To be honest, if you hadn't seen Zhang Muyang kill all the people, beat countless opponents, and even kill the Japanese dog's trump card, Hanzo, the gang of samurai, the gang of cute newcomers in the Special Ninth Games, would never have thought that such a person who spoke frivolously, was Zhang Muyang, who was respected and even admired by him.

The old monk Fang Zheng seemed to be accustomed to Zhang Muyang's behavior. After reaching a state of practice, monks often become more casual and self-centered.

He waved his hand and said, "Mr. Zhang, you are joking. Ask a presumptuous question, have you made a breakthrough?"

Zhang Muyang nodded and said, "Did you see it?"

The old monk smiled, "The sky was thundering a few days ago, the old monk, my monk, was trembling." He said humbly, then bowed respectfully to Zhang Muyang and said: "I have met Zhenren Zhang." Only by entering the Jindan realm can you be called a Zhenren. This is a common habit in the world of cultivation. Although Buddhism is not a real name, it is now based on local customs.

Zhang Muyang did not hide, and received his gift. Although he was not a golden elixir, he was better than a golden elixir. After the "Nine Turns of the Profound Art" reached the third level, his combat power was comparable to that of the middle stage of the golden elixir. After his realm was stable, he had the ability to fight against ordinary late stages of the golden elixir. He dared not say that he could win, but the other party would definitely not be able to take his life. Therefore, the old monk's gift was taken for granted. In the world of cultivation, realm represents everything, and strength determines the superiority and inferiority.

"How did you get this time? Didn't you say there is still a secret treasure of ruins?"

The old monk shook his head and said, "It's a small gain. As for that secret treasure, there is no clue yet."

Zhang Muyang touched his chin, and he realized that the reason why Monk Fang Zheng rushed here was probably because he heard that he was besieged and came to help. Although he did not help him, he still had favors.

He said, "Wait a moment, I'll come." After Zhang Muyang left, a group of newbies from the Special Ninth Bureau were only here.

Dare to speak. Although Zhang Muyang had already consciously restrained his spiritual pressure just now, his unintentional suppression of the realm of the Nine Bureaus still suppressed the newbies in the Special Nine Bureau who were in awe of him so hard that they dared not speak.

"Master Fang Zheng, you just said that Mr. Zhang had made a breakthrough, what does it mean?"

Monk Fang Zheng smiled lightly, but did not hide it. Zhang Muyang's ability to break through to the real Jindan realm is a good thing for China, and for them, it is also a goal, so that they can see the direction of moving forward.

"In the future, you must not call him sir. If you want to call him Zhang Zhenren, a golden elixir will be swallowed into the subsum. My life will be from me to heaven. Zhenren Zhang still reaches the realm of the Golden elixir, and his life will last for a thousand years. He is truly the most powerful person in the world." Although Monk Fang Zheng popularized the newcomers of the Special Ninth Bureau, his tone could not hide his envy. No one wants to have the realm of the Golden elixir. Only at this point can he be called to the Tao.

After the old monk finished explaining, the newbies in the Special Ninth Bureau exploded instantly, and they couldn't believe their ears.

In the foundation-building realm, even the top practitioners have made their thoughts. When they think of entering the foundation-building realm, Zhang Muyang still took one step ahead of them, not countless steps, and entered the golden elixir realm. Their admiration and awe of Zhang Muyang is really just like what Stephen Chow said back then, "It's like the water of the Yangtze River surging endlessly, like the Yellow River bursting and uncontrollable."

Thinking about them, they mocked their leader in private, in front of Master Fang Zheng, intentionally or unintentionally, openly or secretly. Now, when they think about it, they feel regretful, ashamed and even scared.

According to rumors, Mr. Zhang has never been a person who can hold a boat in the stomach of the prime minister, but a vengeful person. If he knew what he and his people had privately commented on him.

It feels like it makes people stand without any thoughts. Cough, I feel chilling. He was slapped to death by his old man. No one dares to say anything.

Thinking of this, the most arrogant people who had called before ran to Monk Fangzheng with a dry smile and said with a smile: "Master Fangzheng, please don't do it before..."

Monk Fang Zheng is not a bastard who likes to make small reports, and he is also a real foundation-building monk. He chuckled and waved his hand, "Don't worry, the old monk will not talk too much. Besides, those who don't know are not guilty, and Zhenren Zhang is not a petty person."

With his words, the newbies from the Special Ninth Bureau breathed a sigh of relief. After all, being missed by Zhang Muyang is enough for them to suffer. Now they are still a monk who has entered the Golden Pill. If Zhang Muyang really wants to take revenge, they might as well just wipe their necks and come to them easily, so that they can be less painful.

Just in the 9th Bureau, the newbies were happy to escape the disaster and to see Zhang Muyang beat monks all over the world.

Zhang Muyang was quarreling in the valley, and he didn't look like a master that a real big shot should be. Instead, he was like a profiteer, an unscrupulous businessman, or a robber, a shameless robber.

"How have you thought about it? How do you plan to sell your life?"

Zhang Muyang did not kill all the other cultivators who had just participated in the besieging him and wanted to kill him. He was not afraid of causing any trouble. With what he did now, he didn't care about having more enemies. What's more, he has entered the Golden Pill Realm, and there are a few who are coming to cause trouble for him. The reason why he keeps it was because he wanted to collect the wool and snatch it hard.

Under Zhang Muyang's powerful momentum just now, the remaining monks did not dare to prick at all. After all, the blood in the valley had not yet dried. If this guy really made him unhappy and had a big killing, they would all explain it here.

"Mr. Zhang, I am Park Busheng from the Universe Kingdom. We are sorry for this matter, but you have also seen that we have paid a very heavy price. Please give us your best efforts. We will be grateful in the future."

A monk from the Bangzi Kingdom showed off his official diplomatic vocabulary in front of Zhang Muyang.

Zhang Muyang glanced at the stick and slapped it over.

"Bang!"

The stick fell into a corpse. MMP did he treat himself as a fool? Set up a trap to siege himself. If it succeeds, he will die. Now that they fail, they will not want anything. With a few diplomatic words, they dare to fool themselves. Isn’t this an insult to himself?
Chapter completed!