"Kunlun, the last time this seat fought against it was a hundred years ago. Kunlun in a normal state, this seat is within ten moves, and it can be subdued. However, once it is made to go crazy and use the Hell Shura body, even if it is the main seat, it will take two days and two nights to beat it back to the dungeon. ”

"In the blink of an eye, a hundred years have passed, I don't know what the current strength of Kunlun is, how long can it last in the hands of this seat?"

The fairy lord sighed leisurely.

In this world, there are very few strong people who can make him remember, and Kunlun of Yuxu Peak is one of them.

"Immortal Lord, Kunlun has ......"

Before the middle-aged man could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the fairy master.

"Isn't it just that Kunlun escaped from the dungeon and went on a killing spree in the world, just a trivial matter, this seat has long expected it. ”

"What you want to say, this seat has already guessed, it is nothing more than that Kunlun's strength is too strong, and in the snow-capped mountains and plateaus, it is like a fish in water, even if the army is dispatched, it is difficult to encircle and suppress it. ”

"Wait for another seven days, and this seat will naturally go out to suppress Kunlun. The old men in the military are too self-righteous, and they have become more and more presumptuous towards my Xianmen over the years. The Kunlun incident just taught them a lesson. ”

It is rare for the fairy lord to talk eloquently, where does the middle-aged man have the courage to interrupt him, he can only listen to him obediently.

After he was silent for a while, the middle-aged man said cautiously: "Lord Immortal, in fact, Kunlun is dead. ”

"What?"

Rumble!

The heavy metal gate was directly split open with one palm, revealing the true face of the fairy lord.

It turned out to be a young man dressed in white like snow!

An invincible powerhouse who has lived for hundreds of years, it is rumored that the master of the immortal gate who has touched the realm of martial arts mythology, looks no different from a young man in his twenties, and is handsome to the extent that he is unparalleled in the world.

What kind of little fresh meat, what type of man, what actor, what king, any celebrity handsome guy, in front of him, is as ugly and pitiful as a toad, and it can't be compared at all.

"You said Kunlun is dead? This is impossible, absolutely impossible! Who in the country can kill Kunlun except for this seat? Could it be that the military used carpet bombing?" asked the fairy lord with an ugly face.

He really couldn't imagine who could kill that Kunlun giant beast.

As one of the very few top masters who have fought with Kunlun and are still alive in the world, the immortal master knows Kunlun's strength very well, especially Kunlun after going crazy, the danger level is almost four or five times higher.

Even a hundred years later, the immortal lord whose strength has risen greatly has to go all out, and it will take thousands of moves to control it, to say the least.

"Yes, yes, yes, indeed, indeed dead, my subordinates will never dare to lie in front of the Immortal Lord!" The middle-aged man pressed his head very low, clinging to the ground, and his heart instantly rose to his throat.

Although he is a martial arts powerhouse who has stepped into the realm of Digang, in front of the adult in front of him, he is not vulnerable at all, and he can easily kill him with his hands.

In the world, there are few people who dare to be presumptuous in front of the fairy lord!

"Get ready for a special plane, this seat is going to go to Jade Void Peak in person!" the immortal lord said in a deep voice.

A month's time, for Lu Zheng, has passed in the blink of an eye, but for other candidates, it is like a year.

At the beginning of June, the scorching sun was in the sky, and the temperature in Nanhua City rose to more than 30 degrees.

Liu Dongliang was at the door of the examination room, his eyes were rolling back and forth, looking for Lu Zheng's figure everywhere, but he couldn't find it.

As soon as the bell rang, he had to walk into the examination room and start the most critical college entrance examination.

On the other side, Lu Zheng accompanied Wen Qian to a high-end restaurant.

This little girl, saying that a talent scout found her and wanted to recruit her to a record company for training, and said that she could enter the Beijing Conservatory of Music without taking the exam.

Probably because of the previous lessons, Wen Qian also learned to be obedient, and she didn't dare to come alone, so she had to pull Lu Zheng with her to rest assured.

To be honest, Wen Qian's voice and singing skills are quite good, and she does have the potential to be a singer.

As for what kind of scout it is, Lu Zheng is skeptical.

In recent years, under the guise of film and television companies, record companies, and model companies, pretending to be all kinds of "big names" in the entertainment industry and deceiving ignorant little girls, it is simply not too much.

The location agreed between the scout and Wen Qian is in a high-end restaurant in the prime area of the city, and the average price is more than 1,000 yuan, and a casual meal is more than half a month's salary for ordinary people.

Wen Qian seemed to have never been to such a high-end place, and she looked at the east and west curiously, and everything felt very fresh.

Lu Zheng glanced at her and didn't say anything, just took out a card and stuffed it directly into her hand.

"What do you mean by giving me a bank card?" Wen Qian asked strangely.

"Let you spend whatever you want, so you don't have to be sold. Lu Zheng said as a matter of course.

"I'm not mentally retarded, so I won't be sold. Also, I'm not a little lover who was raised by you, so keep it for yourself!" Wen Qian returned the bank card to Lu Zheng and said angrily, speeding up her pace, wanting to get rid of him.

Lu Zheng smiled helplessly and scolded lightly, "Mentally retarded!"

As soon as he walked into the restaurant on the second floor, a young man beckoned to Wen Qian.

He wears large black sunglasses, his lips are obviously wearing lipstick, and his face is also carefully makeup, and he is dressed in a fancy and demonic manner.

"Little Sissi, this way, this way. Tony shouted at the shrill duckling.

Wen Qian frowned slightly, but she had to put on a smile and greet her.

"Why are you here now, everyone has been waiting here for a long time. Tony pinched the orchid finger and said demonically.

Wen Qian smiled and said, "I'm sorry, the car is a little jammed, I'm late." ”

"Forget it, forget it, don't talk about it. What I told you last time, how did you think about it? We love music records, but we are one of the largest companies in China, and many singers are trained by our company. ”

"Every year, I don't know how many people, squeezing their heads, want to enter our Aiyin Records and become big stars cheered by thousands of people. You, to have today's opportunity, it is a blessing that has been cultivated for several lifetimes, what else to consider, don't waste time. I'm telling you, this is just one chance, if you miss it, you won't be there again. ”

Tony has long been familiar with doing this kind of thing, talking one by one, and blowing that little record company into the sky.

Wen Qian laughed awkwardly, not knowing how to respond.

"What is the registered capital of your company? How many employees do you have? How many singers do you have to sign up with? How many records are released a year, what is the total sales volume, and what is the average sales volume? How many concerts can be held every year, whether they are domestic or foreign, and how large is it? How many TV stations does your company cooperate, and how many newspapers and media do you have ...... advertising funds?"

After Christmas, it's New Year's Day, and soon it's another year

(End of chapter)