Mr. Gu, my wife went to register you again.

Chapter 1121 Poster (page 12)

The area behind Han Ze had already turned into an endless sea of ​​fire. Even if someone investigated, Han Ze believed that they would not be able to find any evidence.

Luo Zheng was breathing heavily, with some blood stains on his thin body.

Han Ze did not answer Luo Zheng's question, but smiled and said, "Did you crawl all the way here?"

At this time, Luo Zheng looked extremely embarrassed. The pants on his feet had been worn out and one of his shoes was missing. It was obvious that he had suffered a lot in order to get to this place.

"I..." Luo Zheng didn't know how to answer.

Han Ze placed his hands behind his back, and there was a wave of fluctuation, and then a small bottle of ninth-grade medicinal liquid appeared.

"Drink this." Han Ze threw the ninth grade medicinal liquid to Luo Zheng, then turned and left.

Now that he has obtained the spiritual mine, there is no need for him to stay any longer.

It’s not a waste of time to break through the iron shoes.

Han Ze never imagined that there would be such a small half-square spirit mine here. This was his biggest surprise in the past few days.

Boom!

At this moment, Luo Zheng suddenly fell to his knees heavily on the ground.

Han Ze's footsteps suddenly stopped as he left.

"Please accept me as your disciple." Luo Zheng said one word after another, and then kowtowed three times to Han Ze's back.

Han Ze was silent.

"Please accept me as your disciple." Luo Zheng said loudly, banging his head on the hard concrete road.

A strange light flashed in Han Ze's eyes.

"Please accept me as your disciple." Luo Zheng looked at Han Ze's back, tears glistening in his eyes, and his forehead was damaged, with blood spilling out.

Han Ze took a deep breath and said, "I have never accepted a disciple."

With that said, Han Ze slowly turned around and said, "Besides, why should I accept you as my disciple?"

Over the past ten thousand years, countless geniuses from all races in the universe have wanted to become Han Ze's sect, but no one has succeeded. Other supreme beings have disciples all over the world, but Han Ze is still alone. He has not established his own sect and has not established his own sect. He did not pass on his mantle.

Han Ze's eyes when he looked at Luo Zheng were no longer as clear as a young man's, but contained endless vicissitudes and sadness, which were the accumulation of thousands of years of time.

Luo Zheng was slightly startled, and said firmly, "Because I won't let you down."

Han Ze's expression froze, he didn't expect Luo Zheng to give such an answer.

Then Han Ze waved his hand, and Luo Zheng was supported by an invisible force and stood up: "That's a satisfactory answer, but I won't accept you as my disciple just because of your words."

When Luo Zheng heard this, there was a trace of disappointment in his eyes.

Han Ze continued: "But I can make you a registered disciple."

After hearing this, Luo Zheng's eyes lit up. He wanted to kowtow to Han Ze again, but Han Ze stopped him. In the end, he had to clasp his fists at Han Ze and say, "Thank you, Master."

Han Ze nodded, then grabbed Luo Zheng and said, "Change the place where we talk."

Han Ze's figure flashed and disappeared.

Here, there is only a sea of ​​fire filling the sky, burning the past.

In a secluded valley, Han Ze put Luo Zheng down.

Luo Zheng is thin. He has been malnourished since he was a child. His hair is withered and yellow. He looks weak and far inferior to his peers.

But Han Ze knew that this boy was extremely strong and strong, otherwise it would not have been possible for him to carry nearly a hundred kilograms of tools on his back and go deep into the mine thousands of meters with him.

"Do you want to become a cultivator?" Han Ze asked.

"What is a cultivator?" Luo Zheng was puzzled.

For ordinary people living in modern times like Luo Zheng, cultivators are indeed extremely distant and mysterious existences. Everyone has heard more or less rumors about them, but they don't know much about them.

"A cultivator?" Han Ze had a smile on his lips, "A cultivator is a person who wants to transcend himself and the world, but in the end abandons himself and the world, and is also abandoned by himself and the world."

Luo Zheng looked confused. What Han Ze said was too profound for him.

"I don't want to transcend myself and the world." Luo Zheng shook his head, "I just want to have the strength to rectify the injustices I see."

Luo Zheng's eyes were firm, as bright as stars.

Growing up at the bottom of society, Luo Zheng saw too many injustices.

Han Ze smiled bitterly.

Having lived for more than 10,000 years, Han Ze naturally knew that there were so many injustices. Even in his heyday, he could not rectify all the injustices he saw.

However, Han Ze didn't want to undermine Luo Zheng's confidence, so he said, "In that case, I'll teach you a breathing technique. You can write it down first."

When Luo Zheng heard this, he immediately cheered up.

Han Ze passed all the first part of the Imperial Dao Jue he created to Luo Zheng.

The first chapter of the Imperial Way focuses on training the body, but those who are not determined in character cannot persevere.

What surprised Han Ze was that Luo Zheng had a very high level of understanding and quickly memorized all the scriptures.

"I'll teach you the body training method again." After saying that, Han Ze opened his body.

When Luo Zheng saw this, he didn't dare to be careless. He immediately followed Han Ze and started making moves one after another.

On this day, all the children of the Fang family in the capital were summoned back.

"Fifth clan old Fang Shang is dead." An old man spoke at the front of the hall with a solemn expression.

After his words fell, everyone was shocked.

Because Fang Shang not only holds a high position in the family, but is also powerful enough to rank among the top three in the family. It can be said that there are few opponents in the world today.

"Do you want to report this matter inside?" Another old man said, frowning slightly.

Below, no one from the Fang family dared to speak, they all listened quietly.

"If this matter cannot be resolved after half a year, it will not be too late to report it." The leader of the old man said, "But in this half year, we must use all our strength to kill that person, otherwise how can our Fang family gain a foothold in the capital!"

As the old man spoke, a terrifying aura emanated from him.

In Nandu, Shen Changming also got the news.

For a big family like theirs, they would spy on every slightest sign of trouble from other big families, let alone such a big event.

"Cangzhi, I'm afraid you will encounter a terrifying opponent this time." Shen Changming said seriously. Although he had seen Han Ze's power, he never imagined that even a strong man like Fang Shang, who had been famous for decades, was not Han Ze. Ze's opponent.

"It doesn't matter." Opposite Shen Changming, a young man in his early twenties spoke. His eyes were brighter than the stars in the sky, and he had an indescribable momentum: "I also got something during this mission. After the breakthrough, I can definitely reach that point. Once I come out of seclusion, I will go see you."

In Yuncheng, in the military compound, Su Zhenbang was even more shocked when he heard the news and crushed the tea cup in his hand.

"What? He actually killed Fang Shang?" Su Zhenbang was a little unbelievable, because when he first entered the army, Fang Shang was already a god-like existence in everyone's mouth.