Chapter 667 Son of Righteousness

Chapter 667, yizi

"I really can't... I won't bother you. Just give me a little money and get rid of me, will you? I'm not your son anyway." Liu Hong said with a sad face, the purpose of his visit to Zheng Yun is really not to endure hardships!

"You have no choice." Zheng Yun grabbed Liu Hong, threw him next to the Xiaotianquan, and said, "From now on, he will be your master. I will teach you the skills later and let him guide you."

"What? Ask me to learn martial arts from a dog?" Liu Hong's face was pale, as if he had seen the bleak future of his life.

"What happened to the dog? Dogs can't be your masters?" The Xiaotianquan did not dare to refute Zheng Yun's order. They had accepted the fact that they were the master of this guy from the bottom of their hearts, but didn't expect this guy to look down on them?

The Xiaotianquan turned into a handsome man with white lips and a third eye, "Actually, I am erlang zhenjun. Are you willing to be my disciple now?"

"Are you erlang god?" Liu Hong exclaimed.

"No, he's just a dog." Zheng Yun said, "Change back. I'm going back."

"Yes, boss." Xiaotianquan immediately returned to its original form, carrying Zheng Yun and liu hongfei with a sad face.

Back at the Zheng Yun building, he took a blank book, and Zheng Yun quickly wrote a secret book of martial arts, which was the practice of martial arts in the Anonymous Technique, but did not talk about the part of magic. These were the most important secrets, and Zheng Yun did not want liu hong to get too close to the secret of the Anonymous Technique, so it was better not to teach.

He told the Xiaotianquan to take liu hong to a quiet place to brainwash him, and then Zheng Yun continued to meet his relatives.

Before Jian Xin recovered from his injuries, Zheng Yun would not have the idea of entering the underground monuments for the time being.

Zheng Yun was mainly worried that if he entered the underground monuments, slow down the Nan Tianzong thing and repeat it again, it would really be a headache, so Zheng Yun worked hard to help those who came to seek help, while at the same time for the heart of the sword and Shanshan to write the appropriate sword and practice skills, and also to refine some powerful magic weapons.

As for the materials for the refining, Xiaotianquan, a traitor to the Xiaotianquan, solved the problem perfectly. It moved all the inventory out of the company directly. Jian Xin and Shanshan split the two of them in half.

Half a month later, in a huge furnace, Jian Xin continued to cast a spell on the furnace as he said solemnly, "It's almost time to get out of the furnace! Zheng Yun!"

"Sure." A voice suddenly came from the furnace, and it was Zheng Yun's voice.

Because there was no magic power around him, Zheng Yun did not have much help in Jian Xin's refining, so he decided to enter the furnace and help Jian Xin do the most important step, which was to refine the sword.

Holding a huge hammer in his hand, his whole body was roasted in tens of thousands of degrees of fire. Zheng Yun, naked, raised the hammer directly and hit a flying sword in front of him fiercely.

"Knock!" The vibration instantly resounded through the entire furnace, and the whole furnace actually cracked a crack!

"You're pushing too hard! Be gentle! This is the third furnace. If it breaks down again, there will be no stock left!" Jian Xin didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Zheng yun rolled his eyes, slowed down again and hit the flying sword.

With the continuous pounding, Zheng Yun's grasp of power had slowly reached the level of lifting a heavy weight as light as a light weight. Whether zheng yun wanted it or not, he could not be promoted to the stage of apotheosis in a short time, so he could only fight with his body.

But every time, he couldn't control his strength. He could destroy everything around him. Zheng Yun didn't want it to be like this, so helping the heart of the sword to hammer the sword not only helped her, but also helped her to control her strength.

This time, Zheng Yun did not accidentally break the furnace and raised the sword in his hand. Zheng Yun casually bit his finger and wiped a line on the sword with a bloody wound.

Zheng Yun's blood was beating wildly on the sword, as if he wanted to come back, but Zheng Yun's wound had recovered, so they could not come back, so they could only stay in the sword body helplessly, absorbed the power from the blood by the sword body.

Ever since the fusion of divine, spiritual, physical, regular, magical, six powers, and the micro universe, Zheng Yun's body could really be considered as tang monk's flesh. This was not an exaggeration, but a real bite to prolong his life, provided that he had the ability to digest it. As for immortality... It was probably impossible, unless zheng yunxiu reached the path of harmony.

After all, as a strong man who had once stood at the peak of the cataclysmic period, Zheng Yun was well aware of his own situation. Even the cultivators of the cataclysmic period could live for at most a hundred thousand years, with the exception of the yan demon, who had a god list to provide him with a life span and passed it down from generation to generation.

"All right, let's start the sacrifice." Zheng Yun put the flying sword in the air, and he opened the furnace and walked out.

Jian Xin did not care about the naked Zheng Yun in front of him and nodded slightly, "Thank you for your hard work."

Zheng Yun put on his clothes and smiled, "Then I'll wait for your good news. I have to see how my son is doing."

Jian Xin glanced at Zheng Yun and said, "Okay."

Seeing Zheng Yun leave, Jian Xin's face flashed with dissatisfaction and said in a mosquito like voice, "When I cross over to the past... You will personally teach your own son."

"And my son." Jian Xin's mouth revealed an intoxicating smile, as if he had been immersed in the most beautiful fantasy.

Walking out of the refining room where Jian Xin was refining his new flying sword, Zheng Yun walked to the training ground outside, where the Xiaotianquan, which had become erlang zhenjun, was leisurely playing chess with an old man from the Xiaotianquan, who was sitting next to Liu Hong, who was clenching his teeth and carrying at least 100 tons of iron on his shoulder.

Liu Hong's talent was not very bad or very good, but under the guidance of Zheng Yun and the Xiaotianquan, with the abundant spirit of heaven and earth on earth, in less than half a month, he had reached the peak of the qi refining period and was striding forward to the stage of the primordial spirit.

Seeing Zheng Yun walk out, Liu Hong suddenly showed a grimace and said, "My godfather... I'm... I can't hold it anymore!"

"Tsk tsk, young man, you can't hold on anymore? I haven't added anything for you yet." The elder of the Xiaotianquan, who was playing chess with the Xiaotianquan, could not help but sneer.

The Xiaotianquan glanced at Liu Hong and, a little more directly, a huge iron block flew out from the side and hit the iron block on Liu Hong's shoulder.