My God of Wealth, Zhao Gongming, would rather die than be in the mountains

Chapter 206
At that moment, everyone in the room stared at Yu Ming, who was dead on the stage, in astonishment.

actually……

There was no room for retaliation at all, and the sword in Yang Chan's hand pierced through the eyebrows?

next moment.

Boom!

Yu Ming's dead body fell to the ground!

The people in the audience dispersed and fled here one after another.

On the stage, Yu Liang was sweating coldly behind his back. Looking at Yang Chan, he didn't dare to be disrespectful. The opponent's strength and cultivation were far above everyone present.

Zhou Shanzong's is really not easy to mess with!
Slowly receding, the surrounding high-altitude open space instantly became quiet.

Yang Chan and Cheng Tang were left, and the latter bowed deeply.

"Disciple pays respects to Master Uncle!"

Yang Chan belongs to Zhao Lang's direct generation in Zhoushan sect, so naturally she will be called a master uncle.

However, Yang Chan remained expressionless, recalled the sword, lightly brushed it, and the blood on the blade dissipated instantly.

bass!
The sword is sheathed.

But Yang Chan didn't speak, she was still so cold.

If Cheng Tang hadn't just stirred up the flames, she wouldn't have killed Yuming directly.

Things have come to this, the city can't stay here any longer, she wants to leave.

"Uncle, why are you here?"

Cheng Tang asked respectfully.

"Cultivate well and improve your cultivation level. Now that the master is gone... No one can protect you all day in the future, so you can take care of yourself and don't embarrass Zhou Shanzong."

It seems that the news of Zhao Lang Shengwei's demise made Yang Chan feel a little unhappy, so she treated Cheng Tang very coldly.

Without answering his question, Yang Chan turned her back, grabbed a piece of cloud, stomped on lotus steps, pinched the cloud and left.

Cheng Tang was left alone.

He stood there blankly.

"Master Zu, who is this Martial Uncle? She doesn't seem to know that you haven't fallen yet!"

Zhao Lang, who was observing secretly, sighed.

"This is also a miserable disciple!"

Watching Yang Chan leave, he didn't continue to ponder.

Looking at Cheng Tang, Zhao Lang's tone became serious.

"Old Ancestor, I'm not allowed to tell anyone the news that I'm still alive, not even anyone in the same sect, understand."

Cheng Tang nodded quickly, although he was puzzled, he didn't dare to disobey.

Finally, he used the illusion to get rid of the causal relationship between Zhou Shanzong's disciples and himself.

Zhao Lang didn't want to implicate them any more.

In addition to staying in closed doors in the secret territory of the Dao, I helped Chengtang gradually build up his own power on weekdays. Take your time, the future can be expected!

nodded.

In Chaos Palace, Zhao Lang stood up from his throne.

The divine sense scanned the secret territory of the avenue.

All the disciples and grandchildren have already entered the prehistoric times.

Except for some direct disciples, the rest also descended the mountain one after another.

Zhao Lang didn't feel lonely. After becoming a saint, this feeling gradually became unimportant.

In a single thought of a sage, there is nothing in the world that cannot be reached.

He can do anything he wants, but he can't get out of the customs.

Laughing at himself, Zhao Lang took a step forward.

Shrinking the ground into an inch, he appeared somewhere above the countless peaks of Buzhou Mountain.

With a wave of the hand, the spiritual power of the Wooden Dao rose.

In an instant, towering and dense peach forests grew around.

Under a peach tree peach blossom, I feel very comfortable.

With another wave of his hand, the spiritual power of the Dao of Water emerged.

The sound of the stream came immediately, and a small pond appeared in it.

Walking slowly, a small pavilion appeared in front of him.

Sitting in it, Zhao Lang felt so relaxed for the first time.

It's such a great feeling that no one wants to plot against him now!

Who would count on a person who has already died?Who would have thought that Zhao Lang didn't really die?

With a faint smile, in the small pavilion, Zhao Lang drank tea lightly, smiling endlessly.

Although the disciple went down the mountain.

But there are also some people who really can't get used to everything in the prehistoric world, and more or less ran back to Buzhou Mountain.

this day.

Just as Zhao Lang finished observing Tang's state on the mainland of China, Zhang Ling came.

Looking at Zhao Lang, she said helplessly.

"Master, there are disciples who want to go back to Buzhou Mountain. Although they can't get in outside the mountain gate, kneeling outside is not the way!"

Zhao Lang put down the teacup, smiled wryly and shook his head.

"Ding! It is detected that the disciples of Zhoushan Sect want to return to the mountain, and the host can choose."

"One, keep it out, the deeper the daily life, the more it accumulates year after year, it will make the disciple turn his back and get a spiritual treasure."

"Second, point out the way for him, and assist Cheng Tang in the prehistoric times, so that he can gain the heart of the emperor."

What is the Emperor's Heart?
But in contrast, what choice to make is clear at a glance.

Zhao Lang waved his hand lightly, and then the dozens of disciples and grandchildren were directly moved to the pavilion from outside the mountain gate covered by the secret realm of the avenue.

They looked very disappointed, but found that they were suddenly wrapped by a spiritual force and carried into the secret realm of the avenue, and another person appeared in front of them, and they raised their heads in unison.

It turned out to be the master!
Master is not dead?
Isn't it rumored that the ancestor has fallen!
These disciples were all followers of Wudang Sect from the very beginning until later Zhoushan Sect, so it can be said that they were unparalleled in their loyalty to Zhao Lang.

After the death of their master, they all felt that they had nothing to love in life.

I just want to spend the rest of my life in Buzhou Mountain.

But in front of him, the master is not only calm, but also looks very leisurely.

Zhao Lang smiled lightly.

"Do you want tea?"

what?
what?
The disciples and grandchildren were startled, but they didn't react.

Zhao Lang folded his fingers slightly, and under the control of spiritual power, there were a few more cups of tea in front of the stone table in the pavilion.

Distributed to the disciples and grandchildren, they are still in a daze because the master has not died.

The next moment, they respectfully raised the tea cups above their heads and knelt down on the ground.

To be able to drink tea with the master?
How can He De He Neng?

They were already very happy to see their master again!

Flattered, it is!
They looked at the plain bowl of tea in their hands, raised it up and drank it all in one gulp.

Immediately, several streams of spiritual energy entered along his throat and reached the center.

This...is this?
The disciples were shocked, and they looked at Zhao Lang blankly.

The latter smiled faintly.

After the obvious improvement in their cultivation, they were very excited, and looking at Zhao Lang's eyes became hot.

Zhao Lang said with a smile.

"There is one thing you need to do when you go down the mountain."

All disciples and grandchildren were terrified.

"Disciple would like to obey the order of the master! But I don't know what it is that can be entrusted to me?"

"Auxiliary into soup."

Zhao Lang smiled faintly.

Who is Cheng Tang?

Several people were startled, then looked at the master.

The latter tapped lightly, and several golden lights flashed out.

Suddenly everything became clear in their hearts.

With a wave of his hand, all the disciples and grandchildren were directly moved out of the secret realm of the avenue.

Standing outside the mountain gate, they were in a daze.

The memory of this dialogue and meeting with the master was pulled out by the latter in just a moment.

But at this time, a task appeared in their minds.

Auxiliary into soup.

Immediately, these people used their spiritual power one after another, and under the blessing of mana, they quickly moved towards the mainland of the prehistoric China.

On the pavilion, Zhao Lang sat leisurely, nodded in satisfaction and looked at Zhang Ling.

The latter seemed to be looking forward to it, and his eyes gleamed straight at Zhao Lang.

Zhao Lang waved his hand lightly to make him retreat.

It's not the time yet, she will at least have to wait for another Lingzhu to be born before she goes down the mountain.

Sipping tea lightly, Zhao Lang sat on the pavilion, enjoying the silence.

It's been a few years.

Zhao Lang just wanted to observe the mainland of China, but was stopped by a voice that suddenly appeared from the foot of the mountain.

Zhao Lang was taken aback for a moment after his divine sense glanced at him.

A bad feeling came inexplicably.

(End of this chapter)