I am the master of all worlds

Chapter 223 Grandpa Saint, My Calamity Is Endless

Who are Zhang Hexiao?Martial Immortal of the Zhang Family, the dignified fourth Martial Immortal of the Zhang Family, among all the immortals in this world, can be ranked among the top thirty great talents.

Everyone believed in Zhang Hexiao's statement that Zhang Wuyang would experience a lightning strike at the end of this thunder calamity, which was roughly equivalent to a blow from a master of eight hundred orifices.

What was Zhang Wuyang like at this time?Tongmai!

It's still the kind of meridian that hasn't been opened even for a day.

To put it bluntly, it means that there is nothing in the realm of Tongmai, but there is no strength to Tongmai, commonly known as Tongmai goalkeeper.

But what is about to face is a blow from Eight Hundred Orifices Xiao Zhoutian, which is a leapfrog of the same Tianjiao. Whether it is Tianqi or Gu Beiyuan in the field, there are ups and downs in their hearts. At least, they are at Zhang Wuyang's stage. It is really impossible to do this.

Even, when they reached Eighteen Tongmai, facing such an attack, they would be injured next time.

It's just that many years of sect struggle prevented them from expressing their thoughts on their faces.

Boom~~~
Finally, under everyone's gaze, the third Thunder landed.

His complexion remained the same, but Zhang Wuyang remained unmoved.

One punch, without any accident, the thunder scattered, only Zhang Wuyang trembled again on the spot.

This time, Luo Lei's strength was already comparable to the 240-orifice Little Zhou Tian's One Strike.But whether it was Lu Yan who was cheering for Zhang Wuyang, or Ji Mingyang who was worried about Zhang Wuyang's displeasure, and others, none of them changed color or anything else because of this punch.

In the eyes of everyone, it is really normal for this punch to scatter Thunder!

Everything was focused on the last thunderbolt that Zhang Hexiao said.

Only when the enlightenment reaches [-], then will it be the real test.For almost everyone in the Star Origin Realm, the enlightenment of [-] is a heavenly abyss, and if it is over, it will be the arrogance of the present age!If you can't make it through, it's... an ordinary warrior.

Eight hundred orifices, that is the standard for mobilizing all potentials of the human body, not even one less is enough!

The thunder is brewing, and the thunder continues.

In nearly half an hour, Zhang Wuyang received a total of eight thunderbolts, especially the last one, which jumped to the point of 740 of enlightenment.

Time, half an hour passed again, only the ninth arrived at Thunder, and it never fell.

As a spectator, Lu Yan couldn't help it, and asked: "Wu Yang, what's wrong? What happened?"

Standing at the bottom of the pit that had already been blown out of a big hole, Zhang Wuyang looked at Lu Yan in embarrassment, the corner of his mouth twitched, causing some injuries on his body, and he grinned in pain.

These eight thunders are actually not easy. After all, there is a big gap between Xiao Zhoutian and Tongmai itself, and Zhang Wuyang is just a goalkeeper of Tongmai, and Luolei has reached 740 Jiuqiao Xiao when he reaches the eighth. At Zhou Tian's peak level, if he, Young Master Zhang, hadn't been injured...it would be too shocking.

anyway...

Just hurt!
Although not heavy
For about half a minute, Zhang Wuyang seemed to suppress the pain on his body, and then he explained: "Well, everyone, what?"

"Ahem, it seems that my thunder tribulation is over."

"It's over?!"

Everyone froze there, then Qiqi looked at Zhang Hexiao.

After going on for a long time, this martial arts master let go of the vernacular?

"What are you looking at? What's wrong with the 740 Nine-Aperture Small Zhoutian Strike? If you have the ability, you should try it out!" Maybe because of losing face, Zhang Hexiao slapped a sleeve and walked directly into the distance, leaving behind everyone laughing. .

Although it is indeed the same as what Zhang Hexiao said, 740 Jiuqiao Xiao Zhoutian's blow, everyone present, even Tianqi and Gu Beiyuan, can hardly take it at Zhang Wuyang's stage, but... I always feel that it is not as good as imagined. Same, somewhat lost at this time.

The difference between seven hundred and eight hundred is really a bit big, and everyone is watching it with the mood of watching eight hundred orifices fall into thunder.

This is probably the gap... right?

For everyone, Zhang Wuyang was indeed excellent at this time, but he was only slightly better than them, and he would not make people despair.

But Zhang Wuyang only had eight lightning tribulations, but it was reasonable, if Zhang Wuyang really received the ninth thunderbolt with eight hundred orifices today, then the world would probably be really chaotic.

Other holy lands would not allow such a monstrous genius to develop wantonly, and the alien race would never allow such a terrifying human youth to be safe all the way.

In the strange atmosphere, the Zhang family held a big banquet, but Zhang Wuyang was slightly injured, so he didn't attend.

"Brother Xiao Yan, my brother has been dealing with the affairs of the Holy Land for these years, and I know a lot about the world's arrogance, but like my brother, he is only fifteen years old, and he can become a spiritual god, and he is a heretic under his own oppression. It's the first time seeing a young man who is weaker than those who have accumulated six hundred orifices, and it's a big white, a big white!"

"Brother Beiyuan was joking, what am I doing? It's just a matter of fate, brother Beiyuan is the real genius! The talent of a saint is only possessed by my elder brother and sister Tianqi today. It's just the addition of Big Brother Wuyang, a younger brother can walk fast, but it doesn't mean he can walk far!"

"Sister Xueqi, you are only seventeen now, but you have supernatural powers, and you have the accumulation of heretics equivalent to eight hundred orifices. The future is really promising. You will walk around the world in the next year. You must come to me for a walk. I will be with you." Talk about meeting like-minded people.

"Sister invites, Xueqi will definitely come!"

……

At the banquet, there was constant laughter, especially Ji Mingyang, Gu Beiyuan, Lu Yan, and Tianqi who visited Zhang Wuyang to cross the catastrophe this time, and they had a great time talking with everyone in the chat group, feeling that they finally found a confidant .

In the back mountain of Zhang Family's Inner Courtyard, this is the retreat place for saints. At this time, Zhang Wuyang walked in wearing brocade clothes.

Pushing open a rotten wooden door, dead branches and leaves fell to the ground in the yard.

Cross the corridor of the courtyard, and finally walk into a hall, where a middle-aged man who looks only in his forties is playing chess with himself.

"Grandpa Saint."

"Oh, Wuyang is here? Sit down."

Holding the chess piece, the Zhang family sage seemed to be thinking about how to crack his own chess.

Sitting beside the sage, Zhang Wuyang picked up a few scattered chess pieces from the ground on one side, and directly made the decision for his sage grandfather.

For a moment, the saint of the Zhang family stopped thinking, and took the opposite chess piece to kill Zhang Wuyang heartily.

Each other's big dragons were killed several times, but each time they were very resilient, and finally tied again.

Finally, at dusk, Zhang Wuyang narrowly won with the sunspots in his hand, and then dropped the chess pieces in a huff.

Putting down the white piece in his hand happily, the Zhang family sage said: "Stinky boy, you know how to use the first hand to place my second hand, if you have the ability, you can give me a chess piece!"

"If you can grab the first move based on your ability, why should you let it go?"

The chess game between the Zhang family sage and Zhang Wuyang has never been based on who is the black piece and who is the white piece. Every time, no matter what color Zhang Wuyang's pieces are, they always go first, and they don't follow the routine at all.

Angrily glaring at the rascal grandson, the saint of the Zhang family said impatiently: "The catastrophe is over, after all, what's the matter with coming to my place? If you don't stay here all day, you just mess around with me. Can't you learn from that kid Wu Yao?"

"What does he have to learn? Fatty one!" For Zhang Wuyao, Zhang Wuyang expressed deep complaints, but changed the subject and looked serious; "Grandpa Saint, actually..."

"Actually, my catastrophe...has not passed all of it."

"What didn't all get through?"

"Rob."

"what?"

"The robbery is not over yet!"

(End of this chapter)