Who in the world knows you?

A Zhu Xian, plus all Wang Zheng’s excellent works, made Wang Zheng finally make a good start in Zhongzhou.

With powerful exposure, Wang Zheng's fame has risen sharply, no less than any genius in the world.

After all, the quality of Wang Zheng's works is there. After all, the lineup of Wang Zheng's works, especially Zhu Xian, is too luxurious.

It is so luxurious that any force will think carefully about what kind of person Wang Zheng is to have such a big deal and connections.

Zhu Xian made Wang Zheng and the former Zhu Xian Sword Master.

Because the Zhu Xian, Qilin Clan, Zhaixing Pavilion, Leiyin Temple, and Wang Zheng all received huge exposure. If it weren't for the genius of Zhongzhou, I'm afraid this topic would have been hyped up to the sky.

But this world is dominated by power after all, and Wang Zheng also understands this clearly.

Therefore, he, who had already switched to Leiyin Temple at this moment, was not in a hurry to write a new script for Leiyin Temple, but was considering how to consolidate his popularity and exposure.

"My current situation is like the young and fresh meats made in batches in my previous life. Although the exposure rate I get through various means makes me seem to be extremely popular, it is actually just a castle in the air.

If this popularity becomes stable and completely remembered, you must speak with your strength. After all, after all, this world belongs to the world of the strong."

In the wing room of Leiyin Temple, Wang Zheng sat cross-legged on the bed, carefully analyzing the current situation.

"Now, my martial arts cultivation is awesome with the help of a large number of heavenly and earth treasures. The martial arts I practice are certainly incomparable to those against the heavenly skills. But at least at the current realm, the combat power I can exert is no worse than those against the heavenly skills.

However, there are still some shortcomings in accumulation. To completely complete the master's perfect posture, you still need to find some suitable methods."

"But when it comes to combat power..."

Thinking of the combat power, a smile appeared on the corner of Wang Zheng's mouth.

As a TV series about cultivators, Zhu Xian is not very beneficial to Wang Zheng in terms of martial arts. But don’t forget that the sword of Qingyun Sect is a great treasure for Wang Zheng, who has the Flying Immortal Sword Realm.

Even if Wang Zheng is a warrior, he can still use spiritual objects such as Xuanhuojian!

"However, the momentum of these treasures is too strong. It is not easy to show it in a gathering place of powerful people like Leiyin Temple."

Looking at the magnificent scene outside the window, Wang Zheng murmured to himself.

However, even in the holy land of Leiyin Temple, Wang Zheng did not have the previous sense of urgency at this moment, because under his huge wish, the Zhuxian Sword was already close!

Wang Zheng believes that as long as Zhu Xian serializes it, the day he will be able to show Zhu Xian Sword! With the horror of Zhu Xian Sword, although it is not the Zhu Xian Sword of Tongtian Sect Master, in this lower world, Wang Zheng also has the capital to save his life!

"The wealth is touching, and the Zhuxian Sword is not something I can master now. It's okay to treat it as a trump card, but it must not be used as my own support."

Of course, Wang Zheng has clearly distinguished what is real and what is external objects along the way.

"So, what kind of genius will be my next battlefield?"

Thinking of the Tianjiao Club, a flash of light flashed in Wang Zheng's eyes.

According to the information he learned, the Tianjiao Society is the biggest event of the younger generation in Zhongzhou. This Tianjiao Society was once held in the lower world, selecting the strongest genius in the world, and then placing it with the immortals in the upper world to train them.

However, thousands of years ago, Zhuxian Jianzun's sword broke the immortal gate, causing the immortals to not descend to the earth for thousands of years, so there was nothing wrong with the immortals.

But there are people in the world, and this genius will still be passed down even if it is not set off by immortals.

"Immortal? Haha..."

Thinking of the immortal god, Wang Zheng couldn't help but sneer. He was not the naughty man at the time. After experiencing so many things, he did not have much awe for the so-called immortal.

Whether it is Zhu Xian Sword Lord, the Chaos Bronze Coffin seen at a glance in Tianji Mountain, or the Zhaixing Pavilion, they certainly cannot face the forces in the upper realm, but if SOLO is SOLO, the strong people in the Tianyuan World may not be afraid.

Wang Zheng guessed that the real strong man in the upper world, the fifth-level existence that surpasses the immortals is the immortals and gods. It does not mean that the upper world is the immortals and gods.

It can only be said that the Immortal Realm and the God Realm are more suitable for cultivation. The average qualifications of the people there are definitely stronger than those of the lower realm, but that does not mean that the lower realm is useless.

Otherwise, Zhuxian Sword Master would not have been so violent.

Just as Wang Zheng was thinking about it, a rich Buddhist aura appeared in his perception. Wang Zheng then stopped his thoughts, and then as his mind moved, a gentle true energy was blown out, and the door of the wing room slowly opened, stunned the young monk who was about to open the door at the door.

The little monk looked at the door he opened and Wang Zheng's undisguised smile in the room, and scratched his little bald head with some confusion:

"I am merciful to you. Master, the old master, asked the young monk to ask you about the distinguished guests. You are still used to it in Leiyin Temple." The young monk was full of spiritual energy. After a moment of confusion, he quickly clasped his hands together and said to Wang Zheng.

Looking at the cute little monk, Wang Zheng deliberately wanted to tease him: "There is nothing wrong. After all, this Leiyin Temple is magnificent and can be regarded as one of the best places in the holy land."

When the young monk heard this, his eyes turned: "The donor's words are wrong. For me Buddhist monks, everything is external. Only wisdom and discernment of the true self are true. Blessing is just a test of the soul, just like the mirror and Bodhi, which is always shiny no matter what kind of house you are in."

Haha, the little hairy child is too young. I knew you would say that.

Wang Zheng smiled clearly and then said, "Little monk, have you heard a word?"

"What do you mean?" Looking at Wang Zheng's smile that was malicious no matter how you look at it, the little monk's heart thrust, but he still followed Wang Zheng's words.

"There is no tree in Bodhi, and the mirror is not a platform. There is nothing, so where can dust be caused?" Wang Zheng looked at the little monk with a smile and was stunned for a moment, and a bad taste arose in his heart.

The little monk was stunned.

Facing such Buddhist verses, the master may not be confused. However, such a young child has just established his views and has not experienced it deeply. Nine out of ten Buddhist verses of such master-level Buddhist verses.

"Haha, the donor Huigen is indeed extraordinary. How about entering the true lineage of Leiyin Temple?"

Just as the little monk was struggling to sweat a lot, a sound that seemed to have magic suddenly sounded, soothing the little monk's struggled heart.

Wang Zheng looked up and saw Monk Jingxin stepping on the lotus and breaking into the void. He looked at Wang Zheng with bright eyes, as if he had seen the evil taste in Wang Zheng's heart.

However, Wang Zheng's face is no longer the same as before. How could he feel guilty because of this wise look?

Facing the monk Jingxin, Wang Zheng just smiled indifferently and said, "Just make a joke with this little monk, Master Jingxin should not mind. As for joining Buddhism, Wang's mind is not stable enough, and he may ruin his Taoism."

Jingxin heard this, and didn't say much, touched the little monk's shining bald head: "Ci'en, donor Wang is just joking with you. Don't think too much, you are you, Ci'en, my Buddhist son of Leiyin Temple."

When the little monk Ci'en heard this, his eyes flashed with an instant of enlightenment. He folded his hands together and bowed with a firm eye: "Thank you for the donor's teachings, the little monk is Ci'en."

"Haha, go." Monk Jingxin waved his hand with a smile.

The little monk Ci'en nodded at Wang Zheng and Jingxin with a smile, then turned around and left.

After walking a few steps, the aura of the little monk Ci'en suddenly increased!

Wang Zheng was stunned by this scene. How old is this little kid? Is it true that he is six years old? Is he an epiphany? Is the genius in the holy land so unreasonable?

As if he saw Wang Zheng’s doubts, Monk Jingxin smiled and said, “The practice of Ci'en’s practice is the Buddha Sutra of the Three Ages. He can distinguish the past and look at the future, but insist on this life. With a joke from the donor, he will distinguish himself. This cultivation will naturally make rapid progress.”

"So that's it." Wang Zheng suddenly realized that Buddhist techniques pay more attention to the word "intellectual" than others. By chance, it is not an exaggeration to Ci'en's gains.

"By the way, Master Jingxin. Why did he come to the door in person suddenly? But what's the important thing?" Wang Zheng suddenly asked.

Jingxin smiled still: "It's nothing, the genius will be about to be around. The donor of the monk temple seems to be moved, so I will ask."
Chapter completed!