Zeng San stopped in the fire, his tone was calm and regretful: "All things are about to go to the sect, and there are many masters in the central central part of the Great Zhou Dynasty. This move is too unwise..."

He could naturally see that Zhang Feng's mansion was at a disadvantage, but the powerful people of the Great Zhou Dynasty were not just Zhang Feng's mansion.

All the Dharmas are about to go to the sect, and there are no less than a hundred people who condense into Dharma images in the central part of the Great Zhou Dynasty!

"It's not that I want to make things difficult for this person. It's really this person who has been chasing me for many years and cannot get rid of it. I can't do it, so I can only 't talk' with him' one game."

After looking at the red-haired Taoist Zhang Feng's mansion in front of him, An Qisheng shook his head slightly: "It's a pity that this person is too competitive and has clearly lost, but he still wants to find someone to turn over the 'table'..."

Twenty years are just a blink of an eye for a practitioner, but for An Qisheng, it is not the case.

In addition to lighting up the various gods on the "True Spirit Position and Karma Map", collecting the "Earth God Origin" and training the disciples, he is to deal with the three-year siege of Master Zhang.

Now, it's the seventh time I've been to my home.

“………Zhang Sizhu.”

Looking at the red-haired Taoist who was silent and as if he was autistic, Zeng San smiled bitterly at the corner of his mouth: "Who is the fellow Taoist..."

Zhang Feng’s mansion is not an ordinary monk.

Before the Prince of Great Zhou made his mark, he was the number one genius of Great Zhou, who had traveled all over the world and competed with the genius of great power.

He once used his Dharma-like cultivation to draw against the powerful Dharma body, and he was a true genius.

But at this moment...

"The old man has asked many times, and I have answered it many times."

An Qisheng raised his hand and a platform rose at Zeng San's feet: "Please sit down, sir, and let's talk about it when the people Zhang Sizhu has invited us."

Zeng San shook his head slightly, but could only sit cross-legged.

Not to mention that his injuries have not been healed, even if he is not injured, he may not be able to intervene. More importantly, Taoist Hongxuan once saved him.

Even if he was sure to take action, he had no intention of taking action.

An Qisheng's tone was as calm as if there was no fluctuation, but the red-haired Taoist, who had been closing his eyes for a long time, trembling with a slightly hoarse voice:

"You know?"

Zhang Fengfu slowly opened his eyes, his expression was complicated and unwilling, and his voice was full of solemn and bitterness: "Since you know, why don't you stop me?"

"Master Zhang, until now, did you think that you have great supernatural powers and found my trace?"

"Um?!"

Zhang Fengfu was shocked and suddenly looked up, but he was facing An Qisheng's endless eyes: "What did you say?!"

An Qisheng didn't answer, and looked down.

He saw a pair of eyes, an extremely powerful will, which was separated from the void in an unknown distance, locking the space he was in.

Buzz ~

The void trembles, and everything shakes.

The boundless Miluo Cave sky was buzzing and trembling, the mountains and rivers inside were shaking, and the plants and trees were shaking.

Yang Jian, the running girl, the little boy holding a cat, the rabbit lying in the distance, and the big flower donkey rushing in the mountains were all shocked.

Some people look left, some look right, some look up, some look back, but no matter where they look, they look.

But they all saw a pair of eyes that looked like a sunny person in the depths of the void.
Chapter completed!