The dark clouds closed the sky, and the night was like frozen darkness, impenetrable.

And in the dense darkness, there was a cold chill, treacherous and desperate.

There was no light in the city in the darkness, and the whole world seemed to be sunk in eternal night, and all struggles were drowned in cold silence.

This is the forbidden color of the last days.

In the darkness, Zhao Zheng, dressed in dragon-patterned black, carried the same extremely inky ink abyss, rampant on the streets of the city.

The darkness on his body is incompatible with the whole city, there is not a trace of weirdness, it is a kind of wordless domineering.

The body of a young man, the power of the Son of Heaven.

Zhao Zheng's domineering is deeply rooted in his bones.

So much so that the night around him no longer seemed to be treacherous.

Behind Zhao Zheng were Xuandu, Fan Zeng and others.

Everyone has their own unique potential, which is very different from ordinary people.

All of them are outstanding people in the Taiyin Academy.

On the long street, with their strength, as long as they are not surrounded by thousands of ghouls, they can come and go.

And the purpose of their trip this time was to explore the information about the grain per mu given by Wang Tuhe.

In the silent darkness, Fan Zeng followed closely behind Zhao Zheng, and finally couldn't help but ask softly:

"What the hell did he say to you?"

Fan Zeng was curious.

A cripple whose tendons and tendons were all broken, the first thing he did when he woke up was to tell them the news of a thousand catties of grain per mu.

It's unrealistic.

He must have said something else.

Zhao Zheng, who was walking in the front, paused when he heard the sound, and then bowed his head and said:

"Information on the grain of a thousand miles per mu. ”

The words fell, and Zhao Zheng continued to walk forward.

Fan Zeng frowned and said:

"That's the only one?"

Fan Zeng had a hunch that the man had definitely said very important news.

However, no one could force an immortal disciple to say something he didn't want to say, so the most he could do was ask.

He could only hope that the person in front of him would inform him.

Zhao Zheng smiled, he kept looking sideways at Fan Zeng, and waved his big sleeves:

"He also begged me to save someone!"

"Who?"

Fan Zeng's eyes lit up.

"His sister!"

As if feeling Fan Zeng's puzzled eyes, Zhao Zheng continued:

"I didn't say yes, I didn't refuse. ”

Zhao Zheng's footsteps landed on the ground, stepping the gravel on the ground into the dirt with a soft sound.

A roar rang out from the street corner in the distance.

There is no doubt that it is a ghoul.

Zhao Zheng gently pulled out the long sword behind him, his expression indifferent.

But he still remembered what Wang Tuhe had said, to be precise, since Wang Tuhe finished saying that, these words kept appearing in his mind.

The master wanted to accept the apprentice, but his sister refused.

Among these few people, how many are qualified to be favored by his master?

How can a weak person who is in danger of surviving in the last days dare to refuse his master?

Perhaps, his master didn't mind, but he, Zhao Zheng, would never allow it.

In the Qin State, no one can refuse the king of the Qin State, and they can enjoy their old age in peace.

Wu Anjun can't.

As if remembering something, Zhao Zheng suddenly turned his gaze to Xuandu, there seemed to be a deep meaning in his eyes, and finally said a meaningful word.

"Xuandu, in fact, in the eyes of politics, there are more than 3,000 people in the Taiyin Academy, and only you are qualified to be my junior brother. ”

Everyone in the walking Taiyin Academy Palace was stunned, and they didn't know how to talk.

Immortal disciple?

What exactly does this Qin Wangsun want to say?

Could it be that the immortals deliberately wanted to accept Xuandu as a disciple?

Fan Zeng's eyes narrowed.

If it is the identity of an immortal disciple, it is worth fighting for no matter what.

If the Central Plains countries knew the news about the immortal disciples, they would not hesitate to start a war for this.

And all the people in the front row of the Taiyin Academy Palace looked at Xuandu, their eyes full of complicated looks.

They also want to fight.

It is......... This opponent is too strong.

In the entire Taiyin School Palace, I am afraid that only the Qin King Sun Zhao Zheng in front of him can be compared.

As for the others, they have already lost confidence after being suppressed by Xuandu.

There may be suspense for the second student of Taiyin Academy, but first, as long as Xuandu is in one day, no one can fight.

"King Qin Sun Zanmiao!"

Xuandu just bowed lightly, and then pulled out the Tianwen Sword without being humble or arrogant.

There was not a trace of excitement or excitement in his eyes, because he knew that no one could influence the immortal's thoughts.

Even if the person in front of him is his disciple.

"It's here!"

Just when everyone was unsettled, Zhao Zheng raised his head and said softly.

In the distance is a dilapidated supermarket-shaped building, and the words "Seed Station" can be faintly seen on the plaque on it.

And the roar in the distance became more and more noisy.

Fan Zeng frowned when he heard the sound and said:

"Aren't you afraid that his news is fake?"

"So, the messages have to be tried one by one. ”

Zhao Zheng strode forward, but when he took a step, countless dancing black shadows staggered out from the street corner where there was a sound before.

Zhao Zheng, who was dressed in black, didn't look back, he held the Moyuan Sword and walked towards the seed to take you.

"Xuandu, you buy time for me, I'll go inside to find a thousand catties of grain per mu. ”

"Good!"

Xuandu turned around and looked at the group of walking corpses who had lost their minds, and a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes.

He did not spare the slightest hand at the source of this last days.

Xuandu's sleeve robe waved, and the blue sword light of Tianwen Sword surged, illuminating the entire street.

The sharp sword qi directly shattered the ghouls in the front row.

Fan Zeng looked at the long sword in Xuandu's hand, and a trace of envy couldn't help but flash in his eyes.

Whether it is the first Tianwen Sword in Xuandu's hand, or the Moyuan Sword gifted by the immortals in Zhao Zheng's hand, it is the supreme weapon in the world.

What's more, these two divine weapons are too much for the monk.

It's a pity that if you want to have the Tianwen Sword, you must defeat Xuandu, and if you have the Moyuan Sword, you have to become an immortal disciple.

Whether it's the former or the latter, it's harder than the sky.

Fan Zengnian has come to this point, and he also drew his sword.

A crimson sword aura surged.

Outside the seed station, the killing has begun.

And Zhao Zheng, who was dressed in black, had already walked into the seed station at this time, and in the endless fierce fighting outside the station, Zhao Zheng looked at the dilapidated shop in the dark.

There are obvious traces of fierce fighting, and there are even several white bones.

But there were no seeds.

Zhao Zheng walked to the middle of the shop, and picked up the clothes scattered next to the corpses with his long sword, and on top of the clothes, embroidered a blood-colored beast, hideous and terrifying, its mouth opened wide, as if it wanted to devour everything in the world.

"Looks like we're a step too late!"

As soon as Zhao Zheng's long sword turned, the clothes on the blade of the sword were instantly torn.

"Gluttony?"

"Seemingly, I have to meet you. ”