Chapter 158: The journey is long and murderous, Zhang Longyi changes.

It seems that they blame Yi Chen for being too ruthless and not giving Zhang Longyi face. Several elders glared at Yi Chen fiercely, snorted coldly, and took Zhang Longyi away with a flick of their sleeves.

The remaining elders looked like they were just watching the show. They glanced at Master Yuanshan calmly with meaningful expressions on their faces.

If there was anyone present who could stop Yi Chen's final attack, it would undoubtedly be Master Yuanshan.

This is a top master at the ninth level of the True Person Realm.

But he didn't.

hey-hey.

The reason behind this is really intriguing.

Master Yuanshan sighed inwardly: "It would be great if Yi Chen accidentally killed Zhang Longyi. Then I can use his head to pave the way for my son to succeed."

"But the ending is not bad. Zhang Longyi is now in disgrace after this battle. If he cannot overcome his inner demons and come out of it, I'm afraid he will have a hard time achieving the realm of a true person."

Yuanshan Zhenren naturally would not express such gloomy thoughts aloud. He looked at Yi Chen deeply and left without saying a word.

The crowd gradually dispersed, Yi Chen strode to Yue Qingzhu with his head held high, spread out his hands, and rubbed his thumb and index finger continuously.

"I, Yichengzi, am here to transfer money." Yi Chen's gestures spoke for themselves.

These five hundred taels were earned with great effort as a companion, and he had to get them, otherwise he would feel itchy all over.

Yi Chen had already made up his mind to run away immediately after taking the money.

A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall. No matter what, he had severely humiliated Zhang Longyi. Looking at the eyes of the elders who helped Zhang Longyi off the stage, Yi Chen knew that he had badly offended people from a certain faction.

He has nothing else to do in Longhu Mountain, so he might as well run away as soon as possible so that they won't get tired of each other.

"Master Yi, are you really not going to reconsider this? Without my mediation, you might really die."

"That guy in Dadu is really not someone you can mess with."

Yue Qingzhu took out a silver note of five hundred taels and handed it to Yi Chen, saying seriously.

Defeating Zhang Longyi with one punch, it was obvious that Yi Chen's strength had been recognized by her, and she was willing to try again.

"Thank you for your kindness, Princess. I am a laid-back person and don't like restrictions. However, we can make a deal if we have a chance in the future. The price is negotiable."

Yi Chen grinned and handed a letter and a small jar of tiger bone wine that he had prepared long ago to Yue Qingzhu.

The letter was prepared in advance to say farewell to Tianshi Zhang Taichu, and the tiger bone wine was a self-sacrifice from the "great philanthropist" Black Wind Mountain Monarch.

"Fellow Daoist Qingzhu, I'd like to trouble you to pass this letter to the Heavenly Master. I have something important to attend to, so I dare not disturb you and will leave the mountain first. This jar of tiger bone wine is a thank you gift to you."

After Yi Chen finished speaking, he put the little cat in his arms, then spread out his feet and disappeared on the horizon.

Longhu Mountain obviously treats him as a tool. Although his fight with Zhang Longyi was chosen by Heavenly Master, there is no guarantee that someone will trip him up from behind.

You know, in the eyes of some people, Jinjiao and Yinjiao are his boys, and the naughty monkey is the monster.

Others will only remember that he brought disgrace to Longhu Mountain, but Zhang Longyi is, after all, a Longhu Mountain member.

Now that the money and goods have been paid, why don’t you run away quickly? Are you waiting for others to realize what’s going on and take action against you?

Yi Chen's movements of rubbing the soles of his feet were extremely skillful. Yue Qingzhutan opened her mouth with a complicated expression. She glanced at the farewell letter that had been prepared long ago, but in the end, she said nothing.

"Good luck, Yoshitari."

With a sigh in his heart, Yue Qingzhu's figure disappeared on the horizon.

He ran all the way until the Longhu Mountain behind him shrank to the size of a soybean. Only then did Yi Chen stop. He turned his head to look at the Longhu Mountain behind him with an indifferent expression.

The hair on the little cat's head was blown a little messy by the strong wind from running, and it didn't understand why Yi Chen was in such a hurry to leave.

I won’t even go to Zhengyang City.

It meowed, looked at Yi Chen's indifferent expression, and sensed that its father was in a low mood.

"Meow, do we look like we're going to run away now?"

"Let's never do this again, okay?"

Yi Chen touched Xiao Miao's head and muttered to himself.

Being used as a tool is a good thing. He gained a lot this time. The reward given by Heavenly Master Zhang Taichu is also fair. He does not blame Longhu Mountain, but only blames himself for not being strong enough.

Longhu Mountain uses him as a whetstone and he uses Longhu Mountain as an ATM. This makes sense.

Yi Chen ran away early for the sake of safety. The moment he agreed to be a knife sharpener for Heavenly Master Zhang Taichu, he thought of today's scene.

Yi Chen was unwilling to do such a low-risk, zero-return job as to gamble his own life on the moral standards of Zhang Long's faction.

"Meow, I think it's still not stable enough. We can't go back the same way. We have to take a detour. You choose whether to go to the left or to the right." After thinking for a while, Yi Chen took out the map and asked Little Meow to make some arrangements.

"Meow~" The little cat pressed the map casually with its paw.

"Left, right? Okay, let's go around for a while."

After looking around and the sky and finding nothing unusual, Yi Chen put on the hooded outfit he got from the Overlord Chicken and started his journey.

Under the silent sky, a small black dot walked alone on the green field and stepped into the invisible future.

The black spot's figure looked a little disheveled, but his spine was still straight, like a long sword piercing the sky.

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…

Tianhong Peak is where Zhang Longyi lives.

In the closed room, Zhang Long faced the wall without saying a word.

Being beaten until he screamed like a woman was embarrassing enough, and later he was scared to the point of peeing his pants. Although others were concerned about his family's influence and did not dare to ridicule him in person, he had already guessed in private how the old rivals he had suppressed in the past would plot against him.

In the blink of an eye, he had already been disgraced.

At the same time, Zhang Huyi's reputation rose rapidly. The two geniuses, Dragon and Tiger, had been famous for many years, but this time, Tiger genius completely overwhelmed Dragon genius.

Such an effect is naturally the result of Yi Chen’s unremitting efforts in the past few days.

Just one sentence, "Fellow Taoist Hu Yi is as powerful as me," is enough to choke those who support Zhang Longyi.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

With a creak, the door suddenly opened, and a thin Taoist with a gaunt face and gray hair strode in.

It was his father, Yuan Hong Zhenren.

“Dad, I…” Zhang Long turned around.

"Pah! " With a crisp sound, Zhang Longyi was slapped to the ground.

For some reason, Zhang Longyi felt much more relaxed after being slapped.

"Do you know why I hit you?" Master Yuan Hong said coldly.

"I lost and brought shame to my father." Zhang Longyi looked gloomy.

"Asshole, what I care about is whether you lost or not. You are far inferior to Zhang Huyi right now."

"What I care about is that you can't afford to lose. My ancestor was also a commoner. He was also humiliated and had to crawl into someone else's crotch in public."

"But our ancestors accepted it calmly, swallowed the insults, and never gave up. They believed that being born in a humble family was not a disgrace, and that being able to bend and stretch is what a real man should do."

"My ancestor later joined Mount Longhu and attained the status of a True Lord. Have you forgotten the family motto of my Zhang family?"

"Now tell me what you want to do." Master Yuan Hong roared with his hair and beard standing upright.

"I want Yichengzi to die!" Zhang Long's eyes were red, like a madman, "Dad, help me!"

Bang! Another big blow hit Zhang Longyi's face. A trace of disappointment flashed in Yuan Hong Zhenren's eyes. Zhang Longyi was his son in his later years, and he was the most talented, so he doted on him, which led to his character.

"Dad, I beg you, as long as you kill Yichengzi, I will agree to anything you ask for." Zhang Long's eyes were bloodshot and he looked like a madman.

"That Yichengzi didn't even return after the fight with you. He just ran away. Do you think others are as stupid as you? Do you think you are a dead person if you think you are a heavenly master?

Yichengzi was chosen by the Heavenly Master. He has an unusual physique and his combat power far exceeds that of ordinary people in the Realm of Immortals. Do you want your father to kill him and then let your father be killed by the Heavenly Master? You are simply stubborn and unyielding." Real Yuan Hong looked at his youngest son with a look of regret.

"Dad, I have inquired about it. I know that the assassin sent by the Yan family in Dadu is in Zhengyang City. Yichengzi carries a spiritual beast with him. I have a spiritual rat, which is a natural species with abnormal spiritual perception. Seven days ago, I sensed that the spiritual beast was quite extraordinary. I tried to buy it from him but was rejected.

But the aura of his spirit beast was remembered by my treasure-hunting rat. He just left not long ago, and I can definitely catch up with him with my alien treasure-hunting rat." Zhang Long's voice was like a cuckoo crying blood, and he kowtowed like pounding garlic, and soon he was bleeding profusely.

For a moment, Master Yuan Hong felt angry and distressed. He knew that his youngest son, of whom he was so proud, had become deeply demoned. If Yichengzi had not died, let alone becoming a True Lord, even achieving the status of a True Lord would have been considered a manifestation of the ancestor's spirit.

He let out a long sigh, and Yuan Hong Zhenren, who had always been strong and domineering but had never used such a sinister means, finally softened his voice. After all, he felt sorry for his son.

"Get up now. This is just the first time. You must hand over the treasure-hunting rat to the two men from the Yan family, and then go to the Yinyu Thunder Realm for retreat. Regardless of success or failure, this matter ends here. No one from Longhu Mountain can interfere any further. Now you can no longer practice the supreme thunder method of Longhu Mountain. You should practice Yin Wu Lei instead."

"Your heart has changed. You no longer have the masculine willpower to dominate others. If you continue to practice the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Method, you will only seek death. Now you can only settle for the next best thing."

"The Yin Wu Lei is the Yin Wu Lei, and the snakes and dragons will eventually turn into dragons. Don't be discouraged."

"My son, take care of yourself. No matter... no matter what, you are my Yuan Hong's son after all."

With a click, the door closed instantly. When Zhang Long raised his head, the room was empty.

For the sake of his beloved son, Yuan Hong Zhenren, who never played any tricks and was extremely domineering, and who would always send a funeral invitation to inform others in advance before killing them, finally compromised.

Zhang Longyi smiled miserably. He opened the window and laughed at the bronze mirror in the room like an owl. His voice was full of resentment and made people shudder.

The sunlight shone in through the window, casting a large shadow behind Zhang Long, and a frightening snake-shaped shadow suddenly appeared on the wall.

"Yichengzi, you have destroyed my path and harmed me to this extent. I will kill you~"

"It's already a bargain for you to die like this." Zhang Longyi said coldly to himself in the mirror.

As soon as he finished speaking, the bronze mirror exploded and scattered all over the ground.

Zhang Longyi resumed his previous gentlemanly demeanor with a faint smile on his face. However, the smile on his face at this time made people feel cold, as if being stared at by a poisonous snake.

Zhang Longyi and Yuan Hong Zhenren laid the groundwork and wrote 190 more words. I am really not water. 　　 　 (End of this chapter)