Super Student's Three-realms Army

Zhang Xiaofann sneered. His steps were like mirages as he charged forward.    

His body suddenly sank down, and he immediately jumped into the air like a white crane hanging its wings.    

As for the tens of thousands of purplish black threads, they flowed like a raging river under Zhang Xiaofann's feet.    

"Descend —!"    

The silver-haired old man's eyes flashed with a cold light as his hand movements changed.    

"Whoosh!"    

The purplish black threads under Zhang Xiaofann's feet seemed to be responding to his master's summons, as if they were suddenly given life and intelligence.    

It shook its body violently in mid-air and turned into thousands upon thousands of threads.    

In the blink of an eye, it violently charged towards Zhang Xiaofann, who was in mid-air, and strangled him!    

"Boom —!"    

Zhang Xiaofann punched the purplish black silk threads.    

"Whoosh!"    

The purplish black threads seemed to come alive.    

Just as Zhang Xiaofann's fist was about to hit, it coiled around Zhang Xiaofann's arm like a spiritual snake.    

At the same time, the other wrist was also entangled by the purplish black thread!    

"Whoosh …" Whoosh … "Swish …"    

From within the Poisonous Miasma, the silver-haired old man's ear-piercing and strange laughter resounded once again.    

The hand holding the blue and white porcelain bottle loosened, and the porcelain bottle fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.    

At this moment, Gu Mantong, who was crouching behind the old man, seemed to have received some sort of stimulation.    

Suddenly, he threw his head back and roared!    

The silk threads sprayed out from his mouth were like Wanchuan returning to the sea, covering the entire sky.    

In the span of a few breaths.    

Zhang Xiaofann, who was entangled by the thread in mid-air, was tightly tied up like a dumpling.    

"Zhang Xiaofann is already a Five Qi Origin expert at such a young age. What a heroic figure."    

"In the end, didn't it still end up falling into my hands?!"    

As he spoke, the silver-haired old man's hand seals changed.    

The purplish black threads, which were still wandering in the air, also started to move at the same time.    

It directly approached Zhang Xiaofann, who was bound into a dumpling in the middle of the air, causing him to be unable to move at all.    

"It's over —!"    

The corners of the silver-haired old man's lips curled up in a cold smile. He asked, "You got it so easily?"    

"I really don't know when Old Ghost Liu and Tie Ta died at the hands of you, little man."    

"There really is enough trash. I, Lee Guofu, even need to personally act!"    

As he spoke, Lee Guofu walked forward. The depths of his eyes were full of playfulness.    

He walked towards Zhang Xiaofann, who was tied up by his purple and black silk.    

Then, he sneered and said: "No matter what, you are still an orthodox cultivator, the powerful Vital Spirit in your body is my, Gu Manpeng's, best nourishment."    

"The threads from the vengeful spirits of these ancient Mantong children will continue to bind you tightly, until the last bit of the Vital Spirit s in your body are squeezed clean!"    

At this moment, Lee Guofu was like a victor.    

He stood alone on the summit of the mountain with his head lowered as he looked down at the loser at his feet. How lofty was his heart?    

However, Lee Guofu still felt that he had overestimated Zhang Xiaofann …