"Go on, then! I won't stop you!" He Dazhi looked at the great monk, annoyance in his eyes, then turned to the Ghost King and said.
"Beat him up!" He Dazhi was hoping inwardly that the Ghost King would be unable to stand this great monk's way of talking and teach him a lesson, so they could vent their anger.
"When did you pick up this problem? Weren't you perfectly fine before?" Zhang Xiaofan looked gloomily at the great monk before him.
Killing Monk turned his head to look at him. Zhang Xiaofan thought he was about to say something, but the other man only looked at him, showing no intention of speaking.
Zhang Xiaofan sighed inwardly, shook his head, turned, and walked on.
"It was here!" Killing Monk suddenly said.
"Ah!" After hearing that, the Ghost King and the others all sighed in unison. Talking to this monk really made a person's blood boil!
Zhang Xiaofan merely paused for a moment, then made up his mind not to speak to him again and led the way forward.
The Ghost King and the others saw Zhang Xiaofan pinching a white round stone in his hand and knew it was the White Elixir. As for the poisonous gas Killing Monk had mentioned earlier, they no longer cared and followed behind Zhang Xiaofan, continuing deeper in.
Zhang Xiaofan had been quite cautious at first, but even by the time he saw the second platform, there was still no sign of any poisonous gas. He raised the White Elixir in his hand before his eyes and examined it closely, but saw no change in it at all.
When everyone saw that the White Elixir was still exactly the same, they all turned to glare at Killing Monk.
Killing Monk rubbed his large bald