Zheng Qiyuan looked at the fog in front of him, and then at Zhong Wen, who was recording carefully with the notebook in his left hand and the pen in his right hand, his face full of doubts.
"Little brother."
Zhong Wen closed the book in his hand with a "snap" and patted Zheng Qiyuan's shoulder. With a sincere expression, he said sincerely, "On the Xiqi battlefield, did you have a feeling of powerlessness, the kind of powerlessness you felt when you watched each other helplessly?"
Do you feel frustrated when a master shows off his prowess, but you can only do so on the sidelines?"
"Soy sauce? What is soy sauce?" Zheng Qiyuan looked confused and didn't understand.
"Even though I participated in this war, I couldn't do anything. It just felt like I was just going through the motions." Zhong Wen explained patiently.
"No." Zheng Qiyuan shook his head in confusion, and then said proudly, "At that time, before I could understand the Dao, I joined forces with Prince Wu and others to kill a masked Taoist spiritual master!"
This kid is not aware!
"No, you do!" Zhong Wen didn't expect Zheng Qiyuan to have such a positive attitude. He couldn't help but frowned. Then he looked solemn and said seductively: "Little brother, you are extremely talented and qualified. You are destined to dominate the cultivation world in the future.
How could the big boss of the side not be unwilling to show such mediocrity on the battlefield? He just killed a mere Taoist Spiritual Master, how could he be so proud and complacent? Only the overlords of the side like Mo Disheng and the Seven-Star Saint were
That’s the target you should be aiming for!”
"This, this..." Zheng Qiyuan couldn't turn his head around for a moment. He didn't understand why Zhong Wen was suddenly so harsh on him. He couldn't help scratching his head and said blankly, "I also know that my performance on the battlefield cannot be compared with your brother-in-law."
In comparison, it has only been a few months since I really started practicing, so it would be too incredible to say that I could defeat the Saint."
Seeing that Zheng Qiyuan had a calm mind and a stable mood, without any impatience for quick success, Zhong Wen couldn't help but secretly worry, and suddenly patted the trees beside him and said loudly, "Little brother, if you don't even believe in yourself, who else will trust you?
I have only practiced for a few more days than you, but haven't I beaten Merdisheng so hard that he has no power to fight back? It can be seen that as long as you have a thought in your heart and are willing to work hard for it, you will one day be able to realize your dream.
, come, tell me loudly, what is your dream?"
At this moment, he seemed to be possessed by a music instructor, his words were sonorous and powerful, and his emotions were so high that he wished he had a swivel chair with buttons under his butt.
"My dream?" Zheng Qiyuan was stunned by his question. After hesitating for a long time, he whispered, "I, I want to develop the Heavenly Sword Alliance and become a powerful force that can truly dominate the world's swordsmen.
Let the brothers who follow me hold their heads high and live a good life!"
"Well said! You are ambitious!" Zhong Wen's eyes lit up, feeling that he had found a breakthrough, "But if you want to carry forward the Tiandao Alliance, as the leader of the alliance, you must have strong strength, right?"
"Brother-in-law, I have become a Taoist spiritual master."
Zheng Qiyuan said with some grievance, "The other four deputy alliance leaders are still only at the level of Tianlun. How can they not be tough?"
Grandma’s!
Children cannot be taught!
No matter what, let’s be tough!
"Hey, little brother, I didn't expect you to be such a person with no pursuits." Seeing that the other party wouldn't fall for it no matter what, Zhong Wen finally lost his patience, let out a long sigh, and said in a tone like a parent treating a child, "But As a brother-in-law, I can't just watch you sink to such a level, so I can't help but remember, I'm doing this for your own good!"
"ha?"
Zheng Qiyuan was confused. He had never expected that in just a few months, he had developed the Tiandao Alliance to its current scale and gained a great reputation throughout the Daqian Empire. He would even be labeled as " self-destruction" label.
However, before he could react, Zhong Wen had already approached, and with lightning strikes, he grabbed him by the back of his collar, lifted the dignified leader of the Heavenly Sword Alliance like a package, and then moved toward the formation covered in spiritual mist. He threw it away hard.
"Brother-in-law, what are you doing?"
Zheng Qiyuan's panicked shouts came from the air, followed closely by the sound of "bang" falling to the ground, "Ouch!"
Possessing one of the three major physiques, the "Coiling Dragon Body", Zhong Wen had not long ago instilled the "Book of Ten Thousand Daos" into him. Zheng Qiyuan, who had successfully understood the Dao, was still unable to resist at all under his hands.
"Little brother, hold on!"
While Zhong Wen was encouraging Zheng Qiyuan insincerely, he was running his True Spirit Eyes. He opened the notebook again and took a pen to write down carefully, "You can do it! YES, YOU CAN!"
After all, he is Zheng Yueting's biological brother. Of course, he does not dare to risk his life. Now that the positions of the spiritual weapons have been adjusted and the number of elixirs has also dropped significantly, he is sure that even if Zheng Qiyuan fails to advance to the next level, he will There will never be any fear of life.
However, through the eyes of the true spirit, he was surprised to find that the phenomenon in front of him was completely different from the scene when the mandrill entered the battle.
The elixir that came to warm and nourish the foundation was not enough!
It turns out that with Ghost Mandrill's lesson learned from the past, Zhong Wen reduced the number of elixirs from four 500,000-year-old elixirs and ten 100,000-year-old elixirs to only one 500,000-year-old elixir in one fell swoop.
His original intention was to worry that due to the excessive potency of the medicine, the cultivators in the formation would not be able to bear it and would explode and die.
As a result, due to excessive weight loss, Zheng Qiyuan was almost breathless and failed to push the avenue to its peak, thus reaching the threshold of becoming a saint.
Did it fail?
It seems that we need to add two more 100,000-year-old elixirs!
Zhong Wen wrote furiously while writing notes, but a trace of disappointment flashed across his eyes unconsciously.
"Ouch!!!"
Just when he thought Zheng Qiyuan could no longer break through, an earth-shaking dragon roar suddenly sounded from the formation, and then, a golden dragon with astonishing momentum appeared in the sky, covering the sky and covering the sun.
The dragon's body is circling, its fangs and claws are bared, its angular head is raised high, and it is indescribably powerful and domineering.
Following its dragon roar, countless spiritual power suddenly surged out of Zheng Qiyuan's body. It was endless and inexhaustible, and it quickly filled the gap in spiritual power.
I see!
Coiling dragon body, unlimited spiritual power!
Looking at the golden dragon hovering in the sky, Zhong Wen suddenly realized that the young man in front of him was a perfect template for the protagonist. The elixir placed in the formation was clearly insufficient, but he relied on his unique special physique to
He forcibly made up for his mistakes and achieved the conditions for becoming a saint.
Who should I talk to to reason with something that only the protagonist, Halo, can do?
"Boom!"
Not long after, the first terrifying thunder finally fell from the dark clouds in the sky.
…
"Brother-in-law, you are right!"
Zheng Qiyuan, who had survived the thunderstorm, had a look of gratitude on his face and held Zhong Wen's hands enthusiastically. With tears and runny noses, he kept thanking him and said, "If you hadn't pushed me from behind, I don't know how I would have waited until the year of the monkey."
, can you be promoted to a saint!"
"Well, isn't that right?" Zhong Wen's eyes flickered, his expression was slightly embarrassed, and he said to himself, "I am your brother-in-law, so naturally I have to think about you. Could I still harm you?"
"Yes, yes, not long ago, I had never even heard of the realm of a saint." Zheng Qiyuan nodded repeatedly, extremely moved, "I never expected that I have become a saint now. My brother-in-law's great kindness and kindness will be unforgettable for me!"
"It's a small matter, it's just a little effort."
Looking at Zheng Qiyuan's extremely sincere eyes, Zhong Wen couldn't help but feel a little hot on his face, wishing he could find a crack in the ground and crawl in directly.
"My brother-in-law treats me like this, how can I not repay him with a spring of water?"
Zheng Qiyuan suddenly straightened up his face and said loudly, "Now that I have been promoted to a saint, Sister Ning'er's affairs will be taken care of by me!"
"You..." Zhong Wen was surprised.
"Unless I get Sister Ning'er back, I swear I will never return to Daqian!"
Before he could speak, Zheng Qiyuan said firmly, "Brother-in-law, just wait for my good news!"
After saying that, he turned around decisively, waved his right hand, and then strode straight down the mountain, quickly disappearing from sight.
Is it meaningful to conduct experiments with this guy with the aura of the protagonist?
Staring at the direction in which Zheng Qiyuan left, Zhong Wen couldn't help but have such an idea in his mind. He felt that the auras on Gui Mandrill and Zheng Qiyuan were too bright, and it seemed that they could not be used as a reference.
He even felt that even if he buried 10 tons of explosives in the formation, the two of them might be able to advance smoothly without hindrance.
It's better to find someone a little more normal...
Before he could finish thinking about this problem in his mind, a gray figure suddenly appeared high in the sky.
"It's you!"
Zhong Wen suddenly raised his head and looked at the visitor, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, "Feng!"
It turns out that this uninvited guest is Leng Wushuang's former master, Li Xuefei's current husband, and the former Wanjin Tower assassin Feng.
What did you really think about?
Isn’t this the ideal guinea pig?
Looking at Feng's dull face and old clothes, a satisfied smile suddenly appeared on Zhong Wen's face, like a cunning hunter who saw his favorite prey.