Apotheosis – Ascension to Godhood

This scolding war is even more outrageous than the last time Roaring was used.

It lasted seven or eight hours...

Until Kaoru discovered that he was staring at himself.

“How...” Kaoru suddenly felt a little unnatural, so abusive in front of Luo Zheng, shouldn't there be some?

“Nothing, if you're unhappy, try to scold me," said Rosen.

Smoke suddenly shook her head, seemed a little interested. She didn't have this strange feeling before, but now she suddenly wants to look at her image in front of Rosen. She doesn't want to act like a bitch...

So, Kaoru's voice bombardment ended.

Luo Zheng didn't say anything, he knew that smoke needed to be vented, which was really good, at least enough to make the king of punishment suffer for a while.

After seeing Rosen put the roaring order away, Smoke asked: "Where did this roaring order come from? ”

Even if she had used the roaring order tens of thousands of times, Kaoru felt a little strange. Who in the world had the roaring order of infinite use to create this roaring order?

“Didn't I tell you about the fairy house?” Rosen suddenly said.

Smoked nodded, "Well, I know. ”

When Luo Zheng mentioned Xianfu, the words were relatively brief, and Fumikaze did not take into account his heart. Even if he called it Xianfu, where could this Xianfu in the lower realm go?

“This roaring order was obtained in the Immortal Palace, and I may enter the Immortal Palace in the future, and you will know it,” said Luo Zheng.

Smoky nodded, this Immortal House actually possesses these relics, and the Immortal House is necessarily a very small existence.

Just as the two talked, Luo Xiao's entrance to the small palace was “bombed” and smashed open.

“Boy, I've been waiting for you all day and all night. Why haven't you been out here?” The man at the door growled.

Luo Zheng's eyebrows frowned and gave an eye to the smoke. The smoke fell into Luo Zheng's body. Even as he walked to the door of this small palace, his eyes swept gently, but he discovered that there were many warriors at the door.

These guys, what do you mean?

This scene is not the first time he has seen it, but he has just entered this cloudless palace, no relatives, and naturally no resentment. He sees the fierce appearance of this guy in front of him, but doesn't know what kind of trouble to find himself.

Luo Zheng slowly walked forward and said softly: “What is it? ”

The warrior at the door, a big man with a big face, a beard full of beard, looked fierce, “Kid, my name is Biyuanjia! Ranked fourth in Lingyun Tang! ”

“Oh?” Luo glanced lightly at Biyuanjia, then said: “Then what? ”

“Heard you had a sword, the sword of a former palace lord?” Biyuanjia asked with a smile.

“Well," Luo Zheng nodded slightly, even raised his hand and took the thunderstorm phantom sword into his hand, his finger slid along the sword blade of the thunderstorm phantom sword, and then suddenly accelerated, the thin sword body suddenly sounded a sword, “Yes, this is the thunderstorm phantom sword. ”

When he heard this guy talk, he understood, but he was not in a hurry, but with a faint smile on his face, he wanted to hear what this guy would say.

Many warriors outside the door saw this artifact in the hands of Luo Zheng, one by one eyes suddenly lit up.

A taste artifact, and this taste artifact is much stronger than an ordinary taste artifact. It is estimated that a little more enhancement will suffice for the Chaos Monument!

Then Biyuanjia stared at the sword in Luo Zheng's hands. In his pupils, he shot a fine light. "I am missing a good sword in my hand. Thank you for taking it out of the Hall of Divine Soldiers. Give it to me! Don't waste my strength and give you a full punch! ”

Upon hearing this, Luo Zheng's face suddenly revealed nothing but a smile. The long sword swayed slightly, and said: "I picked this sword myself. If you have this ability, go to the Divine Soldier Hall and spend 300 real yuan jade yourself, leaving you a great chance. ”

“Looks like you're not going to deliver it properly?” Biyuanjia certainly knows that Luo Zheng cannot easily take out the sword.

Luo nodded and said, “Looks like you're not going to leave? ”

Biyuanjia's smile on his face is even more important, “I told you from the beginning, you don't seem to understand Ling Yuntang Fourth, what is the concept! Do you have to be taught a lesson? ”

Luo Zheng's face was getting colder and colder, and he knew he couldn't communicate with these idiots, and he said, “I don't understand, but you don't seem to understand what it's like to take this sword, give you three breaths, get out of here, you have to be taught a lesson. Do you understand? ”

When Luo Xuan took the Ghost Sword of Thunderstorm, the news was like the wind, spreading all over the cloudy heavenly palace.

The degree of jealousy in the hearts of these martial artists is conceivable.

Thinking that Luo Zheng was just a guy who had just entered the cloudy heavenly palace, there was only five ways to fix it, and many people put up a small Abacus in their hearts.

Someone wants to pay for it.

Others believe that Luo Zheng arrived at first sight and was unfamiliar with his place of life, intimidating him to serve him well.

And even more people want to come up and rob it.

This Biyuanjia is one of them. He came up to intimidate him first, and now he looks like he's going to do it.

A number of martial artists sighed in their hearts. This is to let Bee Yuanjia take the lead. Only Bee Yuanjia is already very dominant. No one dares to fight in front of him. I'm afraid they don't have this chance anymore.

As for Na Luo Zheng, I'm afraid he will have to be beaten up by Biyuanjia, but that's what he deserves. He can't blame anyone else for not distinguishing the situation in front of him.

But these fighters did not think that Luo Zheng this guy is even more arrogant than Biyuanjia, it seems that Biyuanjia is not in the eyes at all!

“Three breathing times, hahahahahaha... Haven't seen such an insane youngster in a long time... hahahahaha...”

“Boom! ”

The crowd saw Rosen's figure flash, somehow disappeared in place, and the next moment, Biyuanjia as a whole was like a huge leather ball, flying out toward the rear, his chest that had been pulled out, at this time, a breathless leather ball, totally suffocated, heavy in a small palace behind the crowd, that was the residence of other fighters.

Luo Zheng held one hand to the Ghost Sword of Thunderstorm, the other hand pinched his fist, his eyes filled with pale colors, “The three breathing times are fast. ”

“How fast! ”

“This is so fierce, a punch to smash Biyuanjia? ”

“Biyuanjia is not so weak, also because he is careless, even so, this kid is strong! ”

In fact, some sensible warriors are able to figure it out. Can they get the Ghost Sword of Thunderstorm? Is the power of Luo Zheng more than ordinary?

But many martial arts men have heard that Luo Zheng has only five forms of cultivation, even if Luo Zheng's strength stands out? Can you compete with the divine sea? This is not a hierarchical comparison!

Luo Xuanfang's quick punch like thunder is to make everyone else understand, this guy who looks eye-catching, is a harder Lord!

“Just now, you should try the power of this sword...” Rosen shook his head, muttering, but trying to reach out and close the door.

The power of this sword...

Many martial artists also couldn't help swallowing saliva. That punch seriously injured Bee Yuanjia. If he had just sworn, Bee Yuanjia would not want this life!

You sound like you know this sign is a threat warning, but you have no doubt that this kid is so determined to kill, I'm afraid he dared to take a human life in this cloudy palace.

Just as Luo Zhengshang was about to close the door, another voice sounded, but he was a short fighter, "Wait!” The short warrior smiled.

“Wait for what?” Ro asked.

“I can spend money on your Thunderstorm Phantom Sword! Absolutely fair bid!” The short warrior said.

“Not for sale," Rosen shook her head.

“300,000 yuan yuan yuan!” Seeing Rosen shook his head and his refusal was resolute, the Shorty Martial Arts reported an astronomical number with a single breath.