The heavens, start from one person

Chapter 66 The World of Cultivators
Unknowingly, the world slowed down, and after a month, Zhao Lizheng finally stabilized his realm.

Although the matter of absorbing the realm is fast, it is not stable enough.

As the saying goes, haste makes waste, this kind of thing is not just about cultivating immortals, even in other places.

Zhao Lizheng walked out of the dense forest, and the sunlight outside shone on his head. He hadn't seen sunlight for a long time, and it was even a little dazzling for a while.

With a thought in his mind, the flying sword landed and floated in front of him. This month, he was not only consolidating his realm, but also completely controlling the plundered flying sword.

It's a pity that the so-called fragments of the spirit sword on the young man who was killed was only a way to control the spirit sword, and there were not many moves at all.

This greatly disappointed Zhao Lizheng!
With his strength, just manipulating the flying sword for a simple attack cannot bring him much substantial improvement.

But this is the symbol of a cultivator after all, Zhao Lizheng did not give up after thinking about it, and still practiced to a certain extent.

He stepped on the spirit sword, drove the spirit sword forward, and soon he gradually rose and leaped into the air.

The fierce wind blew his cheeks, and he didn't know where to go at the moment, he just wanted to find a place with many people and have fun.

Soon he found a town, made a decisive decision, and quickly jumped down, landing on the outskirts of the town.

The long smoke was rising, and the road was marked with ruts. Zhao Lizheng put away the spirit sword and carried it behind his back, and walked into the town slowly.

The town is not big, but once you enter it, there are a lot of people, there are men and women, two or three people stand side by side, they talk to themselves, and the clothes of each team are also different.

They exuded a floating aura, and the people in the room looked up, watching these people fearfully.

Obviously, these groups of two or three are all cultivators, and the people in the room are mortals. When they look at these cultivators, they regard them as immortals, and they are naturally in awe.

And these people looked at these mortals with contempt and indifference. In their eyes, these people were like ants and moths.

As soon as Zhao Lizheng appeared, everyone's eyes fell on him. There was no other reason. Zhao Lizheng didn't wear any Zongmen costumes. Here, everyone is a Zongmen disciple, and there are no casual cultivators.

Zhao Lizheng walked past each of them, turning a blind eye to these people, and slowly walked into a shop selling wine and meat.

"What do you need to go to...go to immortality?"

The shopkeeper quickly came over, rubbing his hands, although there was an unwritten rule not to interfere with the lives of mortals, the gap between mortals still made the shopkeeper very humble.

"If you have some cooked meat, the wine will be waived. If you want some vegetables, that's fine!"

Zhao Lizheng said this politely, the shopkeeper quickly agreed, and soon the food was served.

Zhao Lizheng feasted on it, even if he was a cultivator, he couldn't let go of the taste of these foods. The eyes of the people outside were on Zhao Lizheng's back, muttering something.

Zhao Lizheng just sneered at this and ignored it.

After eating and drinking enough, Zhao Lizheng took away some meat, and then he remembered that he didn't have any money with him, so he took out two pills in extreme embarrassment.

"This is the elixir that I usually eat in practice. I don't bring any money, so I'll give you these two elixirs as money to offset the meat!"

After Zhao Lizheng finished speaking, the storekeeper showed an unbelievable expression, he took it with both hands tremblingly and said: "Yes, is it true? Shangxian, thank you Shangxian for giving me the fairy fate!"

The store owner knelt down to thank him, which surprised Zhao Lizheng.

Zhao Lizheng obviously didn't adapt well to being a cultivator. For mortals, regardless of their cultivation level, they are all immortals, and the things used by immortals are all immortal fate.

The moment Zhao Lizheng gave the elixir, the eyes of the people outside the door turned red. They worked hard in the sect and could only receive one pill a month, but Zhao Lizheng gave two pills to ordinary people, how could they not be jealous.

This is also because Zhao Lizheng doesn't have much idea about these items in the realm of comprehension, or his own strength is strong enough, so there is no need to feel bad about these things.

After finishing all this, Zhao Lizheng walked out slowly, and walked out of the town under the eyes of everyone. He didn't like the feeling of being stared at by people, it was really uncomfortable.

Looking at Zhao Lizheng who was gradually going away, they talked one after another, and a woman in Tsing Yi, a man and a woman, said: "This casual cultivator does not seem to be weak!"

The man nodded. The meaning of his nod was to affirm Zhao Lizheng's strength, and to express that he would not take action against him.

After all, if you attack a casual cultivator who can't see their strength clearly, isn't that just looking for death!

"Don't look, that person, the twelfth level of the Qi refining period! You wait here for a while, I will catch up!"

A young man in black said with a cold aura, which made many monks present look stunned. They all recognized the sect from which the young man in black came.

Heng Yue faction!
Apart from the purple-clothed disciples of the Hengyue faction, the black-clothed disciples are the most powerful. The moment his figure leaped, another figure leaped out.

Everyone's hearts froze, and the other two who followed the black-clothed disciple of Hengyue Sect showed displeasure.

"This senior brother clearly wants to monopolize the belongings of this casual cultivator. He really relied on his strength and didn't even give us the soup!"

As one person spoke, the other nodded in agreement.

The faces of the other people darkened. They couldn't see Zhao Lizheng's level of strength, but the black-clothed monk could tell that he was strong enough at a glance. In this way, the judgment was judged. Naturally, the black-clothed monk had no part in taking action.

And there was another person who jumped out. Originally, they wanted to group up and besiege Zhao Lizheng, so there was no chance!

At this moment, Zhao Lizheng was leaping with the spirit sword, and he suddenly felt someone chasing him behind him, and he couldn't help showing a smile on his face.

"It seems that someone really wants to die!"

As Zhao Lizheng opened his mouth, he heard a voice behind him.

"Gravity!"

Zhao Lizheng was taken aback when he heard the words, and immediately before his eyes was the scene of countless boulders falling on him and drowning him.

This scene appeared, and then the picture disappeared, which made Zhao Lizheng smile knowingly. He didn't dodge. The next moment, rocks fell on him.

Boom!
His figure was smashed to the ground by the rocks, and Zhao Lizheng's body was smashed into the rocks.

Then a figure fell down, it was the monk in black. He stared at the center of the stone pile, and suddenly heard Zhao Lizheng's voice.

"Shen Luo Tianzheng!"

boom!
Countless gravels were blown away, blowing towards him, which shocked the monk in black!

"Gravity!"

(End of this chapter)