Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 1722 Four Nine Heavenly Thunders No Martial Arts
  Zhang Yan is really a good person, and he never only regards it as a tool to become stronger.

But really respect it as a friend.

If Zhang Yan really died in a thunderstorm due to its mistake, the system would feel guilty for the rest of his life.

"If I had known earlier, I would have asked you, Daluo Jinxian, to practice the natal magic weapon. There are many, many people in this ancient land who do not have the natal magic weapon..."

The system's voice was filled with endless guilt and regret.

It's a pity that it is now being watched by Heavenly Dao, and there is really nothing that can be done to help it.

Zhang Yan: "..."

For a moment, Zhang Yan really wanted to lie down and admit it.

In his current state, let alone fifty-four thunderbolts, even nine thunderbolts are enough!

Tianlei took advantage of people's danger this time, how ungrateful he was!
  But tenacity and unyielding will always be the spirit of the flower-growing family. Hard or not, just think of the Red Army’s 25,000 soldiers!
  He can definitely do it!
  He travels through time, brings the system with him, has a golden finger and is the protagonist!
  The law of immortality of the protagonist is there!

He is not yet so majestic and killing everyone!
  He was struck to death by lightning, and he didn't want to be a ghost!
  system:……

The system really wants to tell Zhang Yan that his current predicament is much higher than twenty-five thousand.

And if you die in a thunderstorm, your soul will definitely be gone. How can you be a ghost?

But it wisely kept its mouth shut.

It knew that if it said sarcastic words now, Zhang Yan would probably turn against him immediately and pull him to die together.

"Master..." Zhang Yan shouted towards Yuxu Palace.

"Quick, quick, quick! Give me some more elixirs that can replenish your spiritual power, replenish your spiritual consciousness, or heal your wounds!"

Zhang Yan doesn’t care about face now, his life is at stake!
  Smart people are always adaptable.

"I just hope that thunder can fall later!"

Zhang Yan murmured to himself, holding the silver-white spear in his hand.

Although he hasn't had time to refine it yet.

But the British magic gun was made by him with the fire of his blood, and it was also his blood, so he had already been very close to him.

Moreover, Zhang Yan could clearly feel that there was a faint spirituality in the Karma Spear. If he could survive and cultivate it for a hundred thousand years, he would definitely be able to give birth to a weapon spirit.

"This is a life-and-death moment..."

Zhang Yan gently touched the simple and elegant formations of the Karma Spear.

"We must unite and work together to have a chance of survival."

Fortunately, the system has no eyes, otherwise the white eyes would be rolled to the sky.

Is he really stupid or pretending to be stupid? ! I also hope that the thunder will fall later!
  Don't you know that the longer Jie Yun accumulates power, the more powerful the thunder will be? !
  If Zhang Yan really wanted to save up for a day or two, he would really be dead.

Hearing Zhang Yan's voice, the majestic gate of Yuxu Palace opened with a bang, and a bunch of medicine bottles flew out and hit Zhang Yan in the face.

It's really like what he said, it can replenish consciousness, replenish spiritual power, heal wounds, it has everything.

There is even a Nine-turn Golden Pill.

Yuanshi Tianzun knew that a proud and stubborn person like Zhang Yan would not ask for help unless it was absolutely necessary.

Now that he has spoken, it shows that he is really not sure.

Yuanshi Tianzun let out a long sigh and was ready to take action to get people.

That is a rare and good seedling! But we can’t leave it here.

"Master!"

The moment the door opened, the White Crane boy, who was originally guarding in front of Yuxu Palace but was now shivering under the pressure of the thundercloud, got the strength from nowhere and rushed into Yuxu Palace with a whoosh like a lit firecracker. Void palace.

Now he doesn't care whether it's rude or not.

After all, he has served Yuanshi Tianzun for many years and has the respect of the master.

Yuanshi Tianzun will be angry and punish, but he will never slap him to death.

But if he stayed outside, even if he wasn't struck to death by lightning, he would be frightened to death!

They, the demon beasts who have become spirits, are the most afraid of thunder.

(End of this chapter)