When Zhang Muyang saw the old man's appearance, he knew it was done. He sneered in his heart. The old man pretended to hit him on the head. If he didn't give him some color, he would really think he was invincible in the world.

Seeing the old man's face getting pale and his body getting hunched, Zhang Muyang couldn't help but say, "Why are you pretending to be? Isn't it good to stay in the mountains to practice your way? I have to come out and commit suicide."

Now this old Taoist priest only felt that the flesh and blood in his body was squeezing in. Not to mention that the true qi of decades of hard practice could not be activated, even the innate qi and the power of cultivation that he was most proud of was unable to operate under the pressure of Zhang Muyang. He could only silently endure the pain in his body.

"This... this is the foundation building."

The old Taoist felt the oppression on his body, and seemed to have a clear understanding in his heart. He guessed Zhang Muyang's current state. He devoted himself to practicing Taoism for decades and had been involved in various Taoist books. He understood too much about the gap between the Qi training period and the foundation-building realm. Isn't it good for him to practice Taoism honestly? Why do you have to be greedy for fame and fortune in the world? Now, your life is held in your hands and cannot be independent.

Zhang Muyang looked at the old Taoist with a squinted look. The old Taoist felt that the spiritual pressure on his body was getting heavier and heavier. It seemed that in the next second, he would be scattered and be crushed into a piece of meat paste.

Even ants are alive, let alone people? This old Taoist practiced the Taoist method for nearly a hundred years, and now he has finally achieved some results. How can he bear to die? How can he bear to die in this world? In order to survive, the old Taoist tried his best and finally made a sound of mercy in his throat and begged for mercy: "Senior? Please spare your life."

Hearing the old Taoist begging, everyone present, especially Zhang Tianjie and his son, had their expressions now completely stunned and looked in disbelief.

They had indeed seen the old Taoist priests' magical methods at the beginning. Moreover, after Zhang Mukun became a disciple, he also verified that this old Taoist was indeed a magical figure. Now... he is under Zhang Muyang's hands, so he can't last for a round?

Without even Zhang Muyang taking action, this old Taoist was defeated? Who is this kid Zhang Muyang? Is he still Zhang Muyang?

Zhang Muyang glanced at the old Taoist and thought to himself that although this old Taoist is weak in cultivation, he should be of some use after practicing for decades.

Immediately waved my hand, and the old Taoist felt as if he had been amnesty. He felt that all the pressure on his body had dissipated. The old Taoist, who could no longer hold on, could not care about his old face and fell to the ground with a thud.

After dealing with the old Taoist casually, Zhang Muyang no longer cared about him, turned to look at Zhang Tianjie and his son, and said coldly: "Two, have you figured out why you died?"

"Boy, it's you who deserves to die." Seeing that Zhang Muyang killed the old Taoist casually, the victory was already in control, two people jumped out of Zhang Tianjie.

Good fortune, wealth

They were the dead soldiers raised by Zhang Tianjie, and the two of them were indeed loyal to Zhang Muyang. When the old Taoist knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, they were ready.

They knew that with their little tricks, they were no match for Zhang Muyang at all, so they secretly took pistols and grenades.

No matter how awesome Zhang Muyang is, no matter how powerful Zhang Muyang is, he can still dodge a pistol within such a short distance. Even if he can dodge a pistol, it would be enough to take Zhang Muyang's life with a few grenades in his hand. As for the lives of the two of them, they no longer care about it.
Chapter completed!