Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 1388 The black dragon kneels down and worships, the secret of the mountain
  After figuring out these problems, Zhang Yanzheng immediately went up the mountain after trying to solve the floc.

But at this moment, those practitioners actually started to use labor as a shield!
  For a time, these immortal cultivators threw their workers at the floc to resist the fierceness of the floc.

"These bastards!"

Upon seeing this, Zhang Yan rushed forward immediately.

I saw that he turned into a cyan figure, with quick eyes and quick hands, and when he was stunned, he saved these workers from the hands of the flocculent things.

Seeing this, those practitioners suddenly frowned!
  "Damn, what are you doing?"

One of the practitioners in purple clothes grabbed Zhang Yan by the collar and was aggressive.

That look in his eyes made him want to eat Zhang Shengshen alive.

"Rescue."

Zhang Yan said two words calmly.

"Rescue people? You are pushing us to a dead end!"

When the man in purple said this, he pointed at the floc.

"Do you know what it is?"

"Mountain spirits and ghosts are nothing to worry about."

Zhang Yan's words immediately made those practitioners dumbfounded.

"You say it's not worth mentioning? Stupid! This fluffy thing is a water demon who has practiced cultivation for thousands of years at the foot of Qiunai Mountain!"

The man in purple wished he could throw Zhang Yan out directly.

While he was talking, the floc was already rushing towards Zhang Yan!
  "You have caused a big disaster! Originally, we wanted to sacrifice these insignificant workers in exchange for its forgiveness, but now, you have taken advantage of the tiger's mouth and made a big mistake, and we will all suffer with you!"

Having said this, he pointed at Zhang Yan's nose and said, "You will take care of the trouble you caused yourself!"

All the practitioners retreated together, completely placing Zhang Yan within the attack range of the floc.

It was too late, but soon, the floc had already wrapped around Zhang Yan like smoke!
  When the practitioners saw this, they immediately knelt down. "This kid seems to be a cultivator too. If you eat him, your cultivation will definitely improve. You can simply let us go. When the time comes, we will definitely bring some more people to honor you!"

The man in purple kept paying homage.

At the right time, the flocs kept circling and entwining, the fishy smell surged, and the smoke and dust agitated.

When everyone looked at it, their faces could not help but look ashen.

When the workers saw this, they were heartbroken. They immediately picked up the stones on the river bank and kept throwing them at the floc!

"This man was targeted by the monster because of us. Let's work together and do our best!"

"Yes, let's fight!"

For a time, large and small stones continued to hit the floc.

However, the place where the floc is located cannot be reached by manpower at all. What's more, how can those practitioners be willing to let these workers mess around?
  "You are seeking death!"

The man in purple waved his hand, and the workers were immediately tied up with a hemp rope.

There were originally several hundred people in their group, but now they were running away and dying. At the moment, there were only twenty or thirty workers, and corpses were scattered all over the ground, which was extremely scary.

The man in purple pulled the rope firmly and was about to sacrifice these useless workers.

But, at this moment, Zhang Yan, who was spotless, actually walked out of the floc.

Seeing this, the practitioners suddenly looked confused and dumbfounded!

"What, how is it possible?"

"Obviously I was entangled by it! How could nothing happen?"

"Impossible! It, when did it become so kind?"

While he was talking, the floc suddenly turned into a black dragon and fell onto the river bed.

(End of this chapter)