The mysterious young man sitting on the purple flying carpet is of course Zhang Heng who led Ning Xuerong and Guo Feng to the "Zhao State Fair".

Zhang Heng named the purple flying carpet "Purple Yao Divine Carpet". This top magic weapon has a very fast flight speed. If it has enough cultivation, it is no problem to carry hundreds of people. So far, Zhang Heng has not activated its speed by half. Moreover, the function of the "Purple Yao Divine Carpet" is not only flying, but also has certain defense capabilities.

Looking at the terrifying fat man under the "Purple Yao Divine Carpet", Zhang Heng said in an irresistible tone: "Old friend, why not let Zhang carry you for a while."

Zhang Heng's thoughts moved, and the "Purple Yao Divine Carpet" instantly became bigger by four or five points, enough to accommodate seven or eight people without being crowded.

Facing Zhang Heng's slightly weird smile, the fat man wanted to refuse, but he did not dare to refuse.

When he was in the Blood Killing Cave, Zhang Heng's horror had penetrated into the fat man's heart.

When he experienced the first level of the blood killing trial, the fat man offended Zhang Heng verbally, but the other party stepped on the ground. If the fat man had not had a trump card on his body, he would have died on the road to purgatory.

At the last level, Zhang Heng's confidence also shocked the fat man.

"It's you..."

The fat man was speechless and looked at Zhang Heng and the other two in the sky with a little fear.

Ning Xuerong and Guo Feng's cultivation level have reached the Dan Cleavage stage. From the appearance of these two people mainly Zhang Heng, it can be seen that Zhang Heng's strength must have reached a level that he cannot reach.

The Fire Lotus beside the fat man felt a fearful mentality in his dual-cultural companion for the first time.

In the past, even when facing any master in the Kaling Stage, fat people could maintain their due calmness.

However, when facing the man in front of him, he developed such an emotion.

"Okay... let's go up!"

The fat man sighed lightly, but still surrendered, looking at Zhang Heng with a complicated look.

Xiang Huolian winked, and the fat man pulled her to Zhang Heng's "Purple Yao Divine Carpet".

"Please sit."

Zhang Heng said cross-legged to them and said lightly.

When the two sat on the flying carpet when they heard this, they felt extremely soft. What's more special is that they couldn't feel any swaying and twists and turns on this flying carpet, like making a bed.

"I have arrived at the trading center of Qingyun Mountain..."

The fat man looked at the pavilions and pavilions in the distance, with a little joy on his face and blurted out.

The transaction location of Qingyun Mountain is prohibited from fighting or attacking. If it is violated, it will face the ruling of the super sect "Qingyuan Zixia Sect". Even the old monster in the Nascent Soul stage will not attack easily here without any need.

Of course, Zhang Heng understood the meaning of Fatty's words: This is the important place for trading in Qingyun Mountain. If you want to do it, you have to consider it.

"I haven't seen each other for several years, how could Zhang attack his former old friends at any time?"

Zhang Heng drove the "Purple Yao Divine Carpet" and flew to the Qingyun Mountain trading center faster. There were even more monks there, and some tamed birds and monsters could even be seen in the sky.

"Is that true? I hope so." The fat man's eyes turned, and he flew over Ning Xuerong and Guo Feng, and asked, "I don't know if these two are..."

"This is my wife Ning Xuerong, who is my disciple Guo Feng."

Zhang Heng introduced with a smile.

The fat man laughed and passed by Guo Feng's mountain. He was silent on the surface, and huge waves surged in his heart.

This genius boy from the Jindan stage turned out to be Zhang Heng's disciple.

If you can accept a monk in the alchemy stage as a disciple, how powerful will Zhang Heng be?

Seeing that Zhang Heng did not mean to introduce the fat man, Ning Xuerong and Guo Feng nodded to the fat man and gave up.

The fat man can still remain calm on the surface, but his dual-cultural partner Huo Lian is very uneasy and secretly hates when the fat man met such an unknown old friend.

"You don't need to be nervous. Zhang has no intention of hurting you for the time being."

Zhang Heng glanced at the two of them indifferently.

"Ahem, I'm too concerned. I wonder what level of cultivation has Fellow Daoist Zhang reached over the years?"

The fat man coughed twice and began to test Zhang Heng's background.

"Like you, the Great Perfection of the Foundation Establishment Period."

Zhang Heng said calmly, with a few smiles on the corner of his mouth that the fat man could not understand.

"Great perfection of the foundation-building stage? Haha, Fellow Daoist Zhang, you were joking... Back then, you were much better than me."

The fat man looked disbelief and his eyes flashed over Zhang Heng's disciples in the Dan stage.

Even the disciples have reached the Pill End Stage, so would the master be a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage?

Guo Feng was also a little confused and thought to himself, could Master be really a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage? It is impossible!

"From there you come out, are you still staying at the point where you measure your strength by your cultivation?"

Zhang Heng looked at Wang Yuan's fat figure and thought to himself, why has he not changed his form yet after getting the best Creation Pill?

"Is it possible that he is still practicing the previous secret technique?"

Zhang Heng guessed.

When he was on the "Purgatory Road", the fat man used the secret art pill to ignite the bead to kill Yu Wenlin, who was in the Great Perfection of Qi Refining Period, which shocked the monks present.

But it is also because of practicing this secret technique that the fat man's figure is so obese.

"Yes, strength cannot be measured by cultivation, but cultivation is always the foundation of strength."

The fat man responded, saying that he didn't believe that Zhang Heng was still a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage at this moment.

Zhang Heng was silent for a long time and thought to himself that the foundation-building period was indeed not suitable to measure himself.

Since reaching the second level of great perfection, Zhang Heng's strength has increased sharply. After his external incarnation has been successful, his body has been strengthened for the second time. When he reached the second level of Great Perfection, his spiritual sense even surpassed that of the early stage of the Nascent Soul cultivator.

Since practicing the "Tianling Heaven and Earth", Zhang Heng's spiritual consciousness is usually equivalent to a cultivator who is one level higher than him, and perhaps a little stronger.

In this way, Zhang Heng’s current cultivation level should be measured in the early stage of the elixir.

But Zhang Heng's aura was extremely strange at this moment. Even if a cultivator from the Nascent Soul stage came in person, it would be difficult to judge his true cultivation.

"I haven't seen you for seven or eight years. I wonder what your experience is with Fellow Daoist Wang?" Zhang Heng glanced at Huo Lian and said to himself, this fat man is really lucky to survive the disaster. He can actually get such a beautiful female cultivator with a hot figure.

"Everything is good..." The fat man replied, with a few wry smiles on his face, and a sentence in his heart: If you don't meet you, the plague god.

Zhang Heng was about to speak when he suddenly felt a familiar aura coming towards him.

A heart-shaking black light shot from the horizon, and its target was the "Purple Yao Divine Carpet" where Zhang Heng was located.

"Is it him?" Zhang Heng looked surprised and a bitter smile on his face.

With a slight pinch of the magic trick in his hand, the "Purple Yao Divine Carpet" retreated hundreds of meters.

The few people on the purple flying carpet felt inexplicable.

But in the next moment, a powerful pressure fell from the sky, the wind and clouds rolled, and sand and stones flew.

A black light flashed, and a figure like a demon appeared in front of Zhang Heng.

He was wearing a black robe and a floating cloak, carrying a mighty power of being arrogant in the world, and his whole body was shrouded in a hazy black barrier.

"Do you want to do it here?"

Zhang Heng stared at the man in black robe in front of him.

“I’m never bound by anyone.”

Yu Wuji said disdainfully, looking straight at Zhang Heng with deep eyes, which put a lot of pressure on him.

"It seems that the ten-year appointment has not arrived yet, man..."

Zhang Heng's tone was a little weak. (To be continued. If you want to know what happens next, please log in.readnovel., more chapters, support the author, and support genuine reading!)
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