Lu Zheng felt that he had pretended to be enough today, raised his hand, collected the strange beast, turned around and left. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Behind him, an old man hulala ran over, knelt at his feet, and shouted excitedly: "The peak master should stay! I don't know if the peak master is willing to accept apprentices? The child is fifteen years old, and he is the most talented and intelligent, hard-working, and the peak master accepts him, and he will not lose." ”

As he spoke, a young man with an arrogant expression walked out of the crowd, frowned and bowed his head, did not kneel, only stood, bent down slightly, and spit out a sentence for a long time: "I hope that the peak master will not give up!"

This is also the attitude of asking for help?

Lu Zheng glanced at the crowd, but saw that these people who had been persecuted and enslaved by demon cultivators dared to be angry and did not dare to speak, and looked at the father and son with some resentment and hatred. Lu Zheng remembered what he had heard before, the reason why the demon cultivators in this town have been entrenched for several years is that there is a town mayor who is willing to be a puppet, covering for the outside and fake the tiger to the inside, this town mayor has a son, and he is with him, and the town mayor wanted his son to practice with the demon cultivator, but unfortunately the demon cultivator refused.

Come to think of it, the pair of annoying father and son is talking about the pair in front of them.

Lu Zheng bent the corners of his mouth, and said without a smile: "Xu is the old man looks at it highly, Lu Zheng is only a three-star martial artist, and I am afraid that he will not be able to teach your son." ”

The old man kneeling on the ground was stunned for a moment, then got up, frowned and asked, "You really only have three martial arts stars?"

The contempt in the words really made it difficult for Lu Zheng to ignore it.

The young man who had lowered his head before also looked at Lu Zheng with a disgusted gaze at this time.

"Huh. Lu Zheng sneered, disappreciated, turned around and stepped on the sword and left.

When I came to the summit of Zhengrong Peak, I met an uninvited guest. The uninvited guest was none other than the object of Lu Zheng's first performance at the gate of Xiangyun City, the disciple of the inner gate of the Qiongwu Gate, a shirtless strong man, Zhao Ying.

When Lu Zheng appeared, Zhao Ying was staring at the monster in the clouds with big eyes, his expression changed several times, and he opened his mouth to find fault, but a pair of eyes of the monster in the clouds looked at the idiot, and he was deflated for a moment, and he didn't dare to do anything.

Seeing that Lu Zheng finally appeared, Zhao Ying exhaled, and immediately remembered the perverted behavior that the person in front of him had put into his body, and immediately turned blue and red, wanting to do it, but he didn't dare to do it.

After being silent for a long time, Zhao Ying handed out a simple and simple invitation, and said in a rough voice: "The centennial martial arts feast of the Qiongwu Gate will be held on August 15 after March. ”

Zhao Ying's words were stiff, sounding like rote memorization, and there was not much politeness at all.

Lu Zheng guessed that most of this invitation was a formality, and it was not true, saying that there was an invitation to go and have a look, or he might find that he couldn't even sit at the last seat as soon as he arrived.

Lu Zheng is not blindly arrogant, he knows that his reputation is only spreading in a small area, in fact, he can't get into the eyes of the big sects, and the purpose of his reputation is just to establish a sect and attract more young people to come to apprentice.

Lu Zheng took the invitation casually and pouted, "It's really hard for you." It's just that Lu Zheng still has something to do, so he won't greet you much. Walk slowly, don't send. ”

Zhao Ying was stunned by Lu Zheng's attitude, and intuitively felt that this person was too arrogant, and scolded in his heart: "Take yourself too seriously!"

In previous years, the anti-Cang faction was not qualified to participate in such a martial arts feast. It's just that this year is different, Lu Zheng, the current head of the Reverse Cang Sect, had too much of a fierce reputation for breaking the neck of the Martial Emperor with his bare hands, and Yu Qingdi Tomb and his party had a close relationship with the eldest lady of the Ten Thousand Demon Caves, so out of safety considerations, the Qiongwu Sect reluctantly sent him the most inferior invitation.

And the reason why he didn't call a miscellaneous disciple to run errands was just to take this opportunity to let Zhao Ying come to Zhengrong Peak to take a look and see if the head of this inconspicuous small sect under the Qiongwu Sect had taken refuge in the Demon Dao in the past three years.

Zhao Ying was disdainful in his heart, raised his eyes and glanced at Lu Zheng, and by the way, he looked at his cultivation at the moment, and his face changed in an instant, and his eyes were full of shock. In just three years, this Lu Zheng has actually become an eight-star martial arts sect! His growth speed is unheard of. What's more, he clearly remembered that the other party was a spiritual and martial dual cultivator, but at this moment, he couldn't even detect the other party's spiritual cultivation. To make him believe that Lu Zheng had abandoned his spiritual path cultivation, he didn't believe it at all.

So, this person is deliberately concealing his spiritual cultivation? And this method of concealment is really not bad, what kind of precious spiritual weapon is there to cover?

Facing Zhao Ying's suspicious and inquiring gaze, Lu Zheng was very indifferent, and he only remembered at this time that he had just come down from the mountain and habitually hid his spiritual cultivation, and at this time he must have been seen by the fool on the other side.

But so what?

Lu Zheng didn't think so, and when he saw that the other party was not leaving, he repeated again, saying, "Go slowly, don't send it." ”

Zhao Ying was so angry that his mouth was crooked, and with his personality, he was about to do it immediately. But as soon as he remembered what Lu Zheng could do at the beginning, he felt evil. There was a dull ache in his feet. Zhao Ying almost ran and quickly left Zhengrong Peak.

Lu Zheng pursed his lips, looked at the invitation in his hand, and was thinking about whether to participate.

Although the owner of the post does not attach importance to him, the martial arts feast of the Qiongwu Gate is full of literature and martial arts, and the gathering of heroes is an eye-opening opportunity.

Yun Zhong saw that he was entangled, slapped him on the back of the head, and said: "Cultivators, the most important thing is to avoid procrastination and swaying, you can go if you want, what do you care so much?"

Lu Zheng was stunned, his head was not clear, and he laughed and said, "What the master said is very true. Since the Qiongwu Gate is invited, then I will go, as for whether I sit at the bottom or have a seat, it doesn't matter. If I like it, it is also good to sit on the floor. ”

The strange mouth in the cloud trembled, almost thinking that he had handed over a nervous disorder, look at this fine one!

Since he decided to go, Lu Zheng immediately took care of everything in Zhengrong Peak, and specially watered a bare sand a few more times.

Immediately afterwards, Lu Zheng conveyed his true qi a few more times as usual, but unfortunately the result was still the same, and there was no movement at all.

A year ago, he had a whim to plant the strange seed he got from the ancient tomb of the Blue Emperor, and until now, it has not broken the ground and sprouted.

"Could it be that he is already dead?" Lu Zheng said to himself. But when he thought that when the seed was planted, the green grass around him would wither and die in an instant, and he would never be reborn again, and he immediately felt that the seed was not so easy to rot, and he immediately couldn't help but lose a few more times to the bare ground.

After repeatedly confirming that there was no result, Lu Zheng set off alone.

In the past three years, the monster in the clouds has become more and more fond of seclusion in the mountains, and he has nothing to do at all, and Lu Zheng, a poor apprentice, has long been accustomed to self-reliance.

It's just that the martial arts feast was held after March, and there was plenty of time during the period, so Lu Zheng planned to go down the mountain in advance, travel all the way, and spread his prestige by the way.