Not long!

Cheng Buzheng also chose to say goodbye and leave.

certainly.

The matter could not be done, so the two storage bags on the desktop were naturally taken back by Cheng Buzheng!

I have been living in the world of immortal cultivation for many years!

Cheng Buzheng still has this shame.

Immediately.

Cheng Buzheng went back to the secret room and asked Xiaohou to continue practicing.

Incarnate as a puppet, naturally guarding it in the secret room.

In the blink of an eye, a year has passed!

This day.

A purple stream of light rose into the sky from the Thunder Island and went straight into Qingming!

Between the sky!

In the purple streaming light that penetrates the sky...

In a vague way, you can see a monster of a large size and a figure sitting cross-legged on the monster!

That person was Cheng Buzheng who left Lei Island not long ago!

The monster sitting down is naturally his spirit beast, the Thunder Roar Beast!

After a year of cultivation, Xiaohou did not break through to the fourth level, but he did not gain anything.

At least!

The surging demonic power in Xiaohou's body was a little more pure than before.

Although this is not very helpful for future breakthroughs, it can also reduce the time it takes to break through.

Cheng Buzheng sat cross-legged on Xiaohou's spacious back, and silently pondered in his heart, what suitable thunder spirit lands are there in Zhenhai League?

The flowing light flies!

Half a month later, a purple stream of light slid from the sky.

The inspiration dissipates!

A ferocious monster and a cold middle-aged man sitting cross-legged on the back of the monster showed his figure.

A flash of inspiration!

The figure appeared on the flat ground and reached out to touch the spiritual beast bag around her waist.

The little roar turned into a stream of light with a reluctance and sank into the bag around the waist of the middle-aged monk.

Immediately.

Cheng Buzheng did not stop and walked directly to the direction where the immortal city was.

Didn't go much far.

A ray of inspiration fell from the sky, blocking Cheng Buzheng's way.

See this.

Cheng Buzheng did not hesitate at all, and he gently pressed his feet, like a flash of lightning, retreating.

He looked at the inspiration in front of him with a look of vigilance.

The spiritual light dissipated, revealing a real person wearing the Immortal Alliance.

soon!

The vigilance in Cheng Buzheng's eyes dissipated, and the slightly frown brow also stretched out.

It is precisely because of this that he is wearing the costumes of the Immortal Alliance Supervision Hall.

after all!

It is impossible for cultivators from the Immortal Alliance to attack monks on the Immortal Island.

The most important thing is that this person is still the cultivation that Cheng Buzheng knows.

good!

This is the real person Chaoyang!

Cheng Buzheng felt something in his heart, as if he had thought of something?

Before he could wait, Cheng Buzheng thought about it more, and a slightly rapid voice came.

"This fellow Taoist has no malice!"

When Chaoyang Zhenren saw the cold and fierce middle-aged monk, he quickly explained.

Then he said:

"I just want to ask you a question?"

Even so!

Cheng Buzheng, who had a superb interpretation, immediately frowned and looked at the other party, and said calmly:

"Fellow Taoist please speak!"

Hearing words.

Chaoyang Zhenren said without any hesitation:

"Has the sermon begun by the Venerable sermon?"

now!

He felt uneasy.

Extremely hope that the Venerable has not preached, but he also knows how small the possibility is.

Even though Chaoyang Zhenren knew how slim the hope was, she still wanted to verify it.

now!

Chaoyang Zhenren looked at Cheng Buzheng seriously, as if the other party was his life-saving straw.

Obviously!

He could not see through the middle-aged monk in front of him, it was Cheng Buzheng who had performed a mission with him.

Although he could not recognize Cheng Buzheng, Cheng Buzheng could know him.

Cheng Buzheng frowned slightly when he heard this and said lightly:

"Do you, fellow Taoist, don't you know that it has been several years since the Venerable of Moving Island preached in Xianmeng City?"

What!

The face of Chaoyang Zhenren changed, and his eyes were filled with disbelief.

But he knew that this was most likely true.

Just a little inquiry and you will know!

There is no need to deceive the Jindan monk in front of him.

What's more!

He was wearing the costume of the Immortal Alliance Supervision Hall, and ordinary monks had no courage to deceive him in this irrelevant matter.

Therefore, he knew that what this person said must be true.

On the other side.

When Cheng Buzheng saw Chaoyang Zhenren, he looked in a distraught look, shook his head and walked directly to the fairy city ahead.

After a long time.

Chaoyang Zhenren above the wilderness murmured:

"Eight years!"

"Spend a lot of treasures, and it ends up being in vain!"

He thought that in recent years, in order to arrive at the fairy city as soon as possible, he consumed a lot of treasures, and only came back in just eight years!

Unexpectedly, it was late in the end.

And it was several years late.

Everything has long passed.

"Zhao Han!"

Chaoyang Zhenren, with a cold face, two cold words popped out between her teeth.
To be continued...