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Chapter 102 Zhao Zheng: Are you...a stumbling block? (Please subscribe!)

Midnight,

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse,

On the way to Jiuquan Town.

A carriage was walking on the official road,

Inside the carriage.

"Don't throw it away, okay?"

Taoist Priest Yimei looked helplessly at Zhao Zheng, who had been tossing the ocean around from time to time since getting on the carriage.

"I'm telling fortunes!"

"Oh, guess... wait, you use the ocean to tell fortunes?" Taoist priest Yimei frowned at the ocean in Zhao Zheng's hand.

"What? No? It's just money, just like copper coins!" Zhao Zheng said strangely. Taoist Priest Yimei nodded expressionlessly upon hearing this. Yes, what you said is right.

Nothing wrong with it at all! Thinking about it, he looked at Zhao Zheng strangely: "Azheng, how long have you been my eldest brother as your disciple?"

"If I count on it, it will be four months!"

"Oh……"

okay,

That's for sure,

This guy is a genius!

Taoist priest Yimei glanced at the three pieces of ocean in Zhao Zheng's hand, and was surprised by Zhao Zheng's talent for calculation.

"What do you mean?"

"luck!"

"Ok?"

"My bad luck!"

"The results of it?"

"Slightly worse!"

"Slightly worse?"

"My good luck is gone, and I only have one good luck left!"

Zhao Zheng frowned slightly. This hexagram appeared twice before and after. Once was the day when his grandfather wanted to turn him into a zombie, and the other time was the day when Taoist priest Qianhe escorted the royal zombies to arrive!

"..."

People say no!

Taoist Priest Yimei looked at Zhao Zheng helplessly. He felt that his eldest brother Jiu Shu had definitely not taught this boy what was considered bad.

"It's different. My usual luck is either bad or good!" Zhao Zheng shook his head and said, the Taoist priest fell silent, his eyes showed confusion and incomprehension.

No,

Is this human luck?

Realizing that Zhao Zheng was looking at him doubtfully, Taoist Master Yimei was silent for a while and nodded: "Then you should be more careful!"

"I know, so when I got in the car, I used the Plum Blossom Yi Number and the Ziwei Dou Number to do divination, and I also used Qimen to check it!"

"..."

you……

Just be happy!

Taoist priest Yimei thought it would be better to shut up, so Zhao Zheng threw down three more oceans, looked at the ocean divination in his palm, hesitated, and turned to Zhao Bing'er who was driving the carriage.

"Stop for a moment!"

"Ok?"

The Taoist Priest raised his eyebrows and asked inquiringly. He saw Zhao Zheng's footsteps move, and a faint golden Bagua pattern appeared under his feet. Then it hung high and came to Zhao Zheng's palm to rotate.

"..."

Taoist priest Yimei rubbed his eyes, and after realizing that he had read correctly, he took out his compass and looked at it. He was silent for a while and then put away the compass. The scene was so outrageous that he didn't know where to ask.

"There's a roadblock ahead... I can't avoid it!" Zhao Zheng explained with a frown and shouted to Zhao Bing'er to leave.

"Stumbling block?"

Taoist priest Yimei narrowed his eyes, Zhao Zheng nodded and said: "Don't worry, uncle, it's not a big problem. It didn't even change my luck, and it's not that powerful after all..."

"Oh……"

The Taoist priest said with a long eyebrow, expressionless, and the fluctuation in his heart became less and less. He had no other meaning, and he started to get used to it.

The carriage drove for a while, Zhao Zheng closed his eyes and opened them. His Yin Yang Eyes and Heavenly Eyes on standby opened at the same time and looked forward.

"Demon?"

"Demon?"

The Taoist priest was stunned for a moment, and the next second, Zhao Binger stabilized the frightened horse in fear. He saw a weasel at least one meter long standing on the side of the road like a human, looking at him with a smile. "Young man, look..."

"Are you... a stumbling block?"

Zhao Zheng, who opened the curtain, was greatly disappointed when he saw the weasel spirit. He had no other intention. He was already thinking about the whole three whips.

result,

Right here?

The weasel spirit looked at the disappointment in the eyes of the handsome young man in the car window and was stunned. Anger appeared in its beast eyes.

It had no other meaning, it just felt humiliated and was about to continue asking for a title so that the young man could see its power. When it saw the carriage curtain completely opened,

shuh...

An afterimage, like a long black snake, jumped out of the car window and came straight towards it. The speed was so fast that humanized panic appeared on the weasel's face, and the idea of ​​​​retreating just arose in his heart.

boom……

The bright and dazzling golden light suddenly erupted, stinging its eyes with pain, and it couldn't help but scream. Then, the boy's voice came along with the roaring wind.

"Killing God!"

bang...

The fist fell and the face collapsed,

Most of the weasel's face collapsed, and the whole rat screamed and trembled in pain on the ground. Zhao Zheng frowned and removed the golden light illusion mind-stealing spell, with a strange look in his eyes: "It didn't kill him with one punch. It seems that my energy-dispersing and chaotic energy-killing palm It’s not strong enough!”

Although he uses fists, the core is still the divine palm of dispersing essence, chaotic energy, and killing, which can destroy the opponent's essence, energy, and spirit by scattering and killing randomly.

At present, the weasel's soul and head were simply injured, and he lost consciousness for a while, far from death.

"I'm still too weak, so I can only bully and bully a new ghost like Qian..." Zhao Zheng sighed in his heart as he thought about Qian being beaten to death by his killing palm that disperses energy and chaos.

"Forget it, let me help you!"

He raised his big foot and stepped on it, making a click sound, successfully helping the weasel to get out of pain. There was no other way, Mr. Zhao was kind-hearted.

The worst thing you can do is see others suffer!

"..."

No,

Do you call this a gang?

I saw Taoist Priest Yimei, who was about to lift his feet as he stepped off the carriage, stopped and rubbed his eyebrows: "Be careful of its soul..."

Zhao Zheng opened his sleeves and took several talisman papers. He swung it at the weasel's body and with a bang, the weasel successfully evolved into a fire weasel.

Just like the vixen in the past, it evolved towards the gray weasel. Different from the last time, this time Zhao Zheng added the ghost-killing talisman and the soul-killing talisman. He frowned and held back the words.

fine,

No need for him to remind me!

"Let's go!"

Taoist priest Yimei spoke and got on the carriage. Zhao Zheng looked around and made sure that the fire would not get bigger. He took out a calming charm and handed it to Zhao Bing'er, got on the carriage and continued to drive to Jiuquan Town.

It was not until early in the morning, at around 3:00 on November 14th the next day, that Taoist priest Yimei woke up, yawned, and opened the curtain. He saw the Jiuquan Town he was about to arrive, and looked at Zhao who was sleeping with his eyes closed. Zheng: "Almost there!"

"oh oh."

Zhao Zheng opened his eyes and looked outside the car curtain, frowning and saying, "Aren't you sleeping?"

"Sleep? Oh, I don't need to sleep now. I can refresh myself by practicing every day!" Zhao Zheng said.

"Practice?"

"That's right, uncle, weren't you practicing just now?"

"???"

Taoist Master Yimei slowly typed a question mark. When Zhao Zheng replied that he was practicing while walking, sitting and lying down, he fell silent.

Silently reciting the Huang Ting Sutra, Taoist Master Yimou closed his eyes, pretending that he was out of sight and out of mind, until, after a few breaths,

Click...

Tao Heart: ┗(T﹏T)┛

Taoist priest Yimei's face turned pale, his mind was empty, and he didn't think about anything. As for Zhao Zheng, he didn't know Zhao Zheng!

until,

After a few breaths, Taoist priest Yimei maintained his sitting posture and fell towards Zhao Zheng. Zhao Zheng was stunned and reached out to hold his eyes in confusion.

"Sleeping Arhat Fist?"

"..."

Fuck you!

See if I can beat you back!

Taoist priest Yimei spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face turned pale. Zhao Zheng helplessly patted Taoist priest Yimei on the back to comfort him.

"Uncle Master, I asked you to stay in Yizhuang for two more days to recover from your injuries. You can't help it. It's better now. You're in a hurry, so your injuries must be serious again!"

With that said, Zhao Zheng took out the handkerchief from behind and handed it to Taoist Priest Yimei who was no longer stiff. Taoist Priest Yimei was stunned after taking it.

Looking at Zhao Zheng's empty back and the tissue in his hand, Zhao Zheng explained: "This is the pot technique my master gave me!" As he said,

Take out a plate of melon seeds!

"Uncle, do you want to eat?"

"..."

Come here

Just find a place to bury it for me!

(End of this chapter)