"It's so full. The restaurant you recommended by Wen Jian is really good." Guo Zirui thought of a pregnant woman who was seven or eight months pregnant and slowly moved out of the restaurant.

The others who were with him were similar to him, that is, Zhang Muyang was a little better, and his stomach was just slightly bulging, but among them, Zhang Muyang ate the most. It was just that his realm reached the level of the Golden Pill and his digestive ability was extremely strong.

Bart nodded repeatedly and said, "I have decided to come and have a tooth sacrifice if I have nothing to do in the future."

Looking at the brothers' expressions of comfortable and happy life, Zhang Muyang chuckled and said nothing. Just as he was having a meal, he slightly looked into the chef's bottom. As a result, although he did not find any shadow of cultivation in him, he also felt another kind of power, a power that does not belong to monks.

This is interesting, but although Zhang Muyang was curious, he did not continue to investigate. After all, everyone has secrets. When the other party did not cause trouble for himself and had any conflicts of interest with him, Zhang Muyang would not do anything casually, and there was no need to make enemies everywhere. His current goal is to wait for the daily life of the small world to open up, and then search for resources to prepare for the breakthrough of "Nine Turns of the Profound Art" to break through the third level.

After parting with his brothers, Zhang Muyang returned home and suddenly felt that he had nothing to do.

After thinking about it carefully, I slapped my forehead suddenly, how could I forget this thing?

Zhang Muyang patted his own universe, and soon a remnant soul floated out of the Qiankun bag. This remnant soul was the remnant soul that came to Zhang Muyang's house to commit suicide a few days ago. She happened to be met by Zhang Muyang who had just returned home. Later, she was trapped in his own Qiankun bag, and then she remembered it.

The remnant soul who was tortured by Zhang Muyang in the Qiankun bag for the past few days did not need Zhang Muyang to speak, but fell to the ground and begged Zhang Muyang.

"Mr. Zhang, I beg you to kill me."

Zhang Muyang raised his eyebrows. He thought it was just a wisp of remnant soul, but he didn't expect that he would have this idea. It was a bit similar to the remnant soul of the monster insect that he had been gathered up by him before, and he actually developed his own consciousness.

"Haha, weren't you very arrogant at the beginning? Why are you trying to die now?"

Seeing Zhang Muyang teasing him, the remnant soul was full of humiliation. He originally wanted to say something, but suddenly his face changed, and a hint of hideousness appeared on his originally chaotic expression.

"You are Zhang Muyang?"

After his face changed a few times, the remnant soul seemed to have changed another person, and his tone was no longer ferocious. Zhang Muyang's soul refining method seemed to have no effect on the other party. It only looked at Zhang Muyang coldly and asked.

Zhang Muyang slowly drank a sip of spiritual tea, nodded and said, "It's your ancestors and me."

The remnant soul was stunned for a moment, ignoring Zhang Muyang's tone, and he said, "Zhang Muyang, this time I failed. You let my remnant soul go, and the grudges between us will be eliminated."

"Puff."

After hearing the other party's words, Zhang Muyang couldn't help but laughed. He smiled and said, "Sun Thief, who gave me the courage to talk to me like this and come to my house to find trouble. After that, he wanted to leave. Why would he say something else to write it off? I really admire your courage and imagination."

Regarding Zhang Muyang's insult and mocking, Canhun said coldly: "Zhang Muyang, I know you are powerful, but there are still some people and forces in this world that you cannot afford to provoke. I am giving you a piece of advice."

"advice?"

The fart advice, Zhang Muyang suddenly clenched the remnant soul out of thin air, and said, "I'll give you a piece of advice now. You have successfully offended your ancestors. Hurry up and dig a hole and buy a coffin, otherwise everything will be too late when you die."

"Haha, Zhang Muyang, I know that you are very capable, but I advise you not to be so arrogant, otherwise the disaster will come to your door."

Zhang Muyang kneaded the other party's remnant soul in his hand and said, "Do you know my surname is Zhang? The arrogant Zhang, I had forgotten you, but now you reminded me again that it was time to ask you for interest." After that, Zhang Muyang used force to slam the remnant soul in his hand.

Then Zhang Muyang's cold eyes flashed. He originally wanted to salt fish for a while, but now it seems that some things still have to be done.

After pondering for a while, Zhang Muyang called Wu Te and asked, "After this incident, have those forces that have attacked the Zhang family cleared up?"

Wu Di nodded and said, "In terms of business, it has always been hosted by Zhang's hometown. Those monks in the martial arts world who took advantage of the situation have been killed one by one."

Zhang Muyang nodded slightly. They did a good job in this matter, just to fight against blood. He said, "Thank you for your hard work during this period. Wu Te, I'll ask you, are you willing to practice?"

Wu Te was stunned when he heard this. Why didn't he think about it? After seeing the power of the monk, he had already had a desire, but Zhang Muyang didn't speak, and he wouldn't talk too much without authorization. With his qualifications, he basically gave up this thought, but Zhang Muyang would suddenly propose it today.

Zhang Muyang didn't wait for his answer, and he knew when he saw his appearance: "In recent years, you have followed me, worked hard and made great contributions and were loyal. According to the truth, you should have led you on this path long ago, but if you are not qualified, if you force yourself to practice, you may have wasted your life in vain. Fortunately, in recent years, your diligent practice, coupled with the nourishment of spiritual energy and elixirs at home, can be regarded as cultivating some spiritual roots. Even if you can't become a great monk, you can still practice hard. I have a skill here, you can take it." As he said that, Zhang Muyang stretched out his palm and pressed it on his body.

In an instant, Wu Te felt a heat in his body that seemed to be something more. Then another severe pain washed over his body. If it weren't for his will, he would have already exhaled in pain, so soft that it was on the ground.

A quarter of an hour later, Zhang Muyang withdrew his palm.

At this time, Wu Te's whole body was wet with sweat, and at the same time, it emitted a stinking smell, and his skin was covered with black mud. However, Wu Te found that he had never felt so comfortable all over his body. It seemed that all the hidden injuries he had received had been repaired.

Zhang Muyang said: "With your qualifications, you cannot practice your skills. Now you can only use this method of tricks. I don't know how far you can go in the future. It depends on your luck and opportunity."

Wu Te endured the severe pain in his body and bowed deeply to Zhang Muyang and said, "Thank you, boss, Wu Te..." Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Zhang Muyang.

"Okay, don't talk about the drama. Take this Qiankun bag, which contains the martial arts you will practice in the future, as well as some spiritual medicines and magic weapons." After that, Zhang Muyang gently pushed out a palm and sent Wu Te out.
Chapter completed!