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

Chapter 279
I saw the figure of the cultivator suddenly attacking, and he swung a fist mixed with spiritual power in his hand.

The rustling wind around him was stirred by it.

Very fierce.

In the eyes of ordinary mortals, this blow is very terrifying.

Fighting with ordinary physical body, I am afraid that you will either die or be disabled.

They looked at the person who appeared suddenly, all showing a state of pity.

"What do you think he blocked a scoundrel so well?"

"That's right, if someone hits me with this punch, I'm afraid it will take a year or so."

"That person is a cultivator who has practiced the spirit and returned to the void, and he has said that he has lost it for a year and a half!"...

But after a while.

They were shocked to find that the cultivator seemed to be bound by something.

Standing on the same spot, the waving hand stopped in front of the person just now.

The people around were shocked!
They looked at Zhao Lang in shock.

This person always gave them a condescending feeling, and seemed to have a unique aura.

But these people can't see at all what the origin of this person is.

But it can actually make the strong man who practiced the spirit return to the virtual state stay in place.

At the very least, it has to be someone who has entered the fairyland!
It turned out to be a fairy!
Thinking of this, the onlookers trembled with fear.

Why did the immortal help this rascal in Yunjian?
The scene was once awkward.

However, Zhao Lang didn't even look at the immobilized practitioner behind him, but turned around to look at Yun Jianzhong.

"Boy, come with me."

After speaking, he went straight to the place where he bought wine.

He changed some money and the shopkeeper, took a pot by himself, and walked away slowly.

Yun Jianzhong was dumbfounded.

The surrounding onlookers were also stunned.

So the cultivator who practiced God Returning Void Realm is here just like that?

Curious people stepped forward to have a look.

"There's still breath."

After confirming that there was nothing serious, everyone dispersed and went about their own business.

However, Yun Jianzhong followed Zhao Lang unsteadily, he couldn't see the strength of this person, but this person always gave him an unusual feeling.

Finally, Zhao Lang stopped in front of a long pavilion outside the town.

Put down the flagon in your hand and sit cross-legged in the long pavilion.

Looking at Yun Jianzhong, who was swaying towards here.

Zhao Lang spoke lightly.

"want to drink?"

Yun Jianzhong looked the man in front of him up and down.

"Ah, I want to drink, what's the matter?"

He didn't dare to be a rascal in front of this person. After all, he still saw how the cultivator was pinned just now.

Although his cultivation base has retreated so much that he is now reduced to the cloud sword of ordinary people.

But I still know that it must be the immobilization technique!
A spell like this can only be taught by the great sect!
The person in front of him is very likely to be a disciple of a certain sect!
Be chivalrous!

It sure is!
Thinking of this, he smiled all over his face.

"Fellow Daoist, do you want to have a drink with me?"

However, Zhao Lang waved lightly.

"You drink alone."

After finishing speaking, he quietly closed his eyes and meditated.

Yun Jianzhong frowned.

"Then you're welcome!"

As he said that, he also grabbed a handful of scattered dried fruit from his pouch, opened the cork of the wine jug, lifted his cheeks and shook off his back molars, and drank freely!
Zhao Lang couldn't help admiring this kid's state of drinking.

No one can drink like this!
After a while, I was full of wine and food.

With a full belch, Yun Jianzhong was so dizzy that he leaned on the bench in the gazebo and fell asleep just like that.

Zhao Lang's spiritual vision has also been meditating.

Time passed quickly, and the sky was gradually getting dark.

Many people returning to the village and town passed by the pavilion, and they were all amused when they saw a drunkard and a practitioner sitting cross-legged.

Finally Yun Jianzhong woke up.

It was woken up by a naughty boy pouring boy's urine.

He stood up cursing, only to see that Xiaotong's family members were still there, so he squatted down obsequiously.

Zhao Lang was very curious.

What kind of experience can make a cultivator who was originally the proud son of heaven fall into such a state?
Even if the cultivation level has decreased, shouldn't it be like this?
Now there is no human appearance at all.

It doesn't look like a Zhou Shanzong junior at all.

The mental image slowly opened his eyes, and Zhao Lang spoke lightly.

"Have you had enough wine?"

However, Yun Jianzhong's answer was beyond his expectation.

"No, I can drink more!"

Amazing.

That is to say, Zhao Lang's body is not there at this time, and the black line on his forehead is enough to scare Yun Jianzhong into a fool.

But he was also really patient.

As soon as Yun Jianzhong finished speaking, Zhao Lang immediately changed into a lot of wine and meat.

"continue."

After speaking, he continued to meditate with his eyes closed.

With a frown, Yun Jian cast aside the appearance of Zhao Lang's spiritual thoughts.

"Who are you?"

With a faint smile, Zhao Lang closed his eyes and said.

"We'll talk again after you've eaten and drank enough."

After speaking, he continued to meditate.

Yun Jianzhong shrugged casually, then picked up the wine bowl, grabbed the big meat and ate again.

Almost always in this state, eat and drink, sleep after drinking, eat and drink after waking up.

It lasted for three full days.

Zhao Lang's mental image was still on the long pavilion, motionless, eyes closed for meditation.

Turning to look at Yun Jianzhong, he didn't know why at this time.

He got drunk for three days and made him unconscious.

Although it was noon at this time, with the scorching sun shining brightly, she actually fell asleep with her breasts exposed and snoring!

Zhao Lang raised his eyes lightly, and finally got up slowly.

With a slight flick of two fingers, with a slight movement of spiritual power, the body of Yun Jian, who was sleeping soundly, floated up.

At this moment, the passing villagers looked at Zhao Lang in shock.

It took a moment to react!

It turns out that the one who has been on the outer pavilion of the town for so long is a fairy!

Immortals are of course rare, and there is a big gap between cultivators and immortals.

However, at this time, the appearance of Zhao Lang's spiritual thoughts surrounded his body with auspicious clouds, and visions emerged one after another.

It shocked these mortals even more.

Showing the truth, the villagers fell to their knees on the spot!
"It turned out to be the sage of Zhoushan who appeared! The sage of Zhoushan is so merciful! Save the suffering!"

"May the sage of Zhoushan bless you!"

"I beg Zefu, the sage of Mount Zhou!"...

When the people in the town saw the golden glow on the long pavilion outside the town, they knelt down and kowtowed one after another.

However, I saw Zhao Lang's second finger lightly, a touch of golden rain fell, and infinite blessings followed.

The people were grateful and thanked the Holy Grace.

Then he looked at Yun Jianzhong, who was still sleeping soundly in the air beside him.

Zhao Lang shook his head helplessly, and with a touch of his foot, the appearance of the divine sense disappeared out of thin air.

From the heaven and the earth here, there are endless praises and praises from the common people, which last for a long time.

After half a sound, above a certain mountain.

Yun Jianzhong woke up slowly, but found that he was in a fairyland-like mountain top, he couldn't help being shocked, his stomach trembled, his throat tightened, and he even vomited wine.

What a shame.

Zhao Lang was still admiring the beautiful scenery, when he heard the cloud sword waking up behind him, he waited for him to vomit cleanly, then turned around.

"Do you recognize me?"

Zhao Lang smiled lightly and asked.

Yun Jianzhong was confused, he had just finished spitting out his wine and hadn't stood up yet.

Blinking and rubbing his eyebrows, he looked at Zhao Lang.

He frowned, and quickly shook his head again.

After making sure that he was not mistaken, he knelt down on the ground with a "gudong" and kowtowed three times and bowed nine times!

"Master!"

"Master is above me, this junior has blind eyes but failed to recognize you earlier, this disciple knows his mistake, please punish Master!"

He knelt on the ground, and kowtowed his head at this moment, and within a few times, blood began to ooze from his forehead.

However, Zhao Lang waved his hand lightly.

The latter only felt that there was a force of the void to support him up, and after a while, he lowered his head in shame, not daring to look at Zhao Lang.

"I didn't expect that it was really you, the master. This junior is embarrassing for you!"

At this time, everything in his heart suddenly became clear, and Yun Jianzhong seemed to have never been so clear-headed.

Zhao Lang smiled lightly.

"As a descendant of Zhou Shanzong, I naturally want to protect you. Let me ask you, do you still want to practice?"

Hearing the master's words, Yun Jianzhong's eyes flashed, but after a while, he became disappointed again.

"Master, the younger generation doesn't know, the younger generation's heart seems to be dead. Originally, at the age of 12, he became a cultivator in the realm of returning to the void. He thought that the future would be bright in the future, but after that time, his cultivation failed to improve. retreat……"

As he spoke, he seemed to be recalling some unbearable past events.

After a pause, he continued.

"The junior doesn't know whether it is suitable for me to practice again..."

Zhao Lang waved his hand disapprovingly.

"The most important thing for a practitioner is to have perseverance. If you are unwilling to persevere, how can you make a breakthrough?"

Hearing this, Yun Jianzhong smiled wryly.

"Probably because my spiritual roots have been removed..."

Spirit root removed?
Zhao Lang was taken aback.

All creatures in the prehistoric world have the opportunity to cultivate.

However, cultivation also depends on talent.

If the spiritual root is excellent, it will get twice the result with half the effort.

If there is no spiritual root, no matter how hard you try, it will be in vain.

The removal of the spiritual root is far more cruel than destroying the heel.

Yun Jianzhong is only in his early twenties, who on earth would treat him like this?
With a sweep of his mind, Zhao Lang began to see the causal cycle from him.

After a while, Master was furious!
(End of this chapter)