There are no years of cultivation, and more than half a year has passed in the blink of an eye since the last time my senior brother returned to the sect to get help in cultivating.

Zhao Zheng has changed a lot in more than half a year, and in the eyes of outsiders, his size has grown like he has drunk bulking pills, and now he is about the same height as Senior Brother Ye.

At this time, he was gesturing his sword moves, and he had been contemplating the blinking sword technique for more than two months since he borrowed it from the Gongfa Palace. On the premise that the Thirteen Swords of Death had not entered the territory for a long time, he once again had the idea of blinking swordsmanship.

Just look at him standing casually, a breeze blows, and the fallen leaves on the ground sway slightly with the wind. Suddenly, his sword appeared silently in mid-air, and his sword moves were both fast and delicate.

This is exactly the sword that is stabbed according to the changes in the environment and the right time.

Different from the blink swordsmanship, at this moment, there was a wrap of Gengjin true qi on the sword body of the ruthless sword, and Zhao Zheng fused the Thirteen Swords of Death and the Blink Sword Technique.

For ordinary disciples of the sect, the blink of an eye sword technique can only be practiced according to the instructions and does not possess internal strength. But who is Zhao Zheng, stripped of the identity of the Seven Peerless Hall Protectors, he is still a peerless swordsman with the highest strength in the secular world.

The evolution of the Thirteen Deadly Swords to fifteen moves already involved sword intent, and Zhao Zheng believed that there could be no more powerful swordsmanship than the Thirteen Deadly Swords in the secular world. In the past two months, he sought common ground while reserving differences, and integrated the essence of the blink sword technique into the Thirteen Deadly Swords, making the Thirteen Deadly Swords stronger and more powerful.

"I'm still a little talented!"

Zhao Zheng smiled and said to himself.

Putting away his sword, he performed his light skills again.

Between the ups and downs of his body, he had already gone ten zhang away, and he adjusted his Gengjin True Qi and ran his True Qi according to the meridians of chasing stars and chasing the moon. The figure of running again is no longer visible, and every time it lands, the figure appears as if it flashes, and then flashes and disappears. The speed is getting faster and faster, and the yard is full of afterimages left by its high-speed movement.

Zhao Zheng finished his work and wanted to stop, but his body moved again according to inertia.

"It's a pity that this trick of chasing stars and catching the moon has not been fully practiced." Zhao Zheng couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

Time is too precious for him, and if he wants to profit from the plot in his head's memory, he can only go ahead of the plot. The Wild Wolf Gang was a gang established by Han Li more than ten years before his entry, and he could roughly guess the plot based on the time when he was established. Through the news asked from other Dharma protectors, Zhao Zheng knew that Mo Juren was still the master of the Frog Jiao Society in Lanzhou.

Yu Zitong, whom Mo Juren met after being injured, was Zhao Zheng's current target. The Venerable Jin Guang didn't know which temple on the edge of the Western Regions was at this time, and he might not be able to find it if he went to find it. That Yu Zitong can be easily found as long as he follows Mo Juren.

"Before leaving, I have to talk to the master again, otherwise I will become a traitor disciple if I leave so casually, and the old man in the family will definitely have to be cleaned up." Zhao Zheng was thinking like this in his heart, and his feet were not idle, so he had to wander down the mountain aimlessly.

"After strenuous exercise, you should do soothing exercises, which is good for your body."

This friend who doesn't know which fitness friend on earth once told him, he has been silently following it, even if it may be useless for people who practice martial arts - the longer he leaves home, the more he misses the things at home, although he can't go back, Zhao Zheng hopes to remember it in his own way in these little things.

"Protector Zhao is early!"

"Did Protector Zhao have breakfast?"

"Zhao Protector Early"

The disciples passing by kept greeting Zhao Zheng, after all, the legendary experience of this Dharma protector had fermented countless versions in the half a year of the sect:

It is said that Zhao Zheng and the martial god went down to save the human world;

It is said that Zhao Zheng got an adventure and got the inheritance from the white-bearded grandfather;

It is also said that Zhao Zheng is the illegitimate son of a certain big man and inherited his father's talents;

The most outrageous thing is that some people say that Zhao Zheng is the reincarnation of the sword immortal, and when he was born, he held a sword in one hand and a sword book in the other......

All in all, in a word. Zhao Zheng is now the most concerned figure in the door, and he belongs to the legend in the mouth of the inner disciples. The disciples in the sect were proud to greet him and be responded to by him.

Rumors are always exaggerated, and Zhao Zheng doesn't care about these rumors, but the series of consequences caused by rumors is quite helpless.

In order to prevent many curious disciples from coming to disturb him like monkeys, he packaged himself as a cold appearance like Li Feiyu, and he had always been unsmiling in front of his fellow disciples, only Senior Brother Ye could see his true and ordinary side.

There were a lot of people who greeted him this morning, and he had no choice but to choose an inaccessible path for a walk, the autumn leaves were golden, and from time to time there were dry leaves slowly falling in front of him, and the mountain road had already been paved with a golden patch, and the scenery on the entire mountain was plated with a layer of natural filters by the rising sun, which was particularly beautiful, and Zhao Zheng slowly became fascinated.

Suddenly, a protruding touch came from his feet, thanks to Zhao Zheng's practice of chasing the wind and chasing the moon, he had muscle memory on his feet, so that he could adjust his body steadily and stand still, and he would definitely be tripped over if he changed someone else.

This sudden appearance on the road was covered in fallen leaves, interrupting Zhao Zheng's appreciation of the beautiful scenery.

"Something, I almost fell on Lao Tzu!" He was angry that this inexplicable vulgar thing disturbed his beautiful mood, and turned around and kicked him hard.

An emerald green object was kicked out of the fallen leaves by one of his big feet.

The moment he saw this green object, a chill froze directly from the soles of his feet to his head! For a moment, consciousness seemed to be frozen!

What is that?

That was the last thing he wanted to touch in the Seven Xuanmen, it was an artifact that controlled the secrets of time, and it was also the natal treasure of the Time Dao Lord Han Li, the Heavenly Bottle! Commonly known as the little green bottle!

How could this thing be touched by itself? I discovered in advance that this ancestor couldn't be erased by the Time Dao Lord from the future!!

This is really going to kill Zhao Zheng, at this moment he is one head and two big, I saw him cautiously looking around, for fear that a will will fall from the sky and crush him into slag in minutes.

After waiting for a long time, he didn't see anything abnormal, so he put his mind at ease, it seems that the Time Dao Master hasn't been paying attention to this small bottle.

Zhao Zheng, who was relieved, wiped the soil on the outside of this small green bottle, took it in his hand and looked at it carefully: the whole body of the bottle was green and shiny, and there were some exquisite, dark green leaf-like patterns on the bottle surface, and a small bottle cap at the top tightly sealed the bottle mouth. The touch in the hand is warm and textured.

The more Zhao Zheng looked at this thing, the more he liked it, and the more he stroked it, the more he didn't want to let go - no one who had the opportunity to get this artifact would want to let it go, this was simply a plug-in for cultivating immortals.

Zhao Zheng was at war in his heart, and every time his hand played back the small bottle, he quickly withdrew it, and repeated it in place for a long time......