Seeking the Way of Immortality

In the blink of an eye, Wu Zheng had received no less than a hundred moves, and his defense line was almost broken through several times. Fortunately, the ice halberd was easy to use. At the critical moment, Wu Zheng directly threw out the ice halberd to block the monk who wanted to break through the defense line.

However, a wise man will make mistakes, not to mention that Wu Zheng was not a man of great wisdom. In the end, his defense line was broken through and he entered the Ten-Li Ancient Land.

As a last resort, Wu Zheng had to move closer to the depths of the Ten-Li Ancient Land. The "Biwan Sword" delivered a fatal blow at the critical moment, beheading the Yuanying mid-stage monk who broke through the defense line.

At this time, thousands of monks had gathered outside the entire Ten-Li Ancient Land. Some were watching, some were participating in the battle, and some were shouting and cursing. For a while, Wu Zheng's big moves were frequent, and his true essence was consumed unknowingly. Most of it, even his moves were getting slower and slower, and his body was covered with blood, some of his own and others'.

"Hmph, grind him to death, he's almost dying!"

"You're such a jerk, and you still want to learn how to be a hero and save a beautiful woman? Go home and take care of your children!"

"Fellow Daoist, you'd better be more kind. If it were you, would you be able to do it?" A monk in white said disdainfully to the monk named the most happy.

"Who are you? How dare you manage me?"

"Hmph, who am I? It's not your turn to manage me."

"Hmph, kid, you're causing trouble! You're causing big trouble!"

"Get out, say one more word, and you'll die!" The man in white said coldly.

At the neck of the monk named very happy, a shining sword stood under it.

The monk turned away in disdain, not daring to say another word. The man in white curled his lips in disdain, not caring about the resentful look in the monk's eyes before he left.

The disciples of the Sword Sect have traveled all over the world and have never been afraid of anyone.

"Who is this person? How come I've never seen him before?"

"You don't even know this, but did you see the plum blossoms on the white clothes?"

"Well, could it be someone from Plum Blossom Villa?"

"Tsk, you are so ignorant. This person is a disciple of the Sword Sect, a true sword cultivator, Bai Luomei, known as the 'Plum Blossom Sword'."

"Oh, do you know him?"

The man shook his head and said, "I don't know him, but I know his clothes, white clothes, red plums!"

The man who had just been shouting was hiding in the crowd and heard the conversation between the two. He was so scared that he retreated repeatedly. The resentment in his eyes disappeared instantly, and the whole person was exhausted. He flashed and retreated from here.

Bai Luomei smiled disdainfully, but said nothing. Such a person was not in his eyes.

Elsewhere, several young men and women were discussing Wu Zheng who was fighting fiercely in a low voice.

"This man uses a halberd to use the spear, and he can do it to perfection. It seems that he must be a master of the spear." A pretty female cultivator commented with a discerning eye.

"Haha, to be able to get the comment from the 'Spear Fairy' Lin Mengying, it can be seen that this man's spear skills are indeed unique." A man said with a smile.

"What a pity, if he had a handy spear, he would definitely be able to fight for another hour."

"What? Impossible? He is just a cultivator in the early stage of the Nascent Soul."

"Nothing is impossible! Brother Yang, please look, this man's spear skills have fully grasped the true meaning of stability, accuracy, and ruthlessness, and you can see that the domineering aura on him has reached a very strong level. He has already mastered the true meaning of the spear." Lin Mengying said in admiration.

"Well, when did such a master of using a spear appear in Fengyuan Continent?" Another cultivator frowned and asked.

"I don't know, it may also be from other continents or other spaces."

"Oh!" The man slapped his head and exclaimed.

"Brother Huang, do you remember anything?"

The young man called Brother Huang nodded and said, "Do you remember that Huang Guoru of the subordinate force of the Red Spirit Palace, 'Dongsheng Juling Pavilion', once offended a master with a gun?"

"Well, you mean, he is that person?"

"Yes, I met 'Flying Knife Asking Love' Li Piaomiao the other day. He said that they met that person and fought a big battle with him, and finally fled."

"What? Li Piaomiao fled? Are you kidding?"

The man surnamed Huang shook his head and said, "It's not a joke, but a fact. I was also very surprised at the time. Who could have such strength? So I half-believed and half-doubtedly asked Brother Piaomiao for the projection of that person."

After speaking, the man surnamed Huang took out a jade slip and handed it to everyone.

"It's him."

"With this person's fighting power, it is certain that he will defeat Li Piaomiao."

"Well, yes, I now completely believe what Li Piaomiao said at the time!" The man surnamed Huang said with a wry smile.

"Wu Zheng, suspected to be from the Wu family, how could he be mixed with people from the Peacock Clan?" Lin Mengying asked in confusion.

"Hey, you really asked the right person, I just happened to know this."

"Oh, then why don't you tell me quickly." Another female cultivator said relentlessly.

"Qian Ting is still able to control Yan Yu."

"Huang Yanyu, tell me quickly."

At that moment, Huang Yanyu did not hide anything and told the story of the real and fake Wu Zheng. After listening to it, everyone was surprised. There are such strange things in the world, which is simply unheard of!

"Yes! I didn't believe it either, but now I believe it!" Huang Yanyu said helplessly.

"Why? Have you seen that Wu Shiba?" Lin Qianting asked jokingly.

Who knew Huang Yanyu really nodded and said: "Not long ago, I met him once in Wanli Mountain. You know, the two look very similar, but their temperaments are very different."

"Oh, how different?" Lin Mengying asked with interest.

"Hehe, Sister Mengying, you are not attracted to him, are you?" Lin Qianting teased.

Lin Mengying glared: "Little girl, if you dare to talk nonsense again, I will tear your mouth apart."

"Okay! Stop it, listen to Yanyu's words."

"This Wu Zheng seems to have an inexplicable righteousness, while that Wu Zheng always gives people a very gloomy feeling."

"Oh, inexplicable righteousness?"

"Well, I don't know why, there is an aura on him that makes people feel very at ease." Huang Yanyu explained.

Lin Mengying nodded and said, "A person who can cultivate his domineering aura to such a level must have a sense of arrogance deep in his heart. It is also good to have a sense of righteousness. At least, the gloomy aura does not suit him."

"That Wu Zheng is not a simple character!"

"Yes! Deep in the imperial palace, and as a strong candidate for the throne, how could he be a simple character."

"It's just a pity for the woman from the Huang family."

"Not entirely! Who knows whether it is a blessing or a curse!" Lin Mengying said with some emotion.

A hint of loss flashed in the depths of her eyes.