The old man was speechless by Zhao Zheng, and he didn't know where to refute Zhao Zheng at all. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info looked at the small Handan City under his feet, and the vast and boundless land. The old man couldn't help but feel a trace of shame.

"Is this the difference in talent between me and him?" The old man thought to himself.

Zhao Zheng didn't know what the old man was thinking, and still said to himself: "Teacher, it is precisely because you are already an immortal cultivator and are used to seeing this vast world that you will pay special attention to the unnatural point in the heaven and earth-Handan City. ”

"Because Zheng'er hadn't seen such a scenery before, the first thing Zheng'er saw was this vast world, not Handan City, which was like an ant between heaven and earth."

The old man in the middle of the hidden carefully recalled what Zhao Zheng said, recalling the situation when he flew off the ground alone and came to this ten thousand feet in the sky. Sure enough, as Zhao Zheng said, what he saw was the sun that seemed to be close at hand, the clouds that seemed to be there, and the boundless heaven and earth.

Alas! The old man sighed in his heart, maybe it was because he became a so-called immortal that he began to involuntarily look down on the group of mortals below, so he would care more about the difference between immortals and mortals.

"Click!" A soft cracking sound sounded in the ears of the old man.

The old man's eyes widened, his eyes full of surprise and joy.

"Is this going to be a baby?" The old man closed his eyes, felt the changes in his body, and thought in surprise.

Zhao Zheng on the side naturally couldn't feel the changes in the old man in the middle hidden, but when he saw the old man standing there with his eyes closed, not moving at all, he still chose to remain silent.

"Looks like the teacher has fallen into an epiphany?" Zhao Zheng blinked his eyes and thought in his heart.

As someone who has read countless novels, Zhao Zheng certainly understands the importance of an epiphany for immortal cultivators. So I obediently stopped the unfinished remarks.

Zhao Zheng didn't know how long he had been waiting in the air, but he could see the sun moving from east to west.

"How long will it take, teacher?" Zhao Zheng rubbed his hands, which had begun to get cold, and he didn't think about it.

It was noon before, the sun was on the head, and with the careful protection of the old man in the middle of the hide, Zhao Zheng didn't feel anything wrong.

Now, the old man in the middle of the hidden heart has an epiphany, and only simple thoughts are left, subconsciously protecting him. In addition, the sun is slanting in the west, and it is no longer as bright as before. Zhao Zheng, who was dressed in summer clothes, gradually felt that the temperature was gradually decreasing.

"This is difficult because Su Shi wrote that the height is unbearable?" Zhao Zheng trembled his lips and complained.

He just wanted to stomp his feet and move to increase the amount of exercise, but he inadvertently saw the clouds floating in front of him, and quickly dispelled such thoughts. Just kidding, if you accidentally fall down, you won't have a place to cry.

Therefore, Zhao Zheng, who was struggling, could only grit his teeth, swing his hands vigorously, and rub it to generate heat.

Finally, after Zhao Zheng blew the wind for a day, the old man Zhongyin opened his eyes again.

The old man looked around slightly, and the sun had almost set, leaving only a little afterglow still shining on the horizon. Zhao Zheng now doesn't even have the strength to move his fingers, so he can only rely on his body's instinct to swing.

The old man looked at the thin body in front of him with a complicated expression, full of self-blame and apology.

Bright photons emanated from the old man, and then as if attracted by a magnet, they quickly rushed towards Zhao Zheng. Then, like a raindrop falling into the water, it ripples and disappears.

Zhao Zheng, who had fallen into a coma, faintly seemed to have small stars lit up in the dim sky in front of him.

The little stars are like the sun, shining on his whole person warmly. The eyes that had just opened a little in a daze turned out to be a drowsy sleep, making Zhao Zheng close his eyes again.

In the sky, the old man in the middle was not in a hurry to take Zhao Zheng back to the ground, but looked at Zhao Zheng so quietly, just as Zhao Zheng looked at him before.

If before, the old man Zhongyin was just optimistic about Zhao Zheng's identity as an emperor star, and he was the new luck of Huaxia for thousands of years, and regarded him as a disciple who could revive Huaxia. So now, the old man in the middle has regarded Zhao Zheng as the second of Lao Tzu, and he has also promoted Zhao Zheng from the status of a disciple to his descendant and nephew.

Zhao Zheng fell into a deep sleep under the warm "starlight", and he still slurped, looking like an innocent child.

The old man looked at Zhao Zheng's appearance and couldn't help but smile. He really couldn't imagine how such a seven-year-old child could understand so many big truths, and how he could think of the new policy that even many famous masters couldn't think of.

The summer nights are not very hot, but they are also slightly cool. But that's just the ground. This is not the case at an altitude of thousands of meters above the ground.

Under the cold moonlight, even the clouds carried a bone-chilling chill.

The old man stood quietly like this, and although the bright spots on his body were not as frequent as they were at the beginning, they would pop up a little from time to time.

Unconsciously, there was a trace of ice slag on the beard and eyebrows of the old man. The clothes on his body, which were not very clean, were also wet by the surrounding clouds, and he looked a little embarrassed.

Outside Handan City, a six-fingered black man riding a fast horse suddenly looked up at the sky.

"Phew!" The six-fingered black man jerked on the reins, and the front legs of the sitting fiery horse neighed in the air.

The six-fingered black man's eyes widened, staring at a corner of the sky in Handan City, full of seriousness.

The horse that sat down seemed to sense the restlessness of its master, and walked back and forth, restlessly.

"Did you break through?" The six-fingered black man muttered.

"Why is it today! Why did you break through when Emperor Star just came to you?! At this moment, the six-fingered black man was like a sitting horse, and he became impatient.

The dozen or so Mo family disciples around him all looked at their giants with inexplicable expressions.

"Do you really want to pass on to him the mantle of your life?" The six-fingered black man has completely ignored his gaffe and is still constantly talking to himself.

"Giant?" A short middle-aged man dressed in bright yellow rode his horse and walked to the side of the six-fingered black man. Strangely, one of the man's arms was not made of flesh and blood, but a mechanical arm made of wood and bronze.

"Master Ban, let's go!" The six-fingered black man said with bitterness in his mouth.

Master Ban looked puzzled, looking at his giant's sad appearance, and wanted to comfort him, he heard the six-fingered black man say again: "It's getting harder and harder to resist Qin, perhaps, Qin's destruction of the Six Kingdoms is not far away......"