From the early layout to the current strong attack, Zhang San's handling method can be described as an antelope hanging on the horns, leaving no trace.

Not only was his own advantage magnified several times, but even Murong Ke, who had an extraordinary status, was restrained by him for a while, if the half-dead purple-gold marten in his hand was also taken into account.

It can be said that in just a cup of tea, Zhang San suppressed two cultivators of the same level at the same time with his own strength.

Unlike the protagonists of the Tianjiao stream who treat cross-border combat as easy as eating and drinking, in today's world, with such a record, not to mention the novice cultivators who have just entered the realm of natural disasters, even the old-fashioned natural disasters that have been entrenched for many years may not be able to win.

It’s a pity that no matter how strong the force is and how perfect the layout is, it still cannot make up for the inherent disadvantages.

After all, from the beginning to the end, this was a three-on-one siege battle, a reality that no strategy could change.

With one blow, Zhang San cut off King Yu's spear. Just as he was preparing to use the force of the sword to break the opponent's Heavenly Wolf Dharma Image, an inexplicable gravitational force suddenly superimposed on the abyss of hell.

From being completely unaware at the beginning to the swaying blade now, the force is so great that even Zhang San, who has entered the third state of reverse life, can't control it.

Moreover, Zhang San felt vaguely that he seemed to have seen this state somewhere, but at that time he was just a cultivator who had just entered the first-class level, and the one who performed this move was just a skinned monk who was guilty.

"Buddhist secret skill - Dragon sucking water!!"

"Amitabha, the donor is very insightful."

Since joining the Taiping Dao, the monk and Murong Takumi have been partners for a long time, and they can be said to be familiar with each other's methods.

This is the reason why Murong Ke gave the task of cutting the opponent, and it is also the reason why he dared to leave the door wide open when facing Zhang San's blade.

With the purple-gold marten standing by as a constraint, facing the opponent's fierce attack, in just a moment, the advantage that Zhang San had fought for before was completely lost.

If you don't work hard now, there will be no future.

He lowered his body to inhale, twisted his hips to transfer force, and as the ground beneath his feet cracked, Murong Ke, who had been planning for a long time, finally used the power of Dharma to deliver this powerful punch.

He didn't think he was a vindictive person, but the slap in the face from Zhang San was still too fresh in his memory.

Before the fist arrived, the fist wind arose. Whether it was the scorching air or the broken stones around, anything in the path of the fist was turned into powder by the sweeping fist wind.

As the most famous general of the Sixteen Kingdoms, Murong Ke knew very well that perhaps this punch was a little hasty, but it was a carefully crafted method by him. Even if it was the former Wudao Heavenly King - Ran Min, who took this punch head-on, he would probably be seriously injured.

You have to know that was the pinnacle of the past era, and their existence was comparable to that of mortal immortals in terms of human power.

How could a small new natural disaster like Zhang San resist a fist that even King Ran was afraid of? [Spirit Talisman·Tenth-order Magic·Glorious Emerald Body!]

[Talisman·Most powerful magic·High-level physical immunity! ]

Murong Ke's judgment was not wrong. Even if it was Zhang San, suddenly faced with such a method, there was really no other way except to stack shields for himself in order to reduce the impact force.

However, at this critical moment, the appearance of a voice directly broke the current dilemma.

"Hundred Weapons Martial Arts—Shield!"

"Boom~~"

The wind from the fists blew, making the entire battlefield rustle. Except for Zhang San who was protected by the "shield", the lake behind him was already a mess.

The earth collapsed, thunder roared, and the wind howled...

Before this, everything was in line with humans' description of the battlefield. However, until that slightly immature female voice appeared, everything that had happened before seemed like a joke.

The visitor was not tall, he could even be called short, with two childish high buns and a chubby face. Judging from the sugar residue on the corners of his mouth, Murong Ke even suspected that he had just stolen a candied haws not long ago.

No matter how he looked at it, Murong Ke didn't find any problems with the visitor other than the word cute.

But what is undeniable is that this little girl in front of him actually blocked Murong Ke's proud fist without any effort.

Of course, more importantly, she actually possessed the top military skill - the Hundred Weapons Martial Arts! After ruling out the Great Jin White Tiger Commander, Murong Ke also had a lot of doubts about the identity of the visitor.

However, he could wonder, as Zhang San had been with the newcomer day and night for nearly six years, how could he not recognize who she was? But compared to before she left, the change in her image was a bit too big!

【Zhang San: You little rascal, tell me, where did you hide my Yaya? 】

“Ya… Yaya?”

"I'll take care of this foreigner, and I'll leave the foreign evil monk to you. Is that ok?"

Seeing "Ya Ya" with a cold and awe-inspiring expression, Zhang San lost his original judgment for a moment. Could this middle school girl with second-year syndrome be his own sister?

Making trouble!

However, Zhang San could question, but Murong Ke on the opposite side obviously could not stand this insult. After raising the King Yu's Spear again, Murong Ke could not help but shout at the two of them.

"Don't underestimate me! Little girl, if you don't tell me your name quickly, you will be the third person who masters the Hundred Weapons Exercise to die in my hands."

"Oh, that's interesting. Since when did the barbarians dare to set foot on my Central Plains? And the third person died in your hands. I think you daydream too much and your brain is fuzzy."

"Crack~"

Even without looking, Zhang San knew where the gnashing of teeth sound came from.

"Are you crazy? You will know in a moment. Remember, I am Murong Ke, the Prime Minister of the Former Yan State!"

It seemed as if her blood was ignited by the other party's passion. After hearing these words, a trace of reminiscence flashed across "Ya Ya's" originally slightly suppressed red eyes.

After a long silence, "Ya Ya" finally spoke in a slightly lonely tone.

"You can call me 'Yu'. As for my identity, I'm just a loser. It's better not to mention it."

Yu? Is it Guan Yu, who is listed in the 17th history of the 100 generals and is known as the Martial Saint? Or is it Zhou Gongjin, who is famous for his feather fan and silk scarf? With Murong Ke's example and Yaya's special innate ability, Zhang San knew that someone else must be controlling her body at this time.

But no matter which one it is, as long as he can help him delay Murong Ke for a while, Zhang San can deal with the remaining two.

It has to be said that as a time traveler, Zhang San's guess was already very bold, but reality told him that this pattern was ultimately much smaller.