When climbing, you must climb high...

Mr. Chen is not climbing to a high mountain, but to climb to an expert.

Could it be that those legends about Li Taibai, Du Shaoling, Sun Simiao... and other sages who hid in the mountains and rivers, advanced to Wuju, and almost became immortals, are true?

Liu Juzheng seemed to be a different person. He ignored Mrs. Zhang's words and only asked calmly:

"I have something to ask Mr. Chen."

Chen Yanjun nodded and said:

"Excuse me, Mr. Liu."

Liu Juzheng got straight to the point and asked directly:

"May I ask how you entered the third realm, Master?"

The whole audience was shocked.

Staring at Chen Yanjun, speechless.

Mr. Chen, a mere mortal, could actually enter the third realm of nourishing qi early?

Could this be the reason why he was able to knock down Young Master Zhang with one punch?

Chen Yanjun did not hide his secrets and said calmly:

"Confront the demonic illusion and climb over the mountain."

Liu Juzheng's eyes moved slightly, his vision suddenly became clear, and he suddenly laughed loudly.

"Hahaha!"

There were tears of laughter in his eyes.

The laughter suddenly became high-pitched, and in the blink of an eye, the short figure became as towering as a mountain.

He seemed to see the light he was chasing that night. It was actually a scenery that could only be seen through the illusion of demonic energy.

"There is no way out despite the mountains and rivers, and there is another village with dark flowers and dark flowers, hahahaha!"

Mrs. Zhang saw that Liu Juzheng was about to lose control, and she quickly threatened:

"Please also ask Mr. Liu to judge the poem quickly!"

"It's a bad sentence!"

Liu Juzheng actually said something back.

"There is pure air in the world!"

Chen Yanjun was stunned and silent, vaguely feeling that he might have gotten into trouble...

Mrs. Zhang's face was as black as ink, and her eyes were as cold as a vulture, staring straight at Liu Juzheng.

"Liu Juzheng, are you crazy?"

Liu Juzheng took a sip from the pot, and his black hair instantly turned as white as frost and spread out in all directions.

The red and greasy face also became densely wrinkled, like an octogenarian.

However, his spine is as straight as a mountain, and he has a majestic and refreshing air.

The eyes surrounded by wrinkles were as bright as stars, and there was no more sadness.

Suddenly he raised his head and smiled, and strode out.
Chapter completed!