What kind of person, what kind of death method! I'll give you a beautiful and vigorous way, and you can close your eyes!"

His white hair fluttered, and Zhang Ji finally showed a mountain-like momentum. Isn't it the old age of his twilight years? It's like a change of a person.