"Boy, are you here to see the old man's jokes?" Zhang Dishi asked reluctantly.

His body, scarred, lying on the operating table, was almost unable to move, and there was no intact place on his body.

"No, I'm here to congratulate you. Lu Zheng said lightly.

Zhang Dishi was slightly stunned, and asked strangely: "Congratulations, the old man is about to cover the coffin board, why is he happy?"

"Isn't it a great joy to be relieved of dead air, to be full of vitality, to be reborn from death, and to live a new life?"

Lu Zheng smiled, and pointed out, the qi and blood masculine on Zhang Dishi's body suddenly changed from a state of boiling and eruption to a smooth and soft state, and it was actually transformed into pure vitality and began to repair his damaged body.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Dishi's face was full of astonishment, completely incomprehensible.

"Miyamoto Nozo's qi and blood are masculine, as fierce as the scorching sun, and it is simply a deadly poison to the dead qi in my body. Why is it that in your hands, these fierce wolf-like qi and blood masculinity are so easily tamed, and they coexist peacefully with the dead qi in my body, and there is no retrograde hedging?"

Zhang Dishi has been practicing for more than 100 years, and he thinks that he has long understood the death qi, but the current scene is far beyond the scope of his comprehension.

"Buddha is the way, the way is the way, the evil is the way, the devil is the way, all the ways flow together, and the different paths end together. Lu Zheng said indifferently.

Zhang Dishi was disdainful, and said coldly: "Life and death are opposed, yin and yang are hedged, how can they flow together?"

"The thunder in the sky is extremely destructive, and even I can't live when the thunder strikes from the sky. But it is this terrifying thunder that gives birth to the most primitive, tiny, and fragile life on earth. The thunder itself has the power of life and death, when the spring thunder sounds, everything recovers, the winter thunder shakes, and the grass and trees are silent. ”

Zhang Dishi still shook his head, and said helplessly: "What you said is nothing more than empty talk, who can't talk about it." But who has really done it throughout the ages?"

"Well, let's see it with your own eyes!"

A monstrous demonic aura emanated from Lu Zheng's body.

That ordinary and ordinary figure, suddenly, was like a humanoid black hole, a terrifying abyss, and his eyes were even deeper and darker, as if he could see the shadow of hell from it.

Zhang Dishi's eyes widened, and in his mind, all kinds of terrifying pictures suddenly appeared, white bones piled up, blood gathered into a sea, ten thousand ghosts wept, and ten thousand demons howled.

And at the top of the White Bone God Mountain, a skeleton throne appeared impressively, a man as majestic as a god, wearing the crown of the Emperor of Pingtian, wearing a black dragon golden robe, pressing his palm down, ten thousand ghosts were silent, and ten thousand demons knelt down, as if he was the master of all this, the king of hell.

Wow!

I don't know how long it took, Zhang Dishi suddenly woke up.

In his eyes, there were already tears in his eyes, and he cried without hesitation.

Others don't know, but he knows.

The scene that Lu Zheng showed him was the pure Demon Dao, the orthodox Demon Cultivation Path, which was equivalent to suddenly giving him an accurate map when a person had been lost for hundreds of years, pointing out all the directions ahead.

From now on, Mr. Lu will be the old man's master, a teacher for one day, and a father for life!"

Zhang Dishi knelt down, and the "old man" who was more than one hundred and fifty years old knelt directly in front of Lu Zheng, knocking and knocking nine times in one breath.

"I don't take apprentices, and I don't want a son of your age. Lu Zheng said.

Zhang Dishi looked young, and he only looked like he was in his twenties, but his real age was already more than one hundred and fifty years old, and as for how old he was, it is estimated that even he couldn't remember clearly.

"The old man can't control so much, whether you recognize it or not, anyway, this 'master', the old man is decided. Master, you don't need to teach the old man anything in the future, the guidance just now is enough for the old man to enlighten for a lifetime. ”

Zhang Dishi said quite embarrassedly, but he was still cheeky and held on.

"You treat me as a master, so do you listen to my words or not?" Lu Zheng asked.

Zhang Dishi hurriedly said: "Listen, listen, of course I listened." Whatever the master says, the old man will do!"

"First, in the future, you are not allowed to call me Master, just like others, call me Mr. Lu. Sir, in the old society, it also meant a teacher, not much worse. ”

Zhang Dishi thought about it, nodded reluctantly, and agreed.

"Second, don't call yourself 'old man' in the future, I don't care how old your real age is, in the future, you should treat yourself as a young man in your twenties! Your body is alive, but if your heart is dead, no matter how much you cultivate, it will be in vain. ”

"Yes, Master!" said Zhang Dishi, clenching his fists.

Lu Zheng frowned and asked, "What did you call me just now?"

"Master, no, no, Mr. Lu!" Zhang Dishi immediately changed his words and smiled awkwardly.

"Everything you can do, you have already done it, tell the people of the Yan family, don't play the next game. Lu Zheng said lightly.

Although Zhang Dishi was rescued by him, after all, he had just suffered a serious injury that was almost fatal, and even if his body recovered, it would take a long time for him to recover from the loss of cultivation.

"Everything is in accordance with Mr. Lu's instructions!" Zhang Dishi said respectfully.

Lu Zheng looks young, but Zhang Dishi knows that this person is definitely one of the few people in the world who has attained the Tao, and being fortunate enough to know Lu Zheng can be called a blessing that he has cultivated for several lifetimes.

When Lu Zheng came back, the second round of the fighting competition was about to come to an end, and there were less than twenty masters, and now there were only nine people left.

Lu Zheng played again, and his opponent was Alam, a black man from Africa.

He is a famous killer on the African underground black market, ranking 10th on the list of African killers. The killing record created by Alam is very amazing, even surpassing the original grandmaster master Ghost Yin Zi who crisscrossed Southeast Asia.

Alam has experienced countless battles between life and death, and in various dangerous circumstances, he has honed his keen instincts almost like a beast.

His movements, his speed, his strength, and his perception are all first-class, even if he doesn't step into the realm of Baodan, it is enough to fight head-on with ordinary Baodan-level masters.

This person is like a ferocious beast that comes out of the African savannah, he can't do anything, and his only ability is to kill, keep killing!

According to Lu Zheng's estimation, even if Alam is against the tiger of Shangxianmen, he can play a five-five situation.

It's a pity that the opponent he met was none other than Lu Zheng.

The third is to do what you say!

(End of chapter)