Chapter 4: The Stick is Originally Thick and Long

  Miro Paradise, outside the sky and starry sky, there is a beautiful star emitting silver-white light, Taiyin Star.

  Looking at the seven people, whether they were fleeing in disarray or returning with a full load, Zhang Zilong deeply felt that he had a problem with his education. The people of the Mystic Gate, cultivating their bodies and souls, are originally plundering resources from heaven and earth, pursuing the Great Way, which is an act against heaven.

  Now these seven guys, when they encounter difficulties, the first thing that comes to mind is "the enemy is strong, I'll run away". Relying on their mastery of Zhang Zilong's top-notch Xianmen movement skills, there aren't many powerful beings in the vast wilderness who can catch up to them. Thinking about it, when they go out to rob and plunder in the future and encounter a BOSS, the seven of them will scatter behind him, shouting: "Master (Shifu), we can't beat him, you take care of it!" Then the whole group will be cheering and waving flags from behind while their Master/Shifu takes the lead to confront the BOSS.

  It's so cool! Extremely cool!

  Looking at the seven guys who still didn't know what was wrong with them, with a face of indifference, Zhang Zilong's eyes twitched a few times: "I'm saying, did you guys not think about fighting that wild monkey for a bit before running away?"

  Seven of you look at me, I look at you, with a face full of confusion. Bi Xiao pouted: "What's the big deal? Master, aren't you aware of Quan Sheng's ferocity? Do you want your lovely disciple to return paralyzed?"

  The remaining six people, except for Yun Xiao who seemed to be thinking deeply, were all nodding their heads in agreement with Bi Xiao's statement.

  "Our crown prince sighed towards the sky: 'The master's door is unfortunate…'"

  Chang'e and Xuan Nü, sitting beside each other, gazed at Zhang Zilong's knotted handsome face. Originally one was indifferent and the other icy, they involuntarily revealed a hint of stifled laughter.

  Then, a thick and heart-wrenching roar began to spread from the Guanghan Palace.

  "Alas... Master is indeed right, isn't he teaching us to consider the circumstances? A few hours later, several people finally walked out of Guanghan Palace. Bi Xiao, a young girl, was still dissatisfied and kept muttering to herself."

  Yun Xiao rubbed his sister's hair, looking at her with a smile: "That was when our strength was still very weak, now you and I have already entered the Daluo realm, if we continue to escape, it's likely that the Great Way will be difficult to achieve."

  Hmm, after San Xiao left the Taiyin Star, he didn't return to the Sun Palace, but instead went to the Donghai Ziwu Xian Island, also known as the former Three Immortals Island. In the words of the Crown Prince, now that several people have completed their apprenticeship, it's necessary for them to go down to the mortal world and open a mountain gate for this lineage.

  While Ao Bing and a few others led a portion of the Crown Prince's soldiers to formally take over the security defense of the Hongyuan waters, it can be said that after this escape incident, Zhang Zilong was deeply introspective, realizing that his subordinates and disciples couldn't always live under his wing, they should face challenges on their own. Worth mentioning is that, from who-knows-when, Jingwei, that little lass, had somehow gotten mixed up with Ao Bing, this silver person, and the relationship between the two seemed to be unusually good. Zhang Zilong was practically Jingwei's half-master, and now he would finally have to experience the feeling of sending off his disciple, leaving him with a sense of nostalgia and an eerie feeling that time waits for no one...

  As for that unscrupulous person, the dissatisfied prince decided once again to take matters into his own hands and capture him personally!

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  In the vast and desolate waters of Huai, a man with an unusual appearance was busily tidying up his humble abode. After years of diligent management, everything had been scattered in an instant. Who knows how many times he cursed those robbers in his heart?

  Suddenly, a strong sense of oppression enveloped the surface of the Huai River, and Quan Sheng's powerful divine consciousness clearly felt that the newcomer was many times stronger than him!

  To know, the red-bottomed macaque is most aware of yin and yang, clear about life and death. Wu Zhiji's sharp discovery was that there was originally a very long lifeline, but at one point it was like a small boat in the ocean waves, swaying back and forth, not knowing when it would break!

  "It's a disaster! Monkey Grandpa, I've had bad luck!" With a shocking and thrilling feeling, without thinking or hesitating, he abandoned his messy home and disappeared into the water with a splash.

  "Whoa! This soul is quite fast, your family's young master rarely takes action, if I can't kill you, what face do I have to call myself the Chrysanthemum Young Master!" A figure like a flame suddenly appeared in the sky, seeing that he didn't care about Qing Saint's face at all, and escaped hastily, furiously roaring.

  "You wicked creature, don't think of escaping!" With a slap on the top of the golden pagoda, a boundless golden light poured down.

  In an instant, the entire area of thousands of miles was enveloped in golden light. The turbulent floodwaters seemed to have received some kind of shock and subsided eerily.

  Before long, a small black dot burst out of the water. Looking closely, it was not the ugly fellow who had just escaped, but who else?

  He suddenly pulled out a bronze-colored stick from somewhere and rushed towards Zhang Zilong, shouting loudly.

  "NND, you're jumping around like a monkey!" Seeing the stick transform into countless illusory shadows, carrying the power of a quasi-sage, and smashing over, the prince cursed in annoyance.

  "Boom!"

  "Boom!"

  "Boom!"

  Each attack caused the golden pagoda on Zhang Zilong's head to ripple with waves of golden light. To know that the defensive power of the Golden Pagoda is not much different from that of a top-grade pre-heavenly spiritual treasure, and it can make it unstable, showing how great the power of each stick is.

  But Wu Zhixi saw his own attack being blocked by the opponent's Golden Tower, and he was so angry that he shouted loudly: "Come out if you dare, pretending to be a turtle!"

  As soon as the words fell, a huge gun-shaped shadow swooped across the sky, with a thick and eerie aura surrounding its body, charging towards Wu Tong Xie who was caught off guard. Poor Wu Tong Xie used his body to withstand the black gun shadow.

  "Pffft!"

  His right shoulder was pierced by the divine spear, and a mouthful of vital energy was sprayed out under the severe injury.

  Originally, Zhang Zilong's God-slaying Gun had transformed into a flowing light and was hiding at the horizon, ready to launch a sneak attack at any moment. Meanwhile, Wu Zhichao was swept away by a massive impact force for several thousand meters.

  The body rolled in the water and turned into a monkey with golden armor!

  He caught the falling Demon-slaying Gun and saw its true form, Zhang Zilong exclaimed: "Huh, it's actually a monkey? And it really looks like what Journey to the West said! A hairy face with a thunderous mouth... it's truly artistic!"

  Only to see that monkey struggling to get up, with a furious and ferocious expression on its face, the bronze rod in its hand suddenly stretched out!

  "Clang!" A heavy metallic collision sound, but Zhang Zilong used the Tyrant God Gun to block that rod's strange attack.

  Wu Zhiji's one blow didn't land, and his body involuntarily shook a few times.

  At this time, the prince who had been standing still in his original position finally made a move. As the saying goes, "Take advantage of someone's illness to take their life." The gun in his hand transformed into countless shadows, and the massive killing intent stirred up the heavenly spiritual energy, causing it to become chaotic and disordered.

  "Wah wah wah! Make it thicker!"

  In a state of emergency, the bronze staff in Wu Zixu's hand quickly lengthened and thickened upon hearing this, and in the blink of an eye it became like a heavenly pillar, blocking all the gun shadows.

  Zhang Zilong was shocked: "Wow! Such a long and thick stick! How does this monster resemble that monkey from the future? Or do monkeys just like sticks that are both thick and long..."