Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang

Several of the disciples who came forward took stock together, and when they were about to report the news to the court, they found that everyone was discussing Master Tiantong, and their hearts suddenly froze.

Shouldn't only some special people be able to sense it?

Why did everyone feel it? This situation is simply unheard of.

They quickly cast spells and invited the messenger from Ma Xian's family who was responsible for delivering the news.

The preacher reported that the horse was a yellow fairy. After hearing the report from the disciple who came out of the horse, the boss stared with beady eyes. After a moment, he said:

"Ordinary people who have not received Qi cannot even see Qi. Naturally, it is difficult to sense the information from the hall. But think about it, under what circumstances can ordinary people see Qi with their naked eyes?"

The disciple who came out was stunned, and then said: "Only when the Qi in the body is strong enough, ordinary people can see it. For example, when Uncle Liu comes out, the Qi emitted will become highly condensed and can be seen by ordinary people." Those who don’t open their eyes when they see the black Qi call this powerful Qi the demon Qi!”

Speaking of this, the disciple who came out looked shocked: "So, the person who established the hall nearby is an extremely powerful immortal family?"

"Most likely!!"

"I wonder which immortal family it is from?!"

"It's hard to tell. Some wild fairies came here after smelling the smell. Let them do this, right? You can't get involved in it."

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At this moment, Zhang Zhiwei stood in front of the Seven Star Platform and was very surprised. Through the Seven Star Platform, he could sense who had received the message he sent.

Depending on the strength of the receiver's soul, the information received is also different.

Ordinary people can only hear the four words "Tiantong Cult Master", but strangers or people with the potential of strangers can feel more.

Not only that, he also discovered that the Seven Star Platform can also be used as a magic altar. With the help of the Seven Star Platform, you can cast spells to attack other people's spirits.

Many immortal families use this method to select disciples, and send signals through the Seven Star Platform. Those who receive the signal represent those who have the potential to become disciples.

Then, they will cast spells through the Seven Star Platform to temper their temper until they are willing to become disciples.

This torture is what the Chuma disciples call a life-and-death experience.

Of course Zhang Zhiwei didn't have any bad taste in torturing people. Just when he wanted to stop the Seven Star Platform, he noticed that there were shadows floating around.

The Seven Star Platform can emit information outwards and can naturally sense the surrounding situation.

"This situation..."

Zhang Zhiwei thought for a while and figured out that it was some immortals around him who came to apply for the job after learning that he had opened a company and established a court.

"I'm a leather bag guy and I won't accept applications!"

Zhang Zhiwei pointed at the Seven Star Platform and poured his powerful spiritual power into it, turning into invisible waves that spread around.

The sky was getting dark, and in the woods outside the gathering place, there was a gloomy wind. The deserted mountains and wilderness, which were originally deserted and silent, suddenly seemed to be filled with countless sounds out of thin air.

These sounds floated in the wind, sometimes near and sometimes far away, and could not be heard clearly at all, as if someone was hiding in the dark and whispering.

In the dark snow forest, a few pairs of eyes with strange light appeared one after another. They were all from the nearby immortal family.

Some of these immortals have relatives and come to join in the fun, some are wild immortals, some are Baojiaxian...

"What is the background of this Tiantong leader? He didn't even say a word when he established the church?"

"The entrance to the hall has been decided. There must be a shortage of soldiers and horses. Let's hurry over and take refuge. Once we enter the entrance of the hall, we can enjoy the incense and offerings. We don't have to be wild fairies anymore!"

"But where is the leader of Tiantong today? Shouldn't there be four beams and eight pillars at the entrance of the hall? It should be very lively. Why don't you see the soldiers and horses at the entrance of the hall?"

Several immortals were whispering when they suddenly felt a shuddering sense of weakness, and then a majestic voice resounded in their minds.

"Master Tiantong is coming, please get out of the way!"

"Master Tiantong is coming, please get out of the way!"

This sound circulated in the skull, like countless needles, drilling through their skulls and piercing their brains, and the pain that penetrated into their souls swept through their bodies.

A group of wild fairies immediately fell to the ground and twitched, wailing in pain.

"I fell down without exerting any force. Can this Seven-Star Platform amplify my mental power?"

With a thought in his mind, Zhang Zhiwei quickly withdrew his mental power. He just wanted to drive away these wild fairies, but had no intention of killing them.

The voice of Master Tiantong still echoed in the skull, but the pain that pierced the soul was gone. A group of immortals stood up and ran back quickly. In just an instant, they dispersed.

After dispersing these immortals, Zhang Zhiwei left the hall, tidied the guest room, put away the rituals, and got up to go out.

At this moment, the entire gathering place was in a commotion, everyone was discussing this Tiantong leader, and various opinions were flying all over the place.

Zhang Zhiwei pricked up his ears and listened.

There are various theories, some say that gods have descended to the earth and are somewhat knowledgeable, and that some great immortal has just established a temple, and maybe he wants to find a disciple of Ma, and maybe there will be some opportunities.

"I'm afraid there's no chance!"

Zhang Zhiwei walked downstairs to the hotel lobby.

At the same time, in the inn lobby, Lu Jin, Feng Ping, Lu Ci and Lu Ren were bored around a pot of hodgepodge, waiting for it to boil.

Feng Ping and Lu Ci had some grudges at first, but after all, they went to the battlefield together and achieved one of the four pillars of life. They carried the gun together. They had settled their differences and even got to the point of drinking and chatting together.

"I heard from people around me that the person named Master Tiantong is an immortal family. If I dare to call him by this name, I will really die!" Fengping said.

"It's true that you are risking your life!" Lu Ci slapped the table: "A mere mountain monster dares to have the same name as Senior Brother Zhang's Taoist name. It's simply disrespectful."

Lu Ren said: "Be careful what you say. This is the territory of the Ma family. The Ma family has contributed a lot along the way. Don't criticize us behind our backs, lest we be criticized by others and say that we, the four families, don't understand etiquette."

Lu Jin tapped Lu Ci's bowl with his chopsticks, winked, and said angrily: "You don't know etiquette!"

"Hmph!" Lu Ci glared at Lu Jin, snorted coldly, and turned around. His brother was here, so it was not convenient for him to have an attack, so he could just let Lu Mang succeed for a while.

Feng Ping watched the internal strife among the four families happily, and suddenly thought: "Oh, by the way, where is the eldest son of the Wang family, one of your four families?"

Lu Jin explained: "Wang Ai wanted to join the Ma family and become a disciple, so he followed Guan Shihua to have a chance at immortality!"

Fengping was puzzled: "He is a member of the Wang family. If he doesn't learn his own family's methods, why would he become a disciple?"

Lu Jin said: "On the surface, it is to expand our means and make up for our own shortcomings, so becoming a disciple is actually to get closer to Guan Shihua!"

Fengping immediately reacted: "Fat man likes that fat girl?"

Several people at the table gave thumbs up.

Feng Ping said with a surprised look on his face: "Okay, I didn't expect that fat man who looks so stupid is actually a love interest!"

"There are still many things that you didn't expect!" Lu Ci looked at the pot that was about to boil and said, "For example, the seemingly polite and serious Lu Jin opposite you is actually a foul-mouthed reckless man."

Lu Jin quickly said: "Brother Fengping, this guy's words are just like farts. You can't take them seriously."

Fengping: "…………"

Why does it feel a bit real?

"Who's farting!?"

Zhang Zhiwei walked over, sniffed and smelled the aroma in the pot: "It's better to come early than to come by chance!"

Seeing Zhang Zhiwei, Feng Ping stood up quickly and said with great joy: "I have met Senior Brother Zhang!"

Zhang Zhiwei nodded, picked up the bright red chili oil on the table, poured it into the pot, and said as he poured it:

"Brother Fengping, you don't have to be so outspoken. I'm a little older than you, so just call me Senior Brother Zhang. By the way, Dabi, how is the situation at Longmai?"

Lu Ren said: "My father sent me a message, saying that there are no more living people in the imperial mausoleum. Everything is going well, but the dragon veins are in dire straits. They are planning to conduct a seven-day ritual at the place where the dragon veins are. The trapped dragon ascends to heaven and returns to the earth!"

Zhang Zhiwei nodded. He had seen what the dragon vein looked like before. It was about to collapse, and the new dragon vein was still being nurtured. If the dragon vein here traps the dragon and ascends to the sky, it should merge into the earth and merge into the new dragon vein. Then Reborn, I just don’t know where the dragon vein will be born next...

Lu Ren added: "By the way, Senior Brother Zhang, my father once sent a message saying that the friend you brought here named Wu Gensheng took them to the Yin Hall of the Imperial Mausoleum and then left without saying goodbye. Now his whereabouts are unknown!"

Lu Ci also said: "I contacted him through Yin Yang Paper, but I didn't get a response!"

"Senior Brother Zhang, will something happen to Brother Bilian?!" Lu Jin was a little worried. Although there was a slight conflict, he recognized Wu Gensheng as his friend.

"It's okay, he has his own way, don't worry about him!"

As Zhang Zhiwei spoke, he picked up a deer leg from the iron pot, blew on it, stuffed it into his mouth, and started chewing it happily.

Seeing this, Lu Jin also took out a piece of steak and started eating it. As soon as he took a bite, he coughed violently. It took him a while to recover, and he blew out a spicy breath and said:

"It's so spicy, fufufu...so spicy, Senior Brother Zhang, you put too much chili pepper!!"

Zhang Zhiwei made a big one-armed circle: "This is called authentic. If there is not enough spicy food, it will be tasteless no matter how you cook it!"

Lu Jin bared his teeth in a spicy manner: "Hiss...really? But there are too many chili peppers!"

"Is it such an exaggeration?" Lu Ren didn't believe in evil, took a sip of soup and drank it, and immediately put on a mask of pain.

It's so spicy. After one bite, the umami flavor of the ingredients itself is almost gone, only the spiciness in the mouth.

Seeing the miserable situation of his brother and Lu Jin, Lu Ci inexplicably thought of the scene in the Lu family compound last time when Zhang Zhiwei was drinking peanuts from a plate, and said with a suspicious look on his face:

"Senior Brother Zhang, you did it on purpose!"

This way no one will compete with you, he said to himself.

"How is that possible? Fengping, do you think it's spicy?" Zhang Zhiwei said.

"It's not spicy, not spicy at all. This is just right for us in Sichuan!"

Feng Ping chewed the meat in his mouth and ate it with relish. Although there was dense sweat on his face, every bite was still not spicy.

Zhang Zhiwei smiled and said: "Look, I just said it's not spicy. If you can't bear the spiciness, then you can only go to the children's table!"

Longhu Mountain is in Jiangxi and Huodezong is in Sichuan. People in these two places are very spicy.

Lu Jin, Lu Ci and Lu Ren looked at each other.

This damn desire to win is coming back.

I can’t beat you, I can’t drink, I can’t eat spicy food?

What do you think we are?

Lu Jin slapped the table and said with a blush, "Who said I can't eat spicy food? I just picked it up and it was too hot!"

Lu Ren also scratched his head and said, "That's right, the soup is too hot, it burns your mouth!"

Lu Ci even picked up the chili oil on the table and poured it all in:

"Lamanlaman!"

Anyway, the current level of spiciness is already spicy enough for them. Any more spiciness would just double the spiciness, which would be painful anyway, especially on a business trip.

But seeing Zhang Zhiwei and Feng Ping eating so deliciously was even more uncomfortable than them eating spicy food.

A spicy and pungent smell wafted everywhere. Feng Ping looked at the gurgling red soup and his face looked a little ugly.

People in Sichuan eat spicy food more. The spiciness just now was already too strong. Now it’s spicy. If you want to eat it, don’t you let it go out tomorrow?

Then, a scene came that made his face look even more ugly.

"How can you eat a big piece of meat without drinking from a big bowl? Come on, drink this!"

Zhang Zhiwei took out a pot of wine, poured a bowl for each person, and then drank first as a sign of respect.

The wine is amber in color. It is a famous liquor from Changbai Mountain. It is brewed with tiger penis and ginseng. It is definitely a strong liquor.

"This is really good!"

Fengping picked up the wine bowl with difficulty and was about to drink.

Lu Ci stopped him, picked up a spoon, put a spoonful of red soup into everyone's wine bowl, and said loudly:

"How can this taste so good? You should drink this!"

Full! Full!

Feng Ping's face turned green. His impression of Lu Ci had just changed, but now it was completely ruined. He was definitely a mad dog.

"Erbi, you have great ideas. Let's go one by one?"

Zhang Zhiwei picked up the wine bowl, touched one with Lu Ci, and looked at the others with a half-smile:

"Do you know there is a saying in the Northeast that says if you can't drink it, then don't drink it? Don't be brave!"

As soon as these words came out, the Northeastern men at the next few tables all looked over with strange eyes, wondering which cowards couldn't drink.

Lu Jin has the best reputation in his life, how can he stand up to this kind of gaze?

He immediately picked up the bowl with a determined expression and drank it down in one gulp.

The moment he entered the mouth, it was like a stream of fire burning all the way to his heart. Lu Jin blushed as red as a cooked prawn and burst into tears.

But the head can be cut off, the blood can be shed, and the face cannot be lost, so I still pretended to be relaxed and said two words:

"not spicy!"

The pressure was put on Lu Renfeng and others.

Lu Jin rushed forward, so naturally Lu Ci couldn't give in and did it immediately.

His expression management was better than Lu Jin's. Although he was also quite burned, he didn't shed any tears. He grinned with a ferocious smile and gritted his teeth and said, "It's not a little hot!"

The two friends were fucked, Feng Ping and Lu Ren decided to do it too.

After all, Fengping comes from a place that eats spicy food. Although his stomach felt like it was being burned, he could still pretend to be calm.

Lu Ren couldn't do it. He drank too fast and choked in his trachea. He coughed like crazy and almost coughed out his lungs.

Zhang Zhiwei patted Lu Ren on the back and handed over a bowl of wine:

"What happened, Dabi, come on, have a drink and moisten your throat!"

Just as he was about to decline, Lu Ci scooped up a spoonful of bright red spicy soup and poured it into his wine bowl.

Lu Ren: "…………"

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You are truly my brother.

Looking at the wine bowl in front of him, Lu Ren was riding a tiger, unable to dismount.

Suddenly, the cotton curtain of the inn was lifted, and Wang Ai walked in with a serious face, looked around, and walked towards Zhang Zhiwei and several others.

Reinforcements are coming... Lu Ren's eyes lit up, he pretended not to see the wine bowl in front of him, stood up and said:

"Wang Ai, you're back so soon. What's the result of your attack? Is there any chance of immortality?"