Looking at the earnest words and flashing eyes of the people around him, Zeng Rong suddenly felt a little afraid and panic. He had no choice but to think of a famous saying on the Internet: "Never let others say 'sorry' to you, because that does not mean remorse and apologize. The apologist will only make an instinctive choice to be even more sorry. Anyway, I'm already 'sorry', so it's better to do it more thoroughly..."

"Master of Taoism..." said almost moaning. Zeng Rong instinctively looked around for the pillar of his spirit. His eyes frozen on Zhu Peng, whose expression was obviously cold and unhappy. He whispered eagerly, "Master of Taoism saved me..."

"I am a monk, and I jumped out of the world, so I don't like being represented by others. The Sanqing Taoist children don't need anything. The inheritance of Taoism lies in spirit and knowledge. If there is no deep understanding and cognition, I will not be me, and Tao will not be Tao." Zhu Peng spoke while walking straight towards Zheng Zha. As he passed, he had a cold and fierce aura that made Zhan Lan and Mougang and others instinctively retreat and disperse, allowing Zhu Peng to walk straight to Zheng Zha.

"The main god can directly pour knowledge into your mind. There is no problem with understanding and cognition, right?" Zheng Zha also saw that although Zhu Peng's expression was calm, he was obviously very unhappy. His body naturally made a faint defensive posture. After only three days of exercise, the man had already practiced some things to an almost instinctive level. His qualifications were of high talent and strong talent, and he was indeed outstanding.

"Recording knowledge into your mind does not mean that understanding is not the same as understanding. The same principle is slightly different from the depth and direction of everyone's understanding. It is meaningless to say that it is not a word for forced transfer, and it is easy to draw a tiger and not look like a dog-like dog. It is like my outfit, would it be appropriate if it was worn on you?" While speaking, Zhu Peng pointed to the Taoist robe on his body and pointed at Zheng Zha.

At this time, Zheng Zha seemed to have strengthened his vampire bloodline. The young man who was originally just a handsome young man now showed a sense of evil charm in his handsomeness. Although it was not obvious, it would be funny if he wore Zhu Peng's elegant Taoist robe. The Taoist robe was appropriate and moderately integrated on Zhu Peng's body. No matter whether it is good or evil, it can show a Taoist romance. But if he was wearing Zheng Zha at this time, he would probably feel a sense of obvious awkwardness.

It’s not that it’s worse, but that it means discomfort. At this time, Zheng Zha is more suitable for wearing a dark and gorgeous tuxedo, with black hair and fair skin, and a gentle and polite glass with a fishy red color, strolling on the red carpet in the moonlight.

"What's more, although I don't understand the bloodline of vampire, I still have some understanding of Chinese internal strength. I just looked left and right but couldn't see the characteristics of martial arts training in you. If modern martial arts are to be cultivated to a level that is sufficient to practice Qi, the mental will, physical state, and knowledge reserves are very demanding, and they must be a great master of martial arts. In just three days, the main god will record the knowledge in your mind. Can your spirit and body accept it?

It’s unlikely. Practicing Qi and refining Qi are two different things. There is also a saying of Taoism and Buddhism practice, and the transmission of martial arts is too rare. There has never been a record in three hundred years." As he said, Zhu Peng stretched out his palm and made a Chinese medicine posture to put on a Chinese medicine pulse, indicating that Zheng Zha would stretch out his hand.

Under the main god's great light ball, while watching the reincarnation team members, although Zhu Peng had a fierce look, Zheng Zha really had nothing to be afraid of, so he naturally put his palm on Zhu Peng's hand and let him take his pulse and check it.

However, the first moment he held Zheng Zha's wrist, Zhu Peng's originally gentle movement suddenly changed, and his right hand suddenly clamped on Zheng Zha's meridians in an eagle claw. The next moment, a faint purple aura that was almost visible to the naked eye appeared on Zhu Peng's face. A powerful and rapid purple aura flowed out of the eagle claw in his right hand and rushed straight to Zheng Zha's meridians.

"Ah..." The moment the wrist pulse door was buckled, the powerful qi method was impacted by the meridians. Zheng Zha instinctively let out a cry of pain.

No one expected that Zhu Peng would be under the main god. Everyone watched without hesitation and clamped Zheng Zha. Zhang Jie's first reaction was to pull out the desert eagle that was tied to the back. However, Zhu Peng shook his hand and threw Zheng Zha, who had been clamped by him, and directly blocked Zhang Jie's shooting trajectory in his body in a flesh shield. The powerful purple air in his body as a flame rushed wildly, causing him to curl up gradually. The blue veins on Zheng Zha's face were undulating, and it was obvious that the qi method of fighting the meridians in his body was extremely painful.

The C-level internal force strengthened by the main god can instinctively resist Zhu Peng's qi pulse impact, but compared to Zhu Peng's free control of his own Qi Refining True Energy, although Zheng Zha's Qigong is more powerful, he himself has no control experience. His strong skills cannot get the control they deserve, so it seems natural that he cannot exert his power.

Just before everyone was about to react further, Zhu Peng had already let go of Zheng Zha with a breath. Zheng Zha fell to the ground with a loss of force and felt a little spasm. The Qi method confrontation just now was based on his body as a battlefield. Regardless of whether the battle between the two sides was won or not, his body was as painful as being cut into pieces. This was also the purpose of Zhu Peng's initial yin. If he did not deceive his pulse into his hands first, Zhu Peng would never dare to fight with anyone in the unknown depth. This Qigong hedge from the body can almost be said to be the most dangerous mode of fighting.

"As long as I thought, the strengthening of the main god is a 'Zhongzhengliu simplified version' to ensure the development of diversity. Zheng Zha, your internal strength and bloodline are probably castrated." He gasped gently, rubbed his hands and said in a slight manner. Although most people were dissatisfied with Zhu Peng's sudden move, his words were undoubtedly even more shocking and people could not ignore them.

But Zhu Peng did not continue to speak, but helped Zheng Zha up with both hands first and apologized sincerely to him. "Sorry, I suddenly took action to test the authenticity. If I told you first, I probably wouldn't be able to figure out what your most instinctive and direct reaction is. I'm so sorry for offending you."

Zhu Peng said as he bowed and apologized earnestly. Zheng Zha was helped up by him. Although he was panting and still felt a pain in his body, he did not hit the smiley person. If he lost his temper at this time, he would seem even more disgraceful. It was because you were instantly pinned down by someone else. Afterwards, it was inevitable that you would seem a little angry and embarrassed.

"I'm fine. After all, there is a certain level of reinforcement. But Zhu Peng, don't play this trick on others. After all, we are teammates and teammates. You can't do it first and then explain it every time." Zheng Zha smiled bitterly and said, although he was a little complaining, but he also expressed his understanding of the Taoist priest in front of him.

He himself said so. Although Zhang Jie and Zhan Lan were a little angry, they couldn't say anything else, not to mention that Zhu Peng had to listen to the next words.
Chapter completed!