Thunder, the most rigid to the yang, is the nemesis of yin and evil things.
At the moment when the thunder talisman condensed, there was a ghost roar in the small building, but this voice was full of fear and impatience.
It's like a beast trapped in a trap, panicked and desperate.
"How is that possible?" Mr. Whitebrow's eyes widened in disbelief.
What did he see?
That blue thunder light that made people's scalps tingle and exuded a terrifying aura almost destroyed his worldview!
Instinctively, he had a bad premonition.
"Curse the evil!" Zhang Heng drank coldly.
As soon as the words fell, the thrown thunder talisman suddenly exploded, and the dazzling tears instantly covered the entire small building, and blue arcs swam, making a crackling explosion.
All the resentful spirits turned around and tried to flee back into the soul flags.
But the thunder followed closely like maggots on the tarsal bones.
Terrible screams continued to sound, and one by one the resentful spirits disappeared, and they had no power to resist at all.
Eventually, all the thunder light condensed and shot out towards the soul flag.
Click!
The soul banner first emitted black smoke, and then a spiderweb-like crack appeared, and Mr. Bai Mei, who was holding the soul flag, was also affected, and the whole person was electrocuted, struggling in the thunder for a long time, and fell to the ground.
The body was still twitching.
Everyone was gasping for air, what did they see?
"He is not Wuzun, he is far more powerful than Wuzun!" Luo Tiancheng's pupils contracted, and every beard of his was trembling.
At this moment, there are no words to describe the shock in his heart, he only has one thought, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, the Luo family must hug Zhang Heng's thigh!
"There is such a character in Jinghai City, and in time, he will inevitably become famous all over the world!" The rich people finally woke up from the shock and fear, and when they looked at Zhang Heng again, they were already full of awe.
Especially Boss Zheng, thinking that he was going to grab something with Zhang Heng just now, he was afraid for a while, and his fat face was sweating.
Hearing the movement, Luo, who rushed up to witness everything, was still frozen, her eyes were complicated, and she grabbed the corner of her clothes tightly.
"It's just a soul banner that doesn't enter the stream, and you dare to take it out and be embarrassed!" Zhang Heng looked at Mr. Bai Mei coldly: If you are not convinced, just come to me! "
"Serve, I serve!" Mr. White Mei stopped pretending to be dead, and slammed to his feet, kneeling on the ground, and smacking his face.
"You destroy my soul and destroy my resentful spirit, I am to blame, if you are not convinced, the sky will thunder!"
He kowtowed repeatedly, and the floor slammed.
It didn't take long for blood to come out.
If anyone were to look into his eyes at this moment, they would surely find that his eyes were full of fear, and he had already lost his bearings.
"This man is already scared." Zhang Heng stopped looking at him and returned to his seat with his hands behind his back.
Luo Tiancheng made a look, and a few bodyguards who could still move came up and carried Mr. Baimei out.
He got up and wanted to talk to Zhang Heng, but he moved his mouth, but found that he didn't know what to say.
If Zhang Heng was just a martial artist, although he was in awe, he still dared to communicate, but now, he was holding a thunderbolt and drawing talismans in the void, killing powerful ghosts and destroying demonic weapons... This pile, one by one, is earth-shattering, but it makes him feel a sense of distance.
Sizzle!
Zhang Heng glanced at Luo Tiancheng, knowing that Rao was his heart, and it still took time to recover.
Since this was the case, he didn't waste any more time, and looked straight at Master He.
"I want this thing."
No one dared to question it, and everyone lowered their eyebrows.
Strength represents everything, and such immortal means have made them deeply impressed, and everyone no longer has the slightest heart to resist, let alone asking for the Futu Mountain, that is, everything they have now must be offered with both hands.
"Immortal Master Zhang!"
Master He gritted his teeth and knelt down.
He didn't say anything else, and banged his head three times.
"Say." Zhang Heng had long seen that he seemed to have some difficulties.
"The immortal master wants Futu Mountain, and the disciple doesn't dare to ask for a penny, so he is willing to give it with both hands!"
"The disciple only asks that the immortal master can solve a difficult matter for the disciple!"
"If the immortal master is willing to help, the disciple is willing to give everything he has!"
His eyes were full of fanaticism, and he looked at Zhang Heng reverently.
Mr. Feng Shui, from a certain point of view, can be regarded as touching the edge of cultivation, and he knows very well what kind of existence he has encountered.
If you can't seize this opportunity, you will regret it for the rest of your life!
"What doesn't the immortal master ask?" Master He was stunned.
"Whatever." Zhang Heng said lightly.
The words are flat, the demeanor is flat, but in just four words, there is an indescribable confidence.
Master He bowed deeply.
"The demeanor of the immortal master, the disciple is impressed."
Naturally, someone packed the Futu Mountain and put it in front of Zhang Heng.
"Medium-grade spirit stones." There was a faint hint of excitement in Zhang Heng's deep eyes.
This large piece of medium-grade spirit stone is naturally not, what he really cares about is the meaning of this spirit stone.
This shows that on the earth, there are spiritual stone veins!
In other words, he wants to restore the cultivation of the Immortal Venerable, and he is not a fool's dream.
Master He stood behind Zhang Heng and stood with his hands down, like a servant.
But his face was not only not humiliated, but full of excitement.
"The immortal master who can draw talismans in the void, this is an immortal figure, Fu Yuan! It's definitely a blessing for me! His body trembled slightly with excitement.
When the rich saw this scene, they were slightly awkward.
Master He is notoriously arrogant, relying on his feng shui skills, shuttling between the powerful, sometimes putting up a score, and even not giving face to some high-ranking officials.
And at this moment, all dignity has been left behind.
It's just that they didn't look down on him, but were a little jealous.
"This old bastard, but it's lucky, so he got into the immortal master." The rich people are very hot, and if they can, they also want to offer Zhang Heng as an ancestor.
"Dare to ask the immortal master, I don't know if I have anything you can see here." Boss Zheng plucked up the courage to stand up and wanted to sell his baby.
He woke everyone up, and for a moment everyone recommended themselves.
"Immortal Master, look at my baby!"
"I have a thing, a national treasure that I bought from abroad for 200 million, if you like it, I am willing to give it with both hands."
"What are you, my family's ancestral treasure is ten times better than you!"
Everyone fought for it, but it made Zhang Heng look a little funny.
"No need." Zhang Heng got up.
He carried the box containing Futu Mountain and walked out step by step.
"Congratulations to the Immortal Master." Master He gave up.
"Congratulations to the Immortal Master!" The others hurriedly followed.
They looked at Zhang Heng who was far away, and they had mixed feelings in their hearts.
Wu Zun is powerful, but they are the top rich people who have been on the Rose Princess, and they have also seen people at the level of Wu Zun.
However, this immortal master's methods are ten times better than that of Wu Zun.
That kind of demeanor, like a god and a demon.
"The name of Immortal Master Zhang of Jinghai will spread all over Kyushu in a few days!" A thought pops into the minds of many people.
When they went downstairs, Zhang Heng and Luo still passed by.
He bowed his head slightly and smiled.
No matter what the purpose, Luo still handed him a note, which was the kindness she released, this trace of affection, Zhang Heng remembered.
But he didn't know that his polite smile had deeply stabbed Luo Yi.
She bit her lip, remorse in her heart.
In fact, she had long known that Zhang Heng was no longer that gentlemanly, ridiculous waste young master, and his ability had already brought her an indescribable shock.
Especially today, Luo still suddenly found that in front of him, he seemed to have only the qualifications to look up.
From the fanatical and awe-inspiring eyes of these rich people, it can be seen what kind of person Zhang Heng is today?
The distance between them, getting farther and farther away.
"If I hadn't refused... she regretted to the extreme, and two lines of tears fell.
Zhang Heng, who had an unexpected gain, was in a good mood, he didn't stay too long, and went home directly.
Jiang Hongli went out, and there was no one at home.
For Zhang Heng, this is a good thing.
He returned to his room, locked the door, and took out the so-called "Futu Mountain".
"Messy stuff." With a casual wave of his hand, he erased the masterpiece carved by the top carver on Lingshi Mountain.
"Yes." Zhang Heng nodded in agreement.
He took a deep breath and stretched out a finger to rest on the spirit stone.
Cultivation, finally about to break through!