People are different.

The most different thing is the pursuit.

Some people are worried, some people are misanthropic about the world, some people are happy about their lives, some people are indulgent, and some people are cynical......

Zhao Peng is detached from the outside, and he is different from these people.

He doesn't worry because he knows it's useless. He will not be misanthropic with the world, what a joyful thing it is to be a human being, how can he be misanthropic with the world? As for Lotte An's life, Zhao Peng can't do it, he knows that there are many disturbances in this world, some things are inevitable, and some things can't be avoided.

Cultivating martial arts and making himself stronger and stronger, for Zhao Peng, in the final analysis, it is just to establish a life.

"If I am a strong man, how can Luo'er let the void nine thousand take it away?"

Zhao Peng felt the strong martial arts momentum on his body, and there was a hint of joy in his eyes.

He seldom rejoices.

It's also rare to be happy.

The warrior monk tower is located in the south of the Tang Imperial Capital, a few miles away from the city gate.

The sun is shining brightly in spring, but it doesn't feel stuffy.

The warm breeze blows from all directions.

Zhao Peng walked out of the warrior monk's tower, and the monk immortalized followed him.

Guanlan and Huayin have been waiting outside the warrior monk tower for a long time.

"The lord is a little different. ”

Guanlan groaned, glanced at Huayin, and saw the shock in each other's eyes.

Of course it's different.

Xuanmen Grandmaster, and Xuanmen Grand Master, can they be the same?

"Congratulations, my lord!"

Guanlan hurriedly bowed his hand, Zhao Peng nodded, but did not answer.

Huayin stood aside, staring at Zhao Peng, his eyes flickering, he didn't know what he was thinking in his heart, but there was a heartfelt joy and hope that appeared in Huayin's eyes.

Huayin's attitude surprised Zhao Peng. According to common sense, although Huayin wants to be Zhao Peng's entourage, no one should be willing to surrender to others to sit down, and freedom should be something that everyone strives to pursue. Huayin should have sought and sought Zhao Peng, so he was willing to be an entourage...... Once Huayin has achieved her goal, she may be gone.

Just because, this kind of master-servant covenant has no constraints, once Huayin escapes and flies away, so what?

This matter happened to be the reason why Zhao Peng was unwilling to be a newcomer Huayin.

If Zhao Peng's martial arts strength far surpasses Huayin, he can suppress Huayin in all aspects, and Huayin may not be able to break free from Zhao Peng's control.

But Huayin's martial arts strength is above Zhao Peng.

From this point of view, once Zhao Peng's strength far exceeds that of Huayin, won't Huayin be unable to get rid of its shackles and be free?

However, today, Huayin felt Zhao Peng's bearing, and it became completely different overnight, knowing that Zhao Peng's martial arts strength had improved dramatically overnight, and joy appeared in her eyes......

Zhao Peng stared at Huayin, speculating on what Huayin was thinking.

"My lord. ”

Huayin bowed his head to Zhao Peng and said honorifically.

Her tone became softer and softer.

Zhao Peng shook his head suddenly, he really couldn't guess Huayin's thoughts.

Just when a few people met, the Heaven and Earth Xuan Qi around the Warrior Monk Tower suddenly changed.

The Xuan Qi of Heaven and Earth was rolling and tumbling, converging into one air flow after another, and merging into a stream of violent winds, constantly stirring around, flying sand and stones.

Thundered!

Suddenly, there was a spring thunder, rolling in, resounding in the sky.

Zhao Peng's eyes froze, looking at the sky.

The rays of the sun shining in all directions in the sky slowly dimmed.

Wisps of clouds gathered on the sky, converging into dark clouds, and in a moment, there were two huge dark clouds, entrenched at both ends of the sky, one south and one north.

Two dark clouds, rapidly approaching.

And in the center of the dark clouds gathering is the warrior monk tower where Zhao Peng is located.

Everyone under the tower raised their heads and stared at the sky.

After just a few breaths, the dark clouds converged at the top of the tower.

Bang!

A beam of electric light, from the place where the dark clouds touched, fell with a bang, reaching the top of Zhao Peng's head.

"This is the Xuanmen Grand Master Thunder Tribulation!"

Monk Immortal shouted: "If you want to become a real Xuanmen Grand Master, you must first release your divine soul and place it on top of your head, so that your divine soul can be baptized by thunder, so that you can achieve a true divine soul and be regarded as a real Xuanmen Great Grandmaster!"

Rumble!

The thunder fell, and Zhao Peng instinctively urged the diamond pattern stone hidden in his sleeve.

The bright yellow light mask rose and protected Zhao Peng's body.

Thunder slammed into the light mask, revealing a series of ripples.

"Don't resist!"

Guanlan said hurriedly.

Zhao Peng's eyes were raised, and he quickly dispersed the light shield of the Vajra Law Pattern.

He had already seen this kind of Xuanmen Grand Master crossing the catastrophe in many classics. It's not about yourself, it's about yourself. Today is the first time Zhao Peng has seen the thunder tribulation of the great grandmaster of Xuanmen, and naturally he has the heart of resistance for the first time, after resisting the first thunder, Zhao Peng is absolutely wrong, even if Guanlan does not say a word to remind, Zhao Peng will disperse the vajra pattern light mask above his head.

The martial arts divine soul is exactly the same as the appearance of a martial arts person.

Zhao Peng's divine soul was a small person the size of a finger, suspended above his head, and his appearance was exactly the same as Zhao Peng's, but it was just countless times smaller.

As soon as the spirit came out, Zhao Peng felt as if he had an extra pair of eyes, growing on top of his head. The surrounding scenery, mountains and rivers, in his eyes, have become different.

It's as if when he used to see the world, there was a layer of fog hidden in front of him, blocking his vision, so that he couldn't see clearly, until today, he is not afraid of floating clouds to cover his eyes, and he can see the world clearly, clearly, this is the perspective of the great master of Xuanmen.

Roar!

A tiger roar appeared above Zhao Peng's head.

At such times, there was a scene of gathering qi and the sound of beast roaring and thunder.

As the tiger roared appeared, Zhao Peng's heart flashed, and the divine soul figure above his head was stunned, and he actually stood on top of the white tiger shadow. Immediately, the spirit raised its head again and stared at the thunderclouds that covered the sky and were rolling in thunder.

Bang!

Another flash of thunder fell.

This thunder light was ten times more powerful than the previous thunder, and it directly bombarded Zhao Peng's divine soul.

Gangsters thundered, falling from the sky.

From a distance, it was as if there was a huge rope composed of thunder, extending down from above the nine heavens, falling on top of Zhao Peng's head, wrapping him all over, as if there was a spherical cage composed of thunder, binding Zhao Peng in it.

The sight of everyone around was blocked by thunder.

They couldn't see whether Zhao Peng was alive or dead in the thunder, but they could see that the layers of stone and soil around Zhao Peng's feet turned into ashes under the bombardment of the thunder.

Faintly, from the deafening thunder, you can hear the roar of the tiger coming out of the thunder ball.

At this scene, several people present were stunned.

The power of this thunder is really too strong, even if the three of them have the martial arts strength of the great master of the Xuanmen, they all retreated dozens of steps towards the rear, one is afraid that they will be affected by the heavenly thunder and hurt themselves, and they are afraid that standing too close will have a bad impact on Zhao Peng.

Whether it is the monk immortal, or Guanlan and Huayin, they are all masters who have cultivated for many years and achieved the realm of the great grandmaster of Xuanmen for many years, they have all been subjected to the thunder tribulation of the great grandmaster of Xuanmen, but they have never been like Zhao Peng today.

It has always been a flash of thunder, hitting people, and disappearing in the blink of an eye, even if you can survive, you will survive, and if you can't survive, you will be wiped out.

Only Zhao Peng has a spherical thunder and lightning cage around him.

This scene shocked the three Xuanmen Grand Masters present to look at each other, the three of them looked at each other a few times, no one spoke, and only after the thunder dispersed did the three of them rush towards Zhao Peng.

Zhao Peng's body was wrapped in a layer of black smoke.

At Zhao Peng's feet, there was a sinkhole that was struck by thunder and had a radius of several meters.

With a flick of the sleeves of Guanlan's shirt, a strong wind was set off and the black smoke was blown away.

And a strong wind blew Zhao Peng, who was standing at the bottom of the sinkhole, to the ground.

"Lord!"

Guanlan exclaimed, his figure flashed away, and he went straight to Zhao Peng's side, his eyes were full of surprise, and there was even a kind of grief and grief in Guanlan's heart.

The monk Immortal and Huayin, who came next, were also stunned.

Just because of Zhao Peng's situation, it is really scary.

Zhao Peng's whole body was scorched, and there was no skin on his body intact, all of which became pitch black and dry, as if it were charred wood, and his chest was crisscrossed with cracks, and even the internal organs in his chest had been burned to a large extent......

Zhao Peng had already cut off his breath.

The three people around didn't even dare to take a breath of air.

At this moment of silence, the three of them heard that the heart in Zhao Peng's chest was pounding, and the rhythm of the heartbeat was not hurried or slow, strong and powerful.

"He's alive! he's alive!"

The monk immortalized and exclaimed, and hurriedly used the martial arts means of the martial arts of the main hall of the warrior monk, and a Xuan Qi shield appeared around Zhao Peng's body, protecting Zhao Peng in it.

It was only at this time that Guanlan was able to settle down.

If Zhao Peng dies, Guanlan, the great master of the Xuanmen who was cast by the panda people with the method of divine soul puppet, will also die with Zhao Peng, how can Guanlan not be in a hurry?

"Look!"

Huayin suddenly stretched out his hand, pointed at Zhao Peng's heart, and said, "The heart of the lord is glowing with a golden luster......

Guanlan took a closer look, only to find that in Zhao Peng's broken chest, in the heart, there was a golden light, the light jumped and flickered, at the beginning it was just a light like dust, and it became bigger and bigger, like a grain of rice, like a mung bean, like an egg, and finally covered the entire heart, and the light became more and more dazzling, as if it could burn people's eyes.

Immediately, the golden light flowed out from the heart, along the blood vessels in the chest, minute by minute, inch by inch, and spread to the entire chest......

Under the effect of this golden light, the open wound on Zhao Peng's chest gradually contracted and closed.

"The golden light flowed, as if blood was flowing......

Huayin groaned and muttered, "In this world, how can there be a golden light dazzling, like blood like liquid gold?"

"Martial arts are immortal! martial arts are immortal!"

The monk exclaimed twice in a row, then turned around and left.

Guanlan hurriedly asked, "Where are you going?"

"This matter is very important, I need to report it to the hall master of the Warrior Monk Hall as soon as possible!"

The monk does not extinguish his head or look back, and he goes away.