Chapter 1544 Open the heavy building and enter the shrine
Luo Zhenren is an expert outside the world and lives in seclusion in Erxian Mountain all year round.
Why did he pass through Yanggu County?
And why did he appear in front of Wu Zhi?
Is it really just because Wu Zhi's scallion-flavored hand cakes can float to the mountains a hundred kilometers away?
What a fool!
Obviously impossible.
The mystery of this is still waiting for Wu Zhi to explore by himself.
After all, Master Luo left a message when he left, which meant that they would definitely meet again in the future.
When Master Luo gave Wu Zhi Jiuyang, he was interested in it because Wu Zhi was still a boy.
In the case of a child, cultivation can achieve twice the result with half the effort.
Of course, the pervert Wu Zhi seems to have doubled the effect.
Furthermore, Wu Zhi has been a human being for two lifetimes, and his perception of life has become transcendent.
And now, by chance, I have obtained the complete version of "Chonglou Shrine".
This is something that even Zhenren Luo might not have imagined.
With a solid foundation, Wu Zhi also has innate advantages.
Coupled with the divine assistance of Ye Zangkong, the leader of the martial arts alliance, Wu Zhi broke through one of his own shackles after wandering with Ye Zangkong and the sea water for several hours!
Wu Zhi has now entered the eighth level of Xiaoyao Jue.
His martial arts is at least in the top three in terms of Jianghu and Tianban rankings!
In front of him, there were only two terrifying women.
But at the same time, Wu Zhi seems to have entered an unprecedented situation.
Not to mention himself, even Ye Zangkong started practicing martial arts at the age of three or four.
She doesn't know yet, but she is in the same situation as Wu Zhi.
And these cannot be explained by her current martial arts knowledge.
Compared with the ignorant Ye Zangkong, Wu Zhi smashed the Jin soldiers and the horse he sat on the moment he landed, and at the same time, the contents of the horse's pocket flew out.
Generally, when soldiers march to fight, they will carry some rations next to their saddles.
However, what this Jin soldier had in his bag was not dry food to satisfy his hunger, but human ears!
It was so densely packed that dozens of ears flew out!
Some of them are bloody!
Such a picture brought an extremely strong impact to Wu Zhi.
At that moment, it seemed as if a door suddenly opened in front of Wu Zhi!
The moment this door was opened, the incomparable scorching energy vibrated in all directions!
At this moment, Erxian Mountain is hundreds of miles away.
There was an old man with a Taoist spirit, sitting quietly among the pine trees.
His clothes were windless and even though he was sitting cross-legged, he was like a flying saucer, completely suspended above the ground.
The whole person and the land covered with pine leaves below him are at least as high as a stool.
Luo Zhenren has been practicing meditation like this for more than three months.
He is like a stone, comprehending the reincarnation of heaven.
At this time, Master Luo couldn't help but slowly open his eyes.
He seemed to sense something, and his eyes naturally looked in the direction where Wu Zhi was now.
Not long after, I heard Master Luo muttering to himself.
"He is truly a genius."
"I didn't expect that in such a short period of time, I could cultivate Jiuyang to the Mahayana."
Zhenren Luo didn't know what Wu Zhi had gone through, and thought that Wu Zhi had cultivated to the extreme by giving him the Nine Suns.
As a result, the shackles were broken and the "entry stage" that Luo Zhenren hoped for was reached.
Soon, Master Luo pondered again.
"However, it's not enough."
This is when Master Luo pinched his ten fingers slightly, as if he was telling fortunes.
But soon, Master Luo's face turned solemn.
"Little friend Wu Zhi, be faster, faster!"
Luo Zhenren, who was usually calm and calm, was actually a little anxious.
This is something that is very taboo for monks.
After a brief silence, Master Luo slowly opened his mouth. Although his mouth was open, his voice drifted with the wind to the far, far south of the Yangtze River.
