Zhang Muyang smiled and did not answer his question positively, but asked: "How did you see that I am from China?"

The old monk smiled and said, "This is not difficult. I visited your country hundreds of years ago. At that time, I was still in the Ming Dynasty. I can't remember the specific emperor's reign. During that time, I traveled to your country, visited several masters from Longhu Mountain in China, and several colleagues from Mount Wutai. I had a lot of fun and I saw their shadows in you."

"You have lived for so long."

"Haha, I just said that the old monk has already reached a thousand years old."

"Then what level are you in now?"

"Is the realm? When I reach my level, who can explain it clearly? Maybe it's a god." The old monk said here, smiling faintly.

However, before his smile could be restrained, he could not help laughing.

"What are you laughing at?"

Zhang Muyang smiled and leaned back and forth, "It's nothing, I just thought of a better life in the future, you continue to say."

Regarding Zhang Muyang's insincere explanation, the old monk paused, with no expression on his face, but continued, "Is there anything you have to do with me now? If you have any need, you can tell me, maybe I can help you."

Zhang Muyang took the teapot from the old monk's hand, poured himself a cup of fragrant tea, and slowly sucked it and said, "Why do I ask for it? Master, can't you see clearly?"

"Haha, it's also the old monk. I'm too concerned about it. Even after a thousand years, my friend, you came to go further. If I guess well, you have reached the foundation building and are ready to reach the realm of Golden Elixir. If I remember correctly, what is the name of your Chinese cultivation world for realm."

Zhang Muyang shrugged and said, "No, you remember it very clearly."

"It's good if you don't have it. You are really amazing. I think my old monk has lived for so long. It's really rare to have a genius like you. Even in the Ming Dynasty, even in those Taoist temples and Buddhist places, I have never seen someone with such qualifications as you. I really love China when I come up."

Zhang Mu** didn't respond to the old monk's flattery, but asked, "There's nothing to do, it's just so annoying. Are you angry?"

"..." You can't talk about this day, so can't you be more modest? Where is the friendship qualities of you Chinese?

The old monk complained to Zhang Muyang in his heart, and still had the indifferent expression on his face, "My friend is really quick to speak."

Zhang Muyang shook his head and said, "I am not only fast, but also slow to act." Before Zhang Muyang finished speaking, his figure shook and a long sword appeared in his hand.

Immortal Sword Three Foot Three, let’s get to know it.

As soon as the fairy sword came out, the old monk's face changed slightly. He avoided Zhang Muyang's thunder sword, floated back a few meters away, and asked anxiously: "Why do you have to suddenly take action, but how did I offend the old monk?"

Zhang Muyang kept his feet, and a sword was approaching the old monk and said, "You are too ugly, which will affect the appearance of the city."

Regarding Zhang Muyang's nonsensical answer, the old monk finally became angry: "Since you want to compete, you are not polite to the old monk."

Seeing the other party taking action, Zhang Muyang said, "That's right. Why should I tell you if I can do it?"

boom!

With a loud bang, the fairy sword in Zhang Muyang's hand collided with the Buddhist beads made by the old monk, and instantly made a roar. Under this huge vibration, the entire hall seemed to tremble.

The old monk said with anger, "Why do you have to kill next time? If you are so blasphemous, then the old monk will not care about the friendship with you China a hundred years ago."

Zhang Muyang vomited a mouthful of old phlegm and said, "You mmp, if you have friendship, you come up and use poison tea to harm me? Do you really think your grandfather is stupid? You have to help me break through. When will you be so helpful? This is inconsistent with the setting God gave you."

Zhang Muyang kept saying it, and he started faster. Sword energy roared out, and the sword slashed at the old monk. And each sword was surprisingly fast. Almost as soon as Zhang Muyang took action, the sword energy had reached the old monk's face.

Seeing that his affairs were exposed, the old monk did not pretend to be polite and compassionate. He grinned. The old monk who had just had such a face was very ghostly and evil and perverted.

"Hehehehe, I originally wanted to make fun of you. Since you are in a hurry to die, don't blame me, kid for your life."

Zhang Muyang flipped over and avoided the old monk's ghost claws and said, "Old monk, do you understand why I just said you destroyed the cityscape? Your mirror looks so ugly that you can do whatever you want, but this is not the ugliest one. The ugliest one is your heart. If you don't believe it, you can dig it out and see it yourself."

The old monk who was already talking nonsense was not angry when he was teasing Zhang Muyang. He grabbed Zhang Muyang repeatedly and said, "Boy with sharp teeth and sharp mouths, just say a few words. When the time comes, you will be the delicious food in my mouth. Before going up the mountain, do you see the thick white bones? Their fate is your future."

"Is it up to you?"

Zhang Muyang's face was full of sarcasm: "You don't want to wait for the poisonous tea to attack in my body, do you think I'll take such a smelly thing? I'll give it to you."

I don’t know when Zhang Muyang had an extra gourd on his hand. All the tea he drank just now was poured from the gourd towards the old monk.

How could this thing be threatening to him? Zhang Muyang poured it out just to mock him in terms of IQ and spirit.

The old monk's face turned even more ferocious at this time. I don't know if it was because of Zhang Muyang's energy or something else. Now his eyes are red, like ghost fire.

"The little devil of China, do you think I only have such a few methods? I just said that I am God, I only dominate everything, and you are just a reptile in front of me."

Zhang Muyang smiled disdainfully: "Are Gods as talkative as you? I've been scolding you for a long time, please give me some reaction." After he said that, he gestured to the back of the long sword and gestured a middle finger.

"Roar! Arrogant!"

After the old monk roared, a palm shadow seemed to fall from the sky in the blink of an eye and pressed straight towards Zhang Muyang.

"This is also interesting."

At the giant palm shadow pressed down from above, Zhang Muyang looked up, and then the sword behind him was stabbed upwards with a sharp stab, and the palm shadow disappeared without a trace.

"It's a pity that it's also garbage."
Chapter completed!