"Amitabha." The sloppy monk subconsciously took a few steps back.

It seems that he is afraid that his family will be affected.

"How brave, seeking death!" The man from the East China Sea Dragon Clan was furious, and he raised his hand and punched him.

That punch didn't hit a few of them, but it still made them jump because the momentum was so shocking that it was like a landslide.

The Dragon Clan itself is the most powerful race, and it is that domineering power that makes them turn over rivers and seas.

The five-color brilliance on Wang Zhe's body flashed, and the power of the punch disappeared.

With a casual strike of his sword, a sword beam, which was only three feet at first, instantly turned into a ten-foot-long sword rainbow. With one sword strike, the East China Sea Dragon Tribe man flew away, and his blood spilled in the air.

"That's it? That's it!"

Several people's eyes widened and their mouths grew wide.

This is the Dragon of the East China Sea. It doesn’t look very good. Could it be that the amazing momentum just now was all fake and bluffing?

Or is it that the person who came with them on the boat and sat outside the cabin the whole time has too high a level of cultivation!

After slashing the East China Sea Dragon Clan man away with one sword, Wang Zhe continued to search for ancient books on the bookshelf.

Outside the cave, the dragon man was slashed by a sword and flew several miles away. He was slashed directly into the sea and fell into the sea.

What a powerful sword, simply irresistible.

The man's face was full of horror.

There was a sword mark on his heart, and his robe was dyed red with blood.

Where did this monk come from? With such advanced cultivation, I am afraid he is not inferior to his father!

The dark clouds in the sky did not disperse immediately, and the rain was still falling, but not heavily.

It was much quieter in the cave,

Everyone subconsciously stayed away from Wang Zhe.

"Amitabha." The sloppy monk announced the Buddha's name.

He turned around and started looking for Buddhist scriptures on the bookshelf.

Just like that, there was peace in the cave.

Wang Zhe read one book after another,

Before I knew it, it was getting bright outside.

In one night, Wang Zhe browsed through most of the books in the cave and only found a few books he wanted to read.

I have a certain understanding of history from thousands of years ago and even further back.

This old man is more concerned about cultivation matters, cultivation techniques, alchemy, and weapon refining methods. On the contrary, he is not interested in things like history and geography at all.

In addition, Wang Zhe also found several books on alchemy.

By looking through these records, we can see that the owner of this place, the old man, is quite accomplished in alchemy.

There are several books written by him alone.

And there is another smaller cave beside this cave, which is an alchemy room. There is an alchemy furnace and some gourds in it, but these gourds are empty.

The elixir inside had long been eaten by He Xiaoweng.

After another half day, Wang Zhe browsed through all the books in the cave, picked out a dozen of the ones he wanted, put them away, and then left the cave.

"Leaving?" When the remaining monks saw Wang Zhe leaving, they didn't know what to do for a moment.

The sloppy monk lowered his head in deep thought.

"Master, who is that fellow Taoist?" The monk dressed as a Taoist came to the monk and asked.

"The poor monk does not know the donor."

"Don't know me?"
Chapter completed!