Zhou Cheng took a normal mountain road and returned to the villa in the Mid-mountain. On the way, he was also thinking about what the Taoist Huaizhen told him not to use humanitarian artifacts easily.

The humanitarian artifact is obviously related to the humanitarian emperor. Today, it can be said to be exclusive to the royal family and will never be controlled by ordinary weapon refiners.

However, with the status of Chunyang Sect, there is no need to worry about these things. In this world of artifacts, artifacts and mana are enough to prove many things.

Chunyang Sect has a ninth-level divine weapon, a heavenly master and four gods, and the strongest man in the Li family, the Handu capital of the Great Qi royal family, is just one or two gods.

Under such a gap, even if the disciples of Chunyang Sect can condense humanitarian artifacts, it should not be considered too big.

But the solemn Taoist Huaizhen made Zhou Cheng a little confused. Is there anything hidden here?

Zhou Cheng thought in his heart, and unknowingly returned to the villa in the Mid-mountain, and then his thoughts were interrupted by a noise.

"What's going on?" Zhou Cheng frowned and looked at the source of the noise. He was seeing a disciple beating his chest and stamping his feet, with a sad expression on his face.

This disciple Zhou Cheng also knew him. His Taoist name was Qingping. He was also a disciple of Guizhen master. He was extremely talented and had a spirit more than two months ago. He usually acted quite high-profile and ostentatious.

He should have been in high spirits and courageously, so why did he feel like he had suffered a huge blow?

"What's wrong with Senior Brother Qingping?" Zhou Cheng walked into a disciple and asked in a low voice.

Some time ago, Zhou Cheng was already quite familiar with Zhufeng's disciples, and of course, the disciples from the Mid-mountain Villa of Jinxu Peak are the most.

The disciple who was asked by Zhou Cheng was also very familiar with Zhou Cheng. He immediately covered his mouth with his hands and whispered: "Senior Brother Qingping just came back from Zixu Palace."

With this sentence alone, even without any unnecessary explanation, Zhou Cheng knew what happened to Qingping.

Zixu Palace is the place where Chunyang Sect uses it to store ninth-level artifacts and ninth-level artifact scores. The Zixu Tian Xian Sword is in it. Generally speaking, at least the seven-pod Guizhen masters can enter it.

There is only one possibility for true disciples of the Spirit Stage to go to Zixu Palace, that is, before the age of twenty, the magic power of the Spirit Stage is greatly improved, and with the permission of the master, you can understand the magical score of the Zixu Tianxian Sword.

This is a great opportunity for any disciple of Chunyang Sect, but there are very few who can truly realize the aura of Zixu Tianxian’s sword Taoism.

Chunyang Sect has been passed down for more than two thousand years, and there are only a handful of such genius disciples.

Seeing Ping's current appearance, it is obvious that he also felt that the Zixutian Immortal Sword failed and returned in vain, just like most disciples.

"Qingtong, Qingyuan, why are you two laughing there? Are you laughing at me??" Qingping suddenly started to burst out for some reason, pointing at Zhou Cheng and the disciple who had just told him the reason and started cursing.

Zhou Cheng's mouth twitched slightly, and his clear mind was too fragile. He just asked someone about the incident in a low voice, so why did it become a ridicule?

Qingping was obviously suffering a huge blow because of his failure in perception. His mental state was not normal. Zhou Cheng was too lazy to argue with him, so he shook his head and planned to leave.

"Qingyuan, Zhou Qingyuan, stop!" Qingping seemed to have stared at Zhou Cheng, and flashed and came to Zhou Cheng, and said in a deep voice: "What do you mean? Shaking your head and leaving, do you look down on me? Ah! Because I didn't realize that the Zixu Tian Immortal Sword was successful, do you look down on me?"

Zhou Cheng felt helpless. In his opinion, Qingping seemed to him as if he was a student who was very good at studying in his previous life and had a relatively fragile mentality. Once he did not do well in the exam, as long as someone talked about the topic about him, he would think that he was laughing at him.

"Senior Brother Qingping, don't get me wrong. I don't mean that." Zhou Cheng said softly. After all, they are from the Jinxu lineage and they all live in this half-mountain villa. Zhou Cheng didn't want to have a stalemate with Qingping.

However, Qingping obviously didn't think so. He still stared at Zhou Cheng, "Misunderstanding? You said I misunderstood you? You said I wronged you for no reason and you mocked me? It's ridiculous, Qingping would wrong you? Don't think that you can look down on others like this with the identity of a scoremaker! I tell you Zhou Qingyuan, this world is still respected by magic power and magical artifacts. So what if you can understand the magical artifacts in the world? If you really go to the martial arts stage, you are definitely not my opponent!"

I can kill you with one knife... Zhou Cheng rolled his eyes secretly. The weapon refiner under the power stage could not be his opponent at all.

At this time, a disciple whispered to Qingping: "Senior Brother Qingping, that's Junior Brother Qingyuan, the Zhou Qingyuan who slapped the Five Elements Tower with one knife."

"Slap the Five Elements Tower with one knife..." Qingping was stunned when he heard this, and subconsciously took a step back, but then he shouted to Zhou Cheng: "So what if you hit the Five Elements Tower with one knife? Qingde did not exert the strength of the Dongxu lineage of the Qizong. The way of using the Five Elements Tower is extremely rigid, and it is simply weak!"

You can't wake up someone who pretends to be asleep... Zhou Cheng suddenly thought of this sentence. He stroked his forehead and remained silent. At this time, Qingping was already trapped in the devil of protecting his own face and it was difficult to communicate at all.

Seeing that Zhou Cheng stopped talking, Qingping felt a little proud. He sneered at Zhou Cheng and said, "Zhou Qingyuan, didn't you laugh at me just now? Then we might as well come and have a gamble. When you understand the Zixu Tian Immortal Sword, if it fails, I will bow to Lele in the future and call me respectfully "Senior Brother Qingping Wan An, how about it?"

Zhou Cheng frowned slightly, and was already a little angry when he was entangled like this unreasonable trouble.

"Senior Brother Qingping, I advise you to go back to your room as soon as possible and lie down, so as not to make unreasonable trouble here anymore."

"Unreasonable, you dare to say that I am unreasonable!" Qingping looked like a rooster who had been blowing hair, staring at Zhou Cheng with almost fire, "If you don't dare to bet with me, then you are as timid as a mouse, heartless and courageless!"

"Senior Brother Qingping, you're a little too much." Zhou Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and the murderous intent flashed through his eyes, and an inexplicable majesty was revealed in his words.

His killing and resentful aura has not been completely refined. He added a hint of humanitarian power when he was in Dengjia Village before, and the momentum he showed inadvertently had some breathtaking ability.

Qingping's expression froze slightly, and his breathing suddenly stagnated, but then he came to his senses and became even more angry, and continued to shout: "Zhou Qingyuan, do you bet or not!"

Zhou Cheng was finally worn out by Qingping for the last bit of patience, and grabbed his neck with one hand and lifted Qingping, who was much taller than Zhou Cheng himself!
Chapter completed!