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Chapter 1737

Words:2231Update:22/09/01 16:22:24

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Of course, Luo Zheng knew that if he casually made up a story, there would always be some parts that would not hold water.

But the less information he revealed, the lower the possibility of him being exposed. So, it didn't matter whether they believed him or not.

Furthermore, these people were just some God's people, and it was impossible for them to find out anything about him.

Just as Luo Zheng had expected, Little Wu didn't linger on this issue. Instead, he told Luo Zheng that their small village was very far away in the Vast Sky Domain. Even the nearest God's City was very far away. Therefore, he wanted to invite Luo Zheng to stay in Meng Village for the time being.

Meng Village was facing a great enemy, and Luo Zheng was a Divine Warrior. Luo Zheng had expected this kind of invitation. So, Luo Zheng gladly agreed.

Seeing that Luo Zheng had agreed, Little Wu was overjoyed. "My friend, you must be tired after coming all the way here. Ah Wen, go and get two pots of good wine …"

After that, Little Wu opened the big pot in front of him, and a rich meat aroma immediately spread out in the loft.

Luo Zheng had already abstained from eating for a long time, but when he smelled the meat aroma, his appetite was aroused. According to Little Wu's introduction, the meat in the pot was peeled off from the Iron Fang Beast.

As a Divine Realm warrior, he had also abstained from eating. But, eating the meat of this ferocious beast could increase his strength. Although this beast was nothing in the eyes of those True Gods, it was still a precious ingredient among the God's people.

After being polite, Luo Zheng swallowed a few pieces of meat. Immediately, he felt a warm feeling in his body. The energy emitted from this meat was even purer than the energy from the top level ferocious beasts in the Forbidden Land of God!

But, Luo Zheng wasn't surprised. The Forbidden Land of God was the world inside Saint Jiu's body, and the living beings there were created by Saint Jiu's Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi. So, they were still second-level living beings. Although the Iron Fang Beast's level was low, it was still a living being of the same level. It was created from Chaos, and there was still a big difference between them.

After eating and drinking, the people of Meng Village arranged another comfortable loft for Luo Zheng to stay.

Luo Zheng naturally didn't need to sleep. He hadn't forgotten that his Dantian had been sealed …

Along the way, Luo Zheng tried his best to control the golden blood in his body to wash the black lines on his Dantian. These black lines were extremely stubborn. After washing for so long, only two or three black lines were broken, which made Luo Zheng very anxious.

At this stage, Luo Zheng's greatest goal was to recover his strength as quickly as possible. Otherwise, it would be very difficult for him to advance in God's Domain.

And from the looks of it, although the village was peaceful, there was still a great enemy before them. According to what Little Wu had said, there were many martial artists in the Sun Moon Stronghold and there were even Proof of Divinity cultivators, which was the Sector Lord Realm!

It wasn't that Luo Zheng hadn't come into contact with World Lord Realm martial artists in the God Domain. A few years ago in the Forbidden Land of God Refinement, there were quite a number of God Domain geniuses that had been defeated by Luo Zheng. Moreover, they were all from large clans in the God Domain.

However, with his Dantian sealed, Luo Zheng had too few means to rely on. His strength was greatly reduced. Originally, it was not a problem, but now it was a problem for Luo Zheng.

One night passed …

Luo Zheng continued to wash it with his blood, but he only managed to break four black threads. However, there were more than a hundred black threads entwined around it. It seemed that it would take at least a month for it to be done.

"Huff huff …"

"Huff huff …"

"The sword guards the Dantian, the eyes determine the universe, strength meets strength, step on the square!"

At dawn, there was the sound of swords clashing outside the house. Someone was practicing swordsmanship outside.

Luo Zheng got up and opened the door. He saw Little Wu holding a shiny cyan-steel sword and practicing swordsmanship …

Although Luo Zheng didn't recognize that set of swordsmanship, his understanding of swordsmanship had reached the level of "Anatta Sword", which was far beyond the level of a great grandmaster. How sharp was his vision? At a glance, he could see that this set of swordsmanship was quite simple, so simple that it made people's hair stand on end.

It seemed that these divine citizens didn't surpass second-level life forms in all aspects, Luo Zheng thought to himself.

In this universe, let alone a Divine Transformation realm martial artist, even a Life and Death realm or Divine Sea realm martial artist would have reached the level of a great grandmaster in their comprehension of the sword. The swordsmanship they practiced was ever-changing, each with its own subtleties!

But although this Little Wu had a Divine Transformation realm cultivation, the swordsmanship he used was quite ordinary. It was only a variation of the basic swordsmanship, and because of this variation, it was far inferior to the basic swordsmanship in terms of flexibility.

Thinking about it carefully, these divine citizens were born with an innate divine strength. If they could use the heaven and earth origin energy of the Realm of the Gods, then they would be able to open the Divine Sea realm and become a Divine Sea realm powerhouse. This wasn't strange at all.

After all, a Divine Sea realm martial artist in the Realm of the Gods was roughly equivalent to a "Xiantian life form" in the lower realms of the universe. They had just started on the path of martial arts. As for Little Wu, as a Divine Transformation realm martial artist, he had only taken the second step. Moreover, this Little Wu was only an ordinary villager from a remote mountain village. To be able to cultivate to the Divine Transformation realm was already an astonishing talent, so how could he possibly have any good swordsmanship to practice?

Besides Little Wu, there was also a group of sword-wielding children by his side.

These children probably couldn't get their hands on a sword, so they could only use twigs and sticks as substitutes. But, they followed Little Wu's example …

The twigs in the children's hands, if placed in the universe, could be exchanged for a decent quality Saint artifact?

Thinking of this, Luo Zheng suddenly smiled. No matter where you went, there would always be people who were inclined towards the path of martial arts. Then, he walked down the stairs of the loft.

"Be serious!" Little Wu put even more effort into his swordsmanship. As for the children, they couldn't keep up with Little Wu's rhythm and began to sway left and right. The only one who could barely keep up with Little Wu's movements was the little boy who carried Luo Zheng out of the vegetable field last night.

Luo Zheng already knew that this little boy's name was Little Wen. He was Little Wu's younger brother.

Seeing Little Wu's messy footwork, Luo Zheng stood with his hands behind his back and said indifferently, "If you want to practice the sword, you have to practice the footwork first. This mnemonic, 'Take square steps', is wrong. Although the sword is hard, it can also be straight. If you can only take square steps, it will inevitably affect the flexibility of your hands. If your swordsmanship loses its spirituality, then what is the point of practicing the sword? It's better to use a spear! "

Although these words sounded a bit harsh, with Luo Zheng's understanding of the way of the sword, he was completely qualified to make such an evaluation.

However, Little Wu, whose back was facing Luo Zheng, suddenly gave Little Wen a meaningful look!

Little Wen immediately put away the wooden sword in his hand. "Hmph, what nonsense are you talking about? My brother's swordsmanship was learned from Jing Cheng. This' Soaring Eagle Swordsmanship 'is extraordinarily ingenious. How can it lose its spirituality in your mouth?"

Luo Zheng raised his eyebrows slightly. He opened the door and saw Little Wu leading the group of children to practice swordsmanship methodically. He knew that Little Wu had already discussed with them and wanted him to teach them a few moves. He was probably afraid that he wouldn't agree, so he used this method to provoke him.

He stared intently at Little Wen. Although there was a smile in his eyes, a faint aura was released. This aura wasn't enough to kill, but it could give the child a certain amount of pressure.

Little Wen was very scheming, but under Luo Zheng's stare, his expression immediately became flustered and his face turned pale. The other children also stared blankly at Luo Zheng, their faces revealing fear.

Seeing the children's expressions, Luo Zheng's heart softened. Forget it, there was no point in arguing with a group of children. He said to Little Wu, "If you need guidance, just ask. I, Luo Zheng, am not a stingy person. Why bother to belittle me?"

When Little Wu and the other children heard this, their faces were filled with surprise. They had rehearsed for this moment for a long time, but now it seemed that their efforts had been wasted …

Even in the Realm of the Gods, cultivation wasn't something that ordinary Gods could come into contact with.

Golden Cores, cultivation methods, resources, teachers …

To the Gods, these were things that they could only hope for but not reach. As for the legendary Dao Tablets, they were nothing more than legends to the Gods.

Although Luo Zheng wasn't a True God, as a Proof of Divinity martial artist, they naturally didn't want to let him go. It was just that they didn't expect Luo Zheng to be so easy to talk to …

After Luo Zheng finished speaking, his figure flashed slightly. He casually touched Little Wen's hand, and the wooden sword was already in Luo Zheng's hand.

Although this wooden sword was a child's toy, its weight was actually more than ten thousand pounds. Although Little Wen was only seven or eight years old, he was still a God. He couldn't be measured by the eyes of the universe.

"Practice the sword first. Watch carefully!"

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