Refining Qi starts from repairing the panel

Whispers echoed in Chu Zheng's mind like loud bells, deafening and enlightening.

Chu Zheng was silent for a long time, then raised his head. His expression did not contain the confusion, anger, or panic that Geng Yiyang had expected, but only calmness.

After a moment of silence, Chu Zheng asked a question that was beyond Geng Yiyang's expectations:

"How many times have there been the Ten Thousand Sects Hidden Dragon Competition?"

For a time, Geng Yiyang became increasingly unclear about the political context. After pondering for a while, he replied: "Once in a century, this is the 677th event."

More than sixty thousand years...

Chu Zheng thought about it in his mind for a while, and his eyes narrowed slightly: "Where is the winner of the first Ten Thousand Sects Hidden Dragon Competition now? Does anyone still remember it?"

Hearing this, Geng Yiyang subconsciously looked up at the sky. After realizing that he was in a small world, he spoke:

"That man's name is Shang Cangyun. This realm was not originally called Cangyun realm. The name of the realm was changed after him."

Chu Zheng's eyes brightened: "If I win the first prize, can this world change my name in the future?"

"Of course not." Geng Yiyang shook his head and said: "The reason why this world calls him by his name is because he is the youngest cutting angel of the Immortal Alliance and has become the Immortal King."

"What is a cutting angel?" Chu Zheng was slightly confused.

"The laws of heaven determine life and death for you and me. He determines the rotation of heaven. Whether a realm of heaven is fair or not, he can decide with one word."

"So that's it." Chu Zheng's eyes gradually brightened: "Being a cutting angel can change the name of this world?"

Seeing the bright light rising in his eyes, Geng Yiyang was slightly startled. He raised his head again and looked at the two stars in the sky. His mind was slightly disturbed after a long absence, and he said by mistake:

"If you become an Immortal King in the future, you can discuss it with Shang Cangyun in person. It's just a name..."

As he finished speaking, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind. His cloudy eyes examined Chu Zheng, and he gradually tasted something.

From the moment they met, Geng Yiyang had vaguely noticed something was wrong. At this moment, he finally realized where the strange feeling on Chu Zheng came from.

Ever since Chu Zheng saw him, up to this moment, there had never been fear in his eyes. Even if he was facing a certain death situation, he did not have any big mood swings. He was just a little regretful, and he really didn't look like an ordinary person.

"You are not afraid of death, you are not afraid of the Immortal Alliance, you are not afraid of remarrying your wife after death, but you are quite concerned about your useless reputation after death."

Geng Yiyang's eyes gradually sharpened: "So that's it... people in the world are chasing profit, and you have a good reputation... Everything in the world is really wonderful, and it has produced such wonderful and exotic plants like you!"

"Little one, you really make me curious."

Chu Zheng shook his head: "It's not a bad thing that she remarried. If I died early, it was my incompetence, not her fault."

"As for death... I'm not afraid of death. I'm just afraid that I will still be a mediocre person when I die. I will live in vain and waste my time."

"And...my name is Chu Zheng."

He was a little fed up with the name of this little thing, especially coming from the mouth of an old man who was half buried in the ground. It really made people feel uncomfortable.

Geng Yiyang turned his head, no longer looking at him, and said slowly: "I have written it down."

Chu Zheng lowered his head and thought deeply. Whether he can survive now depends on the Ten Thousand Sects Hidden Dragon Competition.

Give him another nine years, Chu Zheng himself doesn't know how far he will grow.

But the Ten Thousand Sect Hidden Dragon Competition is held only once a hundred years, and those who can participate in the competition are only talented people under the age of a hundred.

With the repair panel, he only needs to be ten times faster than these people. Chu Zheng has the confidence.

"You go to the Phantom Sect with me first."

Geng Yiyang said casually, signaling Chu Zheng to open the passage:

"The Taixuan Shenhuo Sutra cannot be leaked to others. The person you teach must go to Taixuan with you."

Speaking of this, his face looked a little solemn:

"You'd better hope that this person has never spread the Taixuan Shenhuo Sutra, otherwise, there will be no Illusion Spirit Sect in the Southern Territory from now on."

Once the Taixuan Shenhuo Sutra is leaked, in order to ensure that nothing goes wrong, he will take action to completely destroy the Huanling Sect to avoid future troubles.

"That's not a bad thing."

"..."

Hearing this, Geng Yiyang was silent for a while and felt a headache: "Don't you feel guilty? These people may die because of you."

"It was you who wanted to kill them, and it was Taixuan Shen Huojing who killed them. Why should I feel guilty? I forced you to kill them?"

Chu Zheng looked unmoved: "Even if you kill me today, I won't blame you, because you have a reason to kill me. From your standpoint, there is no problem at all."

As for the psychological pressure Geng Yiyang mentioned, it does not exist at all.

"..."

After walking out of the passage in silence, Geng Yiyang said no more, asked Chu Zheng to point in the direction, and went straight to the Huanling Sect.

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Before entering the clan, Geng Yiyang suddenly stopped:

"Take me to the ancient battlefield first."

"Now?" Chu Zheng was a little confused and didn't quite understand what Geng Yiyang was thinking.

"Just show me the way."

Chu Zheng pointed in a general direction, and soon the two of them appeared in the mine.

It was noon at this time, and there were still people digging, and the banner of the Han family was still eye-catching. The monk sitting in charge was replaced by an outer sect elder who had entered the Taoist realm.

Chu Zheng had never seen them before. In a short period of time, many new faces were added to the mine, many of whom Chu Zheng had never seen before.

The two entered the mine tunnel silently, without anyone noticing along the way.

Chu Zheng couldn't help but be a little surprised. Geng Yiyang's method was very different from the invisibility technique. He walked in so swaggeringly without attracting anyone's attention. It was as if he was in a different world, so far away.

Soon, the two entered a mine tunnel that Chu Zheng was quite familiar with. The mine tunnel was covered with dust and cobwebs. Along the way, some broken armor remains and mutilated bones could gradually be seen.

This time, Chu Zheng did not miss anything. Whether it was fragments of armor or broken magic weapons, Chu Zheng accepted them all according to the order and put them all into the ethereal ring.

I don’t know if I’ll have the chance to come next time, so I’ll just take them all away this time to save myself trouble in the future.

The information on the panel flashed one after another, and soon, a familiar message appeared in front of Chu Zheng's eyes.

[Incomplete Immortal Bones (Seventh Level): The remains of a true immortal were once obtained by an immortal monk and forcibly integrated into the body. With your current abilities, it is impossible to repair them. 】

He did not take away this piece of immortal bone at that time. Even if the repair level has been improved, the information on the panel still has not changed. It is obviously still far from enough.

After drinking tea, the two entered the deepest battlefield and arrived at the mine.

Looking at the robe covering the corpse, Geng Yiyang glanced at Chu Zheng, without saying anything, he took action to collect the demon king's corpse.

He planned to bury it with Ye Yulou's remains, which could be regarded as settling a matter on his mind.

The corpse had shrunk to half, Geng Yiyang suddenly paused, his pupils leapt with terrifying murderous intent:

"She was plotted against by the human race?!"