Zhang Ruochen picked up the magic staff and began to roll up his sleeves, exposing half of his arms.

"My surname is Zhang, what a good surname. My surname is also Zhang... What are you doing... Young man... what are you doing?"

Zhang Ruochen raised the wooden staff of the Divine Envoy and struck it down randomly, making a "bang bang" sound.

"Tomb robbers, right? They came to my house and stole some good things. Take them out, take them all out."

"Ouch, I beat the old man, can someone come and save me, I'm about to be beaten to death... Little brother, I didn't steal anything, nothing... Help, I beat the old man to death..."

The old man got up from the ground and ran away.

A bright light flashed in Zhang Ruochen's eyes, and he felt more and more that this old guy was not simple.

Just now, when he swung the magic stick, he kept increasing his strength. The last swing of the stick was probably enough to kill the semi-saint. However, other than screaming, the old man was not injured at all. Instead, he ran faster than a rabbit.

interesting.

Just when Zhang Ruochen was about to continue to catch up and capture the old man, in the distance, several extremely powerful auras of the holy way came from the forest. There were five or six strong men with cultivation levels exceeding the seven-step holy king realm, heading towards here.
Chapter completed!