Chapter 200 Mysterious Aura
“Stop!” The fat white man was terrified and flew quickly to Zhang Tie’s side. His body was much larger than a normal person, but in front of Zhang Tie’s Zi Ji Tian Jun, he was like a little bird, very petite.

Zhang Tie stopped punching when he heard the fat white man's roar.

This was not because Zhang Tie was intimidated by the fat white man, but because he discovered that Commander Wang was already dead, killed by his fist!

Zhang Tie realized that Commander Wang was really weak. His previous fearless attitude disappeared immediately, and all that was left was confusion.

Zhang Tie controlled Zi Ji Tian Jun to clench his fist, and a mysterious aura gradually emerged.

He didn't understand how this momentum came about. At that time, he just wanted to try his best to find a way out for himself, and he succeeded!
Is it because of this Zi Ji Tian Jun?

Zi Ji Tian Jun gradually melted, and finally condensed into a drop of transparent water, which flew into Zhang Tie's mouth.

Without the support of Ziji Tianjun, Zhang Tie fell to the dusty ground, and a huge pit appeared where Commander Wang had stood.

This hole was created by the fist of Zi Ji Tian Jun. Zhang Tie felt that if Dandan was just Zi Ji Tian Jun himself, it would not be possible to cause such great damage.

The key point is still the mysterious aura.

He recalled the scene at that time, clenched his fists, veins on his forehead exposed, and he held his breath for a long time without any reaction.

This isn't right, maybe it's something else!
Zhang Tie carefully recalled all the details that happened before, trying to restore all the actions and mental states.

The fat white man walked up to Zhang Tie. He was very happy that Zhang Tie had taken back the terrible giant!

He knew what it was. When he was the leader, he had communicated with that group of warriors. This Zi Ji Tian Jun was their most powerful weapon!
But even that Lu Ziji couldn't do this! How could this be Ziji Tianjun? He was clearly a great cultivator with a strength comparable to that of the late Nascent Soul stage!
The fat white man put away the shock in his mind and said to Zhang Tie, "Li Xuan, fellow Taoist?"

The fat white guy has reached the early stage of Nascent Soul cultivation, and he feels that he should call Zhang Tie Fellow Daoist, or even Senior!

But his generation is a bit old. If he calls Zhang Tie "senior", the entire Tianmo City will become Zhang Tie's junior!
Zhang Tie ignored the fat white man. He was still recalling the details. He wanted to confirm whether it was because of Zi Ji Tian Jun that he used that mysterious aura.

Zhang Tie's aura exploded, his face looked horrible, and he made the same movement as before, with a wisp of black air appearing on his fist.

He swung his fist forward.

The fat white man swallowed back the words on his lips. He wanted to fight again?!
There was no one in front of Zhang Tie, only the huge pit where Commander Wang had been standing.

Could it be that he still holds a grudge against Wang Xiaozi and wants to whip his corpse? But the boy is already ashes, so what is he whipping?
Zhang Tie's punch was filled with hatred and had the same violent momentum as before, but there was no fist wind.

Zhang Tie was unable to use that mysterious aura.

After throwing dozens of punches, Zhang Tie tried to drop his fists on the ground, but there was still no reaction.

He could only sigh. Since his bare hands didn't work, he could only try with the help of Zi Ji Tian Jun.

However, his shoulders were held by the fat white man. He turned to look at the fat white man with confusion in his eyes, "What's the matter?"

The fat white man was very cautious, fearing that he would anger Zhang Tie. "Calm down, fellow Daoist. Wang San is already dead. If you are still angry, I have some cultivation resources here. Take them first and calm down."

He didn't know whether Li Xuan would accept it, but Zhang Tie was very happy to collect the protection fee before. When he put those resources into the storage bag, his smile was almost overflowing!

He should like these cultivation resources! Although Fatty Bai didn't know why such a powerful person would like these ordinary cultivation resources. Zhang Tie looked at the resources in Fatty Bai's hand, and then looked at his face. Fatty Bai was full of sincerity. Zhang Tie was embarrassed to refuse, thinking that there would be time later, and at worst he could continue later.

He remained calm and his hands moved extremely quickly. The fat white man's eyes blurred and the resources in his hands disappeared.

When Zhang Tie saw the resources in the fat white man's hands disappear, he did not show any pain, but was surprised instead.

Then the fat white man opened his mouth and said, "Daoyou, let's forget about this matter today. If you still want to ask for punishment, I can help you."

As he spoke, the fat white man glanced at the pointed chin next to him, which frightened him so much that his body shook like a sieve.

Zhang Tie shook his head. It made no difference whether he dealt with the pointed chin or not. What he had to do now was to try out how that mysterious aura was created.

Zhang Tie refused the fat man and wanted to leave quickly, but the fat man said that Zhang Tie could live here in the future because he was the owner of the camp.

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Zhang Tie moved into the new tent that Fatty White had given him. Besides being slightly larger than Tent No. 18, the tent also had a formation that could isolate the aura.

Zhang Tie liked this formation very much, because it allowed him to experiment with Zi Ji Tian Jun in it without frightening people outside.

For three consecutive days, Zhang Tie had been experimenting with Zi Ji Tian Jun, but to no avail. This kind of mysterious aura could only be generated automatically by Zi Ji Tian Jun.

However, Zhang Tie discovered a pattern. As long as he was determined to fight to the death, he would be able to unleash this mysterious aura.

Zhang Tie plans to give up the matter of aura for the time being. This is not something that can be studied in a short time. Zhang Tie will treat it as a daily practice.

Next, he plans to improve his cultivation, which is his most important task at present.

There are a lot of resources in the camp. Zhang Tie found that even if he followed the normal distribution rules, his resource supply far exceeded his needs.

There was no need for Zhang Tie to deduct money.

However, Commander Wang’s previous method of distribution was very interesting. He divided all the resources of the camp into three parts and seven parts, keeping seven parts for his own use.

He will share the remaining three parts with the entire camp, and he will get the lion's share!

Zhang Tie was very curious why the monks in these camps did not come out to cause trouble!
These people are risking their lives to earn resources. Why don't they resist when Wang San is so stingy?
Zhang Tie couldn't figure it out, but he didn't intend to disrupt this distribution method.

It's not that he is greedy, but he is afraid of disrupting the balance and causing accidents. He now just wants to practice steadily.

"You two, this is the distribution plan. Are there any problems?"

Zhang Tie was sitting in the center of the camp, with two guards standing not far away opposite him. These two guards were the two people brought by the man with the pointed chin.

When they saw that Zhang Tie was still using this distribution method, their previous joy immediately disappeared, and all that was left was the coldness of losing hope.

Their tone became cold. One of the guards with a scar on his face, like a sergeant, cupped his hands and said to Zhang Tie, "Then should we follow the normal procedure for giving the population to the barbarians?"

(End of this chapter)