One person: Let you take charge of the Tianshi Mansion and become an immortal?

Chapter 82 Shattered the Void, shocking Zhang Zhiwei for a whole year!

on the road.

Zhang Zhiwei also felt a dull pain in his body.

Recalling what happened just now, he couldn't help but look angry.

Regardless of how this immortal method was comprehended.

As his eldest disciple, after receiving the immortal magic, he first did not tell himself about this master, but instead kept himself in the dark!

He almost made a fool of himself!
Zhang Zhiwei snorted coldly.

When they arrived at Zhang Qianhe's residence.

Zhang Zhiwei suddenly stopped and looked forward.

I saw Zhang Qianhe looking at him with a smile.

"You villain!"

"How many things have been hidden from me, and you have to tell me the truth today!"

Zhang Zhiwei looked evil.

Looking at the other person's smiling face, the more I think about it, the angrier I get.

I don’t know what kind of things I have cultivated over the past few decades.

He cursed secretly in his heart.

And Zhang Qianhe was not angry either.

"Master, come in first and then talk."

Zhang Qianhe walked out of the door to greet him.

He naturally knew the purpose of Master coming to him.

There was such a big movement in Longhu Mountain just now, it was impossible for Zhang Qianhe not to notice it.

He knew that Master would definitely come to look for him soon.

After seeing the fluctuations in the distance gradually calming down, I waited here.

Zhang Qianhe just stretched out his hand.

Zhang Zhiwei snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves and walked in without looking at him.

see.

Zhang Qianhe smiled bitterly and followed behind his master.

Entering the room, Zhang Zhiwei sat on the stool, looking at the other party quietly, waiting for the other party's explanation.

"Tell me, what's going on with those magical skills of yours?"

"It's those weird skills that you taught to your junior brothers and sisters. What kind of qigong are they, and they are also steady methods."

"If you don't explain it clearly to me today, don't blame me for being ruthless as a teacher!"

The more he talked, the angrier Zhang Zhiwei became, as if he was going to kill his relatives out of justice.

"Master, actually this technique was taught to me by an immortal in a dream."

Zhang Qianhe looked serious, "Just a few months ago, I suddenly had a dream. I dreamed of an old man with a white beard coming down from the fairy world..."

He looked so determined and explained unhurriedly.

But just a while later.

Zhang Zhiwei suddenly shook his sleeves.

"Stop, stop, stop!" "Stop talking nonsense to me!"

"Do you think I'll believe it?"

"Old man with a gray beard, I think your Alzheimer's disease is worse than mine!"

Hear this.

Zhang Qianhe couldn't help but touch his nose and stopped explaining.

Of course he didn't think Zhang Zhiwei would believe it, but he wanted Zhang Zhiwei to know that he didn't want to talk about it.

If you force him, you can only make up some stories to fool him.

And Zhang Zhiwei also understands this truth.

But I was a little angry and had to ask clearly.

"Master, please don't worry."

Zhang Qianhe laughed and said, seeing his master getting angry again, he quickly reached out and waved his hand.

Suddenly a green light circulated.

The aura containing endless vitality filled the air, circled in the air, and entered Dao Zhang Zhiwei's body.

The latter's eyes narrowed and he subconsciously wanted to resist.

But soon his eyes became weird.

Zhang Zhiwei felt that the moment this light entered his body, all injuries were healed.

The internal injuries caused by the competition with the disciples just now were wiped away in an instant.

Even the Tao Xing burned by him recovered quickly.

In just a few breaths, his condition reached its peak again, and there were no longer any problems.

"This……"

Zhang Zhiwei was surprised.

Looking at each other in disbelief.

His injury, which may have taken him months or even years to recover from, was healed in just a short moment?

"Master, what do you think of this technique?"

Zhang Qianhe smiled lightly.

Followed by.

There is no time for Zhang Zhiwei to ask questions.

Zhang Qianhe waved his hand again, and a sharp sword light flashed.

The void was shattered in an instant.

Zhang Zhiwei's pupils shrank suddenly, and the moment he saw the sword light, he even felt the threat of death.

And it is a death that cannot be resisted and cannot be avoided!
It was dozens of times stronger than all the attacks he felt during the previous competition!
Zhang Qianhe did not explain and waved again.

Suddenly, a figure came from the void, and his figure gradually became clearer.

An old man wearing a white Taoist robe, with white hair and beard, and a grooved face walked out.

A gleam flashed in his eyes, and he looked like a fairy. He held a fly whisk and bowed to Zhang Zhiwei unhurriedly.

"Brother Dao, stay safe."

(End of this chapter)