Heaven's Last Big Boss

"The place of trial we went to is very unique."

Zhou Zheng covered it up vaguely, Bing Ning immediately changed the subject, knowing that this was a detail that Zhou Zheng could not say.

Zhou Zheng continued: "Blue Star's star protection array must be built as quickly as possible to completely envelop this place. Later, I will find an opportunity to show up on other stars to attract the attention of the enemy."

Xiaoyue was worried: "Didn't Laojun say that as long as you leave Blue Star, the catastrophe will be fully activated."

"That's also the catastrophe I launched," Zhou Zheng smiled, "instead of waiting for the catastrophe to fall on me."

"Ah this."

"I'm going to take a bath, and then hurry up to practice," Zhou Zheng bowed to the two celestial masters, "This star is my hometown, so I will entrust the two celestial masters."

The two celestial masters all returned the gift, saying that they did not dare.

When Zhou Zheng went to Ao Ying's room, Bing Ning stood there thoughtfully, but she didn't think of a reason.

She has a mysterious heart, cold and bright, she rarely has mood swings, but she can keenly capture the emotional changes of the people she pays attention to.

Looking at the back of Zhou Zheng leaving, Bing Ning felt a little heavy.

It was as if an invisible mountain was pressing on Zhou Zheng's shoulders.

But under this heaviness, it is not as negative and helpless as before, but instead brews a wave of magma that wants to spew out.

In a trance, Bing Ning seemed to hear the sound of the violent wind and rain from thousands of miles of blue waves.

What happened to the third robbery?

Why, it feels like he has grown a lot.

……

Zhou Zheng wanted to have a heart-to-heart talk with Ao Ying, but Ao Ying was obviously not in the mood, and perfunctorily flicked Zhou Zheng's chest.

"Huh?" Zhou Zheng blinked.

"Fuck you, it's your turn."

"Here," Zhou Zheng looked at the bulging clothes on her chest, and the beauty she yearned for was hidden under the clothes.

Ao Ying's pretty face flushed suddenly, and she turned around clutching her collar: "I, I deduct money, the homonym is not fun."

Zhou Zheng couldn't help laughing: "Are you worrying about the position of the Dragon Clan?"

"Well," she pursed her lips and frowned, "I want to send a letter to my mother, asking if the Dragon Clan can stand on the side of the Futian League, but when I started writing, I didn't know how to word it. ,Everyone……"

"Everyone just wants to survive."

Zhou Zheng said softly: "Don't drag your clansmen into trouble just because of your feelings for me, and I don't want us to get mixed up with these things."

"But……"

Ao Ying bit her lip lightly:

"The dragon clan is inherently righteous and kind. They taught me this way since I was a child, so why don't they consider justice and kindness when making choices? Isn't this lying to me?"

Zhou Zheng didn't know how to answer for a while.

The worlds of adults and children are different.

So, he could only pat the lazy sofa beside him, and after Ao Ying sat down obediently, he grabbed her little hand with his big hand and rubbed it gently.

"Actually, there is no need to be so entangled."

There were tears in Ao Ying's eyes:

"I didn't think there was anything before, but after being pointed out by Li Zhiyong, I understood it.

"In retrospect, whether it's the eldest sister or the fourth grandma, their attitudes have changed in a very short period of time, and I'm worried that they will let me plot against you.

"I don't know what I am to the tribe. My father and mother have so many children. I am just one of the most ordinary dragon girls. When my mother came in person, I was really happy..."

Zhou Zheng didn't know how to comfort her, so he could only hold her hand and listen to her talk quietly.

Ao Ying's emotions soon passed.

She huddled in the sofa, her face nestled on Zhou Zheng's arm, like a kitten who had been wronged and wanted to find some sense of security, and let Zhou Zheng pat her shoulder lightly.

"I calculated with Zhiyong that the enemy is likely to send a heavyweight expert to negotiate with the Dragon Clan."

Zhou Zheng said softly: "If they call you back, you have created a tangle between me and the tribe, I hope you can choose me."

Ao Ying was a little astonished, and looked up at Zhou Zheng.

"There is a high probability that this will happen, it's just a matter of time," Zhou Zheng said, "If you have been coerced by your tribe and they need you to spy on me, you can tell me that we are simply together as lovers. Don't discuss anything about catastrophe and Futian League..."

Ao Ying rushed forward suddenly, and before Zhou Zheng could react, he felt his cheeks being held down by a pair of small hands, and a pair of soft lips appeared in front of his lips...

The picture in the room gradually blurred.

Zhou Zheng wanted to raise his arms to hug her several times, but he kept a sliver of reason in his heart, and just responded appropriately to her, and reined in in time at the edge of the cliff.

"Yingying, my skills."

Ao Ying seemed to wake up from a dream, hid in the closet with a bang, and closed the closet door tightly.

Seeing this, Zhou Zheng smiled wryly, and could only go back to his room through the wall, and immediately closed his eyes and meditated.

This may sound a bit inappropriate.

Zhou Zheng felt it, felt the riot of his own pure yang power, and there was a stream of pure yang energy in his body, which wandered around the sky, and was quickly refined by himself.

Then Pure Yang Wuji Gong took a small step forward.

Zhou Zheng blinked, carefully recalling the previous few times when his Pure Yang Wuji Kungfu suddenly upgraded and he couldn't suppress it.

It seems, maybe, probably, that it is all related to the interaction between men and women?

Ah, can you still practice kung fu with a kiss?

It's easy to be regarded as a 'busy' emperor when it is said.

That's right, the solitary yang doesn't grow long. When a man and a woman meet, they can produce a certain degree of harmony between yin and yang, and the desire generated in one's heart, as well as the yang qi generated by the body induced by desire, become the nourishment of pure yang Wuji Gong.

Zhou Zheng clenched his fist with his right hand and tapped lightly on the palm of his left hand, leaving several afterimages of his figure in the room.

Closing the door, closing the window, drawing the curtains, lifting the quilt to wrap himself, and opening the storage magic weapon in the corner of the storage magic weapon, Zhou Zheng took out an old mobile phone that he had treasured for many years with a dignified expression.

Soon, Zhou Zheng put away his phone dumbfounded, and calmly covered his lower body with the quilt, feeling a little uncomfortable all over.

Really able to practice.

Not only the interaction between men and women, doing things that are not prohibited by the law but cannot be spread, can also quickly gather yang energy in the body...

Is this exercise really serious?

Of course, this is definitely not doubting Laojun's character, it's just rational use of the creatures' own desires.

As for whether this will hurt the body, and whether it will only mobilize desires without resolving it, and whether it will cause some problems with the fairy body, Zhou Zheng can't take care of it at the moment.

Just reserve a little relevant knowledge in advance for a happy life in the future.

Zhou Zheng took a deep breath.

In order to save the world and defend the power of the ascension of souls, so what if you suffer yourself a bit!

Covered with a quilt, his eyes widened, and Yang Qi was born.

That day, Zhou Zheng grasped a shortcut to practice.

A place of darkness, a place of mystery.

The old man riding a bull stared at Yun Jing in front of him, seeing Zhou Zheng's serious way of practicing while watching movies, and couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

At the same time, in a spacious and bright chemical laboratory with a slightly higher room temperature, the old professor raised his head, looked at the small stove in the corner, and walked over.

"Old gentleman!"

The two young 'researchers' who were about to doze off immediately jumped up.

"Well," the old professor nodded, and said in a warm voice, "Open the furnace and make alchemy. Take out Wang Shan first, and then go to get these medicinal materials."

Immortal lights flickered, and two long lists appeared in the hands of the adult version of Xiaojin and Xiaoyin.

The two boys looked down, and then looked at each other.

Good guy, isn't this, the pills that the two of them refined for some great immortals in the heavens?

However, the age of this medicinal material seems a bit exaggerated, like 3 years of pure yang evil dragon blood, [-] years of pure yang stag antlers...

Do these things really exist in the treasury?Laojun asked them to get it, there must be some.

"Old gentleman, what kind of pill are you trying to refine?"

The corner of the old professor's mouth twitched slightly, and he said calmly, "Nine-turn Yanyang Pill is for Zhou Zheng to improve his cultivation."

The two boys looked stunned, turned their heads and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The old professor looked at the palm-sized Wang Shan who was almost burned, and shook his head slightly.

These stupid juniors.

Sensory stimulation is not as direct and effective as pills.

……

Zhou Zheng took three cold showers in a row before finishing his two-day practice.

When he walked out of the house, his whole body exuded a high-spirited anger. He could already be called a 'tyrannical' fairy body, and the corners of his mouth were almost bubbling!

Good guy, who can stand this!

Just to tell a joke, his Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu is only two 'films' short of reaching the fourth stage.

This is ten times more efficient than sitting in front of the sun every day.

A full ten times!

If he is willing, he can lead the team members to start the next Laojun trial tomorrow, and there is no time to hand in the paper this time.

Zhou Zheng took a sharp breath, and realized some problems in the past two days.

This improvement is not without cost.

The price may be...probably...

Instructor Bing Ning sat in meditation near the elevator door, guarding the place while practicing.

In Zhou Zheng's eyes, she had a little light all over her body, and some unhealthy images appeared in Zhou Zhengdao's mind.

Snapped!

Zhou Zheng slapped himself suddenly, and took a deep breath in pain.

The price is that my backlog of desires is like a bomb depot, and Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu can easily go mad.

This is really a problem.

Bing Ning seemed to be disturbed by the noise, her long eyelashes flickered slightly, and a pair of bright eyes looked over.

At this moment, Zhou Zheng even felt that Instructor Bing Ning exuded a soft light all over his body, his skin was as thick as fat, and his Adam's apple trembled a few times.

"What's wrong with you?" Bing Ning asked, "Why are you staring at me like this?"

"Ah, it's okay, it's okay."

Zhou Zheng covered his eyes and walked to the corner.

He suddenly had a spiritual light, turned his foot, and knocked on the door of Master Tang Sanzang.

Let's listen to Buddhist scriptures and purify our hearts, wouldn't it be good?

Ah yes, this kind of practice is like burning fire, listening to the scriptures to put out the fire, going back and forth, isn't the yang energy earned for nothing?

Wonderful!

With a soft click, the door slowly opened.

Zhou Zheng only felt a misty pink in front of his eyes, the virtuous Buddha wearing a monk's skirt appeared in front of him, his long eyelashes slowly raised, his bright eyes were so clear, even though his slim figure was wrapped in the monk's skirt, he actually...

boom!

Zhou Zheng closed the door fiercely, and poked his own eyes with two fingers!

Beast!

Brother is a beast!