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Text_Chapter 1460 The Named Disciple of the Saint of Formation Dao

"What are you looking at? You have already defeated him. Bring me five hundred low-grade elixirs!"

Luo Zheng was stared at by Zhou Hua. Although he was not afraid, he still felt very uncomfortable.

"Boy, you are a waste from a lower plane. You just defeated me by luck. Okay, I will admit defeat, but I don't have five hundred low-grade elixirs now. If you want, I can write one

I’ll give you an IOU!”

Zhou Hua gritted his teeth and said sternly.

"What, you want to pass the test just because you wrote the IOU? Are you kidding me? The world of Xianwu is so vast. You wrote the IOU and then flew away. Where should I go to find you?"

Luo Zheng sneered, glanced at the immortal bow in Zhou Hua's hand, and said: "If you don't have the elixir, just use other treasures to return it. We agreed before that you will take out everything you have and let the seven elders evaluate it."

, you won’t suffer any loss, and if you really can’t do it, write an IOU.”

"Hmph, don't even think about it. This immortal bow was given by my senior brother Yan Chunan. If you want to take it away, you are seeking death!"

Zhou Hua sneered, stared at Luo Zheng and said.

"Who is Yan Chunan? Since he is your senior brother, that's fine. The debts owed by the disciples should be repaid by the disciples. Where is your disciple and you have someone send a letter to it? When will you pay it back?

Only after the bet is cleared can you leave Unicorn City!"

Luo Zheng looked calm, but he didn't like Zhou Hua's tricks.

There are words like "Destiny", but all the people who said this to him are dead, but he is still alive and well.

"You are so brave, do you know who my master is!"

Zhou Hua was furious and shouted loudly, "If you offend my master, not only will you die, but the One-Horn Clan will also not have a good life!"

"You two, we can discuss anything we have..."

The great elder frowned and quickly stepped forward to persuade.

"Luo Zhenzun, this Zhou Hua is actually the registered disciple of Chen Ziyang, the sage of the Formation Dao. Chen Ziyang has been famous for two thousand years. Not only is his Formation Dao skills superb, but his martial arts strength is also extremely amazing. With Bu

In the art of formation, this person has become the worshiper of many great forces and is highly respected. He has rarely appeared in the past thousand years!"

At this time, the seventh elder's voice also sounded in Luo Zheng's ears.

"However, three hundred years ago, Chen Ziyang had a disciple who was in the realm of the Formation Master. Yan Chunan was born, and he accepted disciples on his behalf. He accepted many human beings with the talent of the Formation Dao and became Chen Ziyang's registered disciple. It is said that Chen Ziyang is likely to

One of these talented disciples will be selected as the disciple to pass on his legacy."

"Although it is unlikely that Zhou Hua will become a disciple of Zhen Ziyang, Yan Chunan, as a senior brother, has always been very protective of his shortcomings. These registered disciples back then were always very united, and now they have grown into outstanding Zhen Masters, among whom the most outstanding one is

, has been a formation master for many years. Many formation masters have offended them and have been ostracized and unable to move forward. If you can make a move, just give in. Anyway, with the IOU in hand, you are not afraid of Zhou Hua defaulting."

Seeing Luo Zheng's gloomy expression and his unmoved look, the Seventh Elder still advised him.

"Hmph, I originally did nothing for a few days, but Zhou Hua is too rude. He called me a liar before, and now he wants me to die. How could I tolerate him?"

Seeing what the Seventh Elder said, Luo Zheng didn't want to ignore it and replied through a message.

"Zhou Hua is nothing among the registered disciples of Formation Saint Chen Ziyang, but you have lost Zhou Hua's face in public. If the news spreads, Yan Chunan and other registered disciples will inevitably come forward, and then there will be endless troubles.

.”

The seventh elder said.

Luo Zheng frowned slightly after listening to the seventh elder's words. No wonder Zhou Hua didn't have any scruples in front of the elders of the One-horn Clan. It turned out that there was someone behind him.

It doesn't matter to Zhou Hua and Luo Zheng, but if they attract Chen Ziyang, a disciple of the Formation Saint, it will indeed be a headache.

"Luo Zhenzun, after all, five hundred low-grade elixirs is an extremely astonishing number. No one can take it out all at once. Why don't you give me some face and give me some grace?"

At this time, the great elder also looked at Luo Zheng and said.

"Okay, but there must be a repayment date written on the IOU. It's a one-year period. If you don't pay it back after the due date, I will definitely come to collect the money."

Luo Zheng thought for a while and then nodded in agreement.

To be honest, he didn't like the immortal bow in Zhou Hua's hand.

After breaking through to the Realm of Realization, Luo Zheng can start refining immortal weapons. If he wants to refine any exquisite weapons by then, he might be able to refine Taoist weapons in the future.

And one year is enough for him to break through to the realm of transformation. If Zhou Hua refuses to pay back the debt, he will have enough strength to pursue the debt.

"Boy, just wait. Today's matter is not over yet. You, a lowly person from a lower plane, dare to offend me, Zhou Hua. You will never be able to establish a foothold in the world of immortal martial arts in the future! If the Dujiao clan hadn't protected you today, I would have

I’ll kill you directly!”

Zhou Hua's face was grim. After writing an IOU, he looked at Luo Zheng with a look of resentment. After saying a word, he walked away.

A cold light flashed in Luo Zheng's eyes, knowing that Zhou Hua would not give up easily.


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