God-level treasure digging system

Chapter 490 One more

"It seems that if I don't hand over these things today, you probably won't let it go."

Zhang Wei sighed, shook his head and said, "If that's the case, then come."

Everyone looked at the field expectantly, and thought to themselves: "Is the master of horizontal training behind him coming out?"

But to their disappointment, Pan Fan still stood behind, neither humble nor overbearing, he didn't even move his eyes.

They still misunderstood that Pan Fan was the Henglian master that night, but Elder Yao already knew through Liu Shu that the so-called Henglian master was actually Zhang Wei.

Although Elder Yao is a mage at the peak of Taoism, everyone is not optimistic about him. After all, mages are relatively fragile and need a certain distance and time to cast spells.

But now, they were too close to each other before, Pan Fanzhi could make Elder Yao Su helpless with a single jump.

"When Liu Shu said that you were the master of horizontal training, I still didn't believe it. Looking at it now, it's really true."

what!

Everyone just felt as if they were being fed shit at this moment.

Elder Yao actually told them that the 20-year-old young man in front of him is the master of horizontal training.

A group of people felt quite surprised, Rou rubbed his eyes and looked at Zhang Wei, as if wanting to see something different from this young man.

Elder Yao continued to speak.

"However, do you think that I will be afraid of you if you rely on your master of horizontal training? Is it because I am not prepared for the reason why I dare to be here today?"

"Oh?"

Zhang Bi frowned, and looked at the old man, not knowing what cards the other party had.

As soon as Zhang Wei's question arose, he immediately got the answer.

After a while, I heard a thunderous sound from outside, "Brother Yao is talking about me."

"Boom!" "Boom!"

Along with the sound came the sound of huge footsteps on the ground.

I could only hear that every step this person took, it was as if the ground was being pounded fiercely with a sledgehammer of a hundred catties, making a deafening sound.

A group of people looked out the door in amazement, wanting to see how big the person who came in was to make such a sound.

But when this person came into view, they realized that their thoughts were completely wrong.

The person who walked in was not a burly man with a height of several meters and a weight of several hundred catties, but a thin old man with a stature of less than 1.6 meters. It seemed that he could be called a skinny monkey.

The old man's head was bare, with gray and white scars on it, and his face was full of wrinkles.

But in the muscles all over his body, which were poured like molten iron, it seemed that there was a huge explosive power hidden.

Although he is small, he stepped on the ground with one foot, just like a dinosaur in the Jurassic era stepped on the ground. Every step he took, his footprints half a foot deep must be left on the ground.

And behind the old man, followed by a few big men with strong stature and naked eyes.

There is no difference between these big men, they are all huge, with muscles all over their bodies, shirtless in the cold spring, and bald on the top of their heads, with fewer scars on them than the old man.

"The Great Protector of Shaolin Temple, Master Yang!"

Many people with sharp eyes recognized this person and couldn't help exclaiming.

Those who can be honored as masters are either masters of technique, masters of internal strength, or practitioners who have cultivated external skills to the extreme.

Obviously, the old man in front of him is the one who has reached the limit of his external skills.

"Master Yang is the number one master among the Eighteen Bronze Men of Shaolin Temple, and he has come out of the mountain?"

"This kid is dead now. It is rumored that Master Yang is cruel and merciless, and he must take revenge. He probably came to avenge the bald man in the door."

Seeing this, everyone either shook their heads and sighed, or gloated.

A mage at the pinnacle of Taoism, coupled with a Shaolin Temple Henglian master from a famous town, coupled with the active hard skills master brought by him, unless Zhang Wei has the ability to reach the heavens and the earth, otherwise he is considered to be a master of heaven and earth. , It is also difficult to fly with wings.

Ms. Liu Shu shook her head and sighed again, lamenting that a young life, just because of a little bloodiness, has repeatedly missed the good times in life that could have been enjoyed.

"You are Zhang Wei?"

Although Master Yang is short in stature, his voice is like thunder, which makes people's eardrums hurt.

"My disciple, a bald man, died at your hands. I'm afraid you have to give us Shaolin Temple an explanation today."

"What do you want to explain?" Zhang Wei asked with an unchanged expression.

"Pay debts, and kill people!" Master Yang said in a deep voice with a gloomy expression.

"Hehe, is it? I don't care about the others standing here today, just you and your bald disciple. Have your hands been clean since you stepped into the martial arts? If not, why are you licking your skin and living?" Until today?" Zhang Wei sneered.

Although Zhang Wei has never understood these things, how could it be possible to be a lotus flower that emerges from the mud without being stained under such a background?

What's more, didn't Master Yang's fame come from all kinds of fighting, and then he became famous?

Otherwise, the way those masters in Shaolin Temple become famous should all be the same as sweeping monks, except at critical moments, they should be dustier than ordinary people.

"Hey, how can my apprentice of someone Yang be compared to those rubbish." Master Yang first smiled coldly, and then said righteously.

I haha, you have a look on your face.

Zhang Bibai glanced at the so-called Master Yang.

In the final analysis, killing is not worth life and so on, it is all empty talk, it all depends on whether the fist is hard enough and whether it has something to do with oneself.

Zhang Wei paused for a while, and no longer had any good impression of this person's weird logic, and sneered.

"Really, then to me, your apprentice is probably not as good as the rubbish in your eyes, so why should I kill someone?"

"In that case, let's see the real chapter under my hand!"

Master Yang snorted coldly, his face darkened, and he took a few steps back. The clothes on his body moved automatically without wind, showing the demeanor of a master.

I saw Master Yang stopped, using his legs to drive his waist to exert strength, then clenched his fist with his right hand, and violently attacked Zhang Wei.

He is a master of horizontal training, so naturally he doesn't need to talk too much about the rules, he is the biggest advantage in himself.

So the moves he used were unremarkable, but with the power of this punch, it was like a marble dancing a sledgehammer hitting someone. The power was so strong that everyone couldn't help but change their colors slightly.

"Good come!"

Zhang Wei let out a low growl, and saw that he didn't put on airs very much, but just quietly watched Master Yang who was like a spinning top attacking him.

When the distance reached a certain level calculated by himself, Zhang Wei stretched his left foot half a foot away, bent his legs slightly, and at the same time clenched his fists tightly, and punched Master Yang's attacking fist back with his backhand.

Punch for punch!

Hit hard!

"boom!"

A muffled sound came, and Master Yang's voice flew out, smashing seven or eight tables along the way, knocking two or three warriors into serious injuries, before hitting the wall, embedded in the thick wall.

Even though it was the first move, he was defeated, and he was so injured.

But Master Yang didn't have the slightest uncomfortable expression on his face, instead he looked overjoyed, and kept shouting happily.

"Happy, I haven't met a master who can compete with me in strength for a long time. Those inner strength warriors are like slippery loaches. They can't be touched. It's really boring!"

After Master Yang said that, with all his strength, he broke free from the mosaic of the wall, bringing up a burst of white ash.

Many martial artists around, seeing this, scattered in all directions like avoiding snakes and scorpions.

The fight between the two masters of cross-training was too terrifying, one punch and one kick hit each other, and for their bodies, limbs and limbs were easily broken.But they themselves are like a copper pea, which can't be steamed, boiled, hammered or fried, and it's still loud.

"what!"

Seeing Master Yang standing in front of him like a normal person, Zhang Wei was slightly surprised.

Although my fist doesn't say the tenth level of strength, but because I took another golden pill, the current [-]% strength can at least be counted as the previous seven level, even a master like Zhou Bao can blow it up, But this man who looks like a skinny monkey has nothing to do.

Involuntarily, Zhang Wei slightly looked at the old man in front of him.

"Come again!"

After a short pause, Master Yang screamed and rushed over again.

As before, when Zhang Wei saw Master Yang rushing towards him, he was head-on again and punched him.

"boom!"

"Boom!"

"when!"

Like playing baseball, the entire hall was immediately messed up by Master Yang, and countless tables and chairs were smashed to pieces.

The other spectators had their first experience and retreated out of the hall long ago.

After a burst of intense noise, another figure remained on the surrounding walls.

That appearance is impressively the shape of Master Yang.

If you can't do it once, come twice; if you can't do it twice, come three times.

After a while, the imprint of Master Yang's body shape was almost left on the walls of the hall.

"Is that human being?"

All the warriors only felt that their hands and feet were cold.

These two people are like giant beasts in the wild. If they continue to fight like this, the whole house may be demolished.

Master Yang's power is beyond everyone's imagination, and this young man is even more terrifying.

Many people even wondered whether Zhang Wei had stepped into the realm of a real master, otherwise how could even a quasi-master like Master Yang be played by him like this.

"Elder Yao, is this your so-called hole card?"

Once again punching Master Yang back, Zhang Bi's eyes fell on Elder Yao not far away, and said calmly.

Elder Yao is a bold person, he is one of the few who dare to stand in the room.

But when he saw Master Yang, the chief protector of Shaolin Temple, being shot away by Zhang Bi at will like a baseball, although he could still support it, he was obviously beaten to death by Zhang Vike, so he couldn't help but look ugly.

"Hehe, Zhang Wei, don't be too happy."

Elder Yao's face darkened, he gave a cold shout, suddenly looked at a place, and shouted, "Brother Lu, since you're here, if you don't come out at this time, when will you stay?"