From Cellar to Throne: Zen's Quest for Immortality

Wang Xiao is a god like figure in everyone's heart. When he was hit out of the wall by the young man, the wind of the sword that originally rolled to Luo Zheng also broke up.

At the same time, they were also quite strange.

Listen to this young man's tone, it seems that he knows Luo Zheng? Want to protect Luo Zheng?

Who knows that when the young man finished this, he just took a cold look at Luo Zheng and shot at the sword wall.

Wang Xiao worked hard in the mountain wall for a while, and then got out of it.

The wrinkled face was full of fierce breath, glared at Luo Zheng, and then walked away.

It can be seen that Wang Xiao wants to swallow Luo Zheng, but the young man has already warned him. Wang Xiao also knows the consequences of his attack on Luo Zheng, so he can only give up for a while.

Anyone can see that Wang Xiao will never give up,

the white robed youths didn't leave with Wang Xiao, and the last white robed youth floated towards Luo Zheng, staring at Luo Zheng with a strange smile on his face, "you're finished, you know? If you leave now, you will be chased by the flag leader of the king. If you cross the sword wall, you will also die. Haha, haha... "

The young man in white robe is the one who just made fun of Wang Ze.

Luo Zheng took a cold look at the young man in white robe and said, "since they are all dead, what's the point of talking such nonsense with me?"

"Because when you enter the sword wall, you may have to trouble me to do it myself. I'm not Wang Ze's kind of waste. If you fall on me, it's better to die than to understand by yourself," the young man in white robes said with a smile.

Luo Zheng's mouth turned slightly. These people are really more and more crazy. He sneered and said: "my life is here all the time. If I have the ability to take it away, it's just that you and Wang Ze are just ordinary goods. They are still not qualified!"

The white robed youth's eyes flashed a cold light, but thinking of Wang Xiao's end, he finally restrained himself. "A arrogant Dalit like you can't live three days in the sword wall. I hope you can come in as soon as possible and remember my name. My name is Zhao Hao!"

After that, he was about to leave with other young men in white robes. All those young men in white robes looked at Luo Zheng with a kind of indifferent eyes. In their hearts, Luo Zheng was no different from the dead, just died early and late.

"Wait!" Luo Zheng suddenly gave a cry.

Zhao Hao turned his head and looked at Luo Zheng strangely. "What's your last word? If you ask for mercy, you won't be spared. Of course, we can't let you go. "

"What's your name?" Luo Zheng asked.

"Zhao Hao," Zhao Hao replied.

"What?" Luo Zheng asked again.

"My name is Zhao..." Zhao Hao answers to the general, and finally understand that Luo Zheng seems to be playing with himself.

Luo Zheng showed a trace of apology on his face, "I'm sorry, I have a bad memory, I can't remember the name of the waste in general."

The crowd under the sword wall burst into laughter.

Yuebaicheng, Qiuyi and other disciples of the academy are also holding back and dare not laugh. Lai Huabei says with a low smile, "I can't see that brother Luo Zheng can play such a trick on people..."

"You want to die!" Zhao Hao's face was tinged with red.

Other young people in white robes also showed their intention of killing. Every time they came to maintain the order of the sword wall, they were all in a daze. This time, Wang Ze was not only killed by this man, but also humiliated by him. How could they bear it?

Seeing that Zhao Hao's momentum was increasing, he was about to fight here. The young man in white robe next to him pulled him and said, "Zhao Hao, Lord Lu just made a move. It's inconvenient for us to kill him here."

Before that, the status of Lord Lu, who had been fighting against Wang Xiao, was absolutely not something that these white robed youths could provoke.

"Don't be impulsive. When he enters the sword wall, we have a hundred ways to kill him," another young man with white robes looks at Luo Zheng and sneers.

Hearing this, Luo Zheng looked at the young man with a smile and asked, "what's your name?"

The young man in white robe was about to answer. Thinking of Luo Zheng's teasing, his face sank slightly and he snorted. These young men in white robe just flew away.

After these people left, Luo Zheng slowed down from mid air.

Wang Shaoqi looks at his brother being killed, and Wang Xiao retreats again. Now he looks like he's hopeless. He's just about to leave secretly with his own people. Luo Zheng suddenly says, "you, wait a minute."

Wang Shaoqi's shoulder was shocked. He turned his head and asked vaguely, "what's the matter..."

The people he brought were also scared. Luo Zheng even killed Wang Zena and other people at will. Where are these people qualified to challenge Luo Zheng?

Luo Zheng stares at Wang Shaoqi and asks, "how much does your sword match the eternal true meaning?"

Wang Shaoqi thought that Luo Zheng would not let him go. He did not expect that what Luo Zheng asked was this. Without thinking, he replied: "twenty, twenty percent..."

"Only 20% Luo Zheng's eyebrows were slightly raised.

This fit is very low. Although the towering sword can't measure the fit, it can be roughly calculated according to the true meaning of the first recitation of Tao.For example, Luo Zhengyi can recite more than 4000 words at a time, and their agreement is about 40%, maybe even higher.

The talent of the young master of the Wang family is so low that he only has 20%.

Even if Wang Shaoqi was placed in Daojian palace, he could only be regarded as a talent of the mean.

When the other disciples heard this, they all felt a slight jump in their hearts. They immediately understood what Luo Zheng meant.

It's absolutely certain that Yiluo Zheng's talent has passed the sword wall. The disciples of the academy have no doubt about it, but what about the others? Qiuyi and yuebaicheng may be able to pass, but it's difficult for dozens of other disciples.

But Wang Shaoqi's degree of fit is only 20%. He also wants to cross the sword wall, which either shows that the difficulty of the sword wall is very low, or that there are other ways to make up for the degree of fit

"If it's only 20%, it should be very difficult to cross the sword wall. I think you're quite sure?" Luo Zheng asked again.

Wang Shaoqi nodded, "it has taken me many years to cultivate the eternal true meaning of sword movement. With my fit, it's really difficult to cross the sword wall, but if you want to get the recognition of the sword wall, it's not only the fit."

The sword wall has been standing here for a long time. As a screening barrier, there will be a lot of unwilling people to study it. Taiyitiangong has turned a blind eye to it, so there are many heresies.

"What else can I do?" Luo Zheng stares at Wang Shaoqi and asks.

Wang Shaoqi's eyes were shining and faltering. Luo Zheng drank lightly and said, "say it!"