"Well, let's go find him now." The young man cursed, "That Cohen is said to be amazing in the sky. I don't believe it. How powerful can the garbage from this world be? In this world, who can be as powerful as ours?
It can only be compared to the world."
"Master, I think that Cohen does have some strength, otherwise it would be impossible for him to intervene in that peerless battle."
Next to him, the old man in ancient robes said carefully.
"It's a joke. I think that epic battle was exaggerated. Of course, I have to admit that Sweet does have some abilities, but that Cohen only knows the skills of a three-legged cat."
The young man sneered, "We in Cangtian are the number one sect in the world. This time I came out to let those losers in the secular world know what it means that there is a sky beyond the sky and a mountain beyond the mountains."
"Young Master is right, how can the earthly world be compared with the Holy Land Cangtian? What we Cangtian pursues is beyond the earthly world and cannot be imagined by ordinary people."
said the old man.
"That Zhang Cheng is really Cohen. This time, I will kill him and take his head back, so that the old guys in the sky who have praised Cohen so well can see who is the genius." The young man said proudly, with a certain attitude.
Looking down at all living beings from the top of the mountain.
"Let's go find him!"
They headed outside the airport.
At this time, Zhang Cheng did not know that he had been targeted by the genius in the sky.
After leaving the laboratory, Zhang Cheng went to see Song Jia.
Song Jia was still at work, and the two had lunch together. She was still busy with work in the afternoon, so he left alone.
It’s been a while since I visited Uncle Zhang’s grave. Even though he knew there were no bones of Uncle Zhang there, Zhang Cheng was still willing to take the time to take a look. Perhaps, it was where his soul rested.
Afternoon, three o'clock.
Zhang Cheng bought money for scented wax paper and went to the back of the orphanage.
"I said, why are you following me?"
"The training ground is so boring. Your subordinates are all useless. They can't even take a single move from me. What's the point?"
"It's not that they are incompetent, it's that you are not on the same level as them."
"Then tell me that you have masters under you!"
"The real masters are in Yanjing, not here. Besides, ahem, they are not your opponents. If you use assassination, no one will be able to catch your move."
"That's so boring. In the entire company, you are the only one who is my opponent."
"I said, can't you just give them some slack, suppress your own strength, or be merciful, so that you have an opponent?"
"Tch, that would be even more boring. Boring!"
On the way, Lan Yue said she was bored several times.
She crossed her hands, resting her head on the back of her head, holding a piece of grass in her mouth. She was a beautiful woman, but she looked frivolous and casual.
Unique flavor!
Zhang Cheng originally wanted to go to the grave alone, but this woman called and insisted on coming. Zhang Cheng initially disagreed, but she said, I will help train your subordinates.
This statement means a lot.
Zhang Cheng dared not agree, so he immediately called her over. So, Lan Yue followed Zhang Cheng towards the back mountain.
"Who are you going to the grave with?" Lan Yue asked.
"My master."
Zhang Cheng replied.
"Who is your master?" Lan Yue also has a master, so she is very curious about Zhang Cheng's master. Among the younger generation, apart from Zhang Cheng, Lan Yue has never met an opponent. Someone who can teach such a disciple must be extraordinary.
.
"Uncle Zhang." Zhang Cheng spit out two words.
"What kind of answer is this? What I want to know is his name." Lan Yue rolled her eyes.
"I don't know that." Of course Zhang Cheng would not tell me Uncle Zhang's real name. King Wu is so famous that even many people abroad know it. "Uncle Zhang only taught me martial arts and never told me his real name."
"That's really weird." Lan Yue murmured, seemingly not sure whether she believed it or not.
Not long after, the two came to Uncle Zhang's grave.
That time, Uncle Zhang's tomb was destroyed and even the coffin was dug out. Later, Zhang Cheng tried his best to restore him and even bought a new tombstone to replace it.
Later, Zhang Cheng hired someone to rebuild the tomb, and the tombstone was changed again. This time, it was replaced with the best granite tombstone, and there was a small black and white photo of Uncle Zhang above the tombstone.
At the same time, the tomb was surrounded by bricks and stones, and yellow paper was inserted on the tomb and fluttered in the wind.
"Uncle Zhang, I'm here to see you."
Zhang Cheng put down the scented wax paper money and thought to himself, "You missed me, I miss you too. I don't know where you are now, or when we can meet again."
Coming to Uncle Zhang's grave again, Zhang Cheng seemed to have endless things to say in his heart. He raised his hand, rubbed his fingers over the black and white photo on the tombstone, and cleaned the dust.
"Uncle Zhang, do you know? Just in the morning, I finally achieved the transformation state. Although it is only the early stage of transformation, I am still far from the nine-nine supreme beings you said. But I will work hard. As long as I don't die, one day, I will
Successful."
"Of course, my little cultivation is nothing in your eyes. You are the real genius. You have reached the realm of transformation when you were more than ten years old. Even Yan Wudi praised you highly."
"It's hard to believe that the old man who raised me since I was a child, the old man who likes to tell me stories, and the old man who occasionally tells dirty jokes, can be such a powerful person. Being able to meet you is the greatest luck in my life.
.If it weren’t for you, I would have died in the ice and snow long ago, and I wouldn’t be who I am today..."
Zhang Cheng lit the scented wax and placed it in front of the tombstone.
Next to her, Lan Yue watched boredly. She yawned. Suddenly, her eyes froze and she focused on the black and white photo on the tombstone.
The person in this photo seems a bit familiar. I seem to have seen it somewhere...
"Uncle Zhang, look what I bought you. BMW, Maserati, Faraday, Land Rover, and yes, villas and beauties. Hey, men are interested in these. I think you are no exception."
"I heard people say that you were very romantic when you were young. I don't know how many mistresses I have."
"So, I'll buy you more villas and luxury cars, otherwise I won't be able to accommodate the woman around you."
Zhang Cheng chuckled and said.
In fact, he knew that Uncle Zhang was not dead, and he said these things just for fun. However, if Uncle Zhang knew this, he didn't know if he would be angry to death. Thinking that he knew, Zhang Cheng was grinning in his heart.
At the same time, Zhang Cheng is also creating an illusion. He must really treat Uncle Zhang as dead to deceive others.
I heard from Yan Mingcheng that Uncle Zhang has many enemies.
"I remembered, he is King Wu, Zhang Tianwu." Suddenly, a surprised voice came from the side.
It's the blue moon.
Zhang Cheng's heart sank, she actually knew Uncle Zhang. Damn it, I wouldn't have brought her here if I had known.