"Hiss——"

Lu Zheng took a breath of cold air.

The name of the Lord of the Mountain is Gao Xiu. She is a woman, two meters tall, with broad shoulders and long legs. She has a strong body, a suit of iron armor, and a black cloak behind her back.

She has a straight eyebrow and wide almond-shaped eyes. She is definitely not beautiful, but her face is majestic, and she doesn’t have the aura of a woman who looks like a girl to a boy.

He is indeed a black bear spirit, even more powerful than Hu Yijun!

The husband of Lord Gao Shan is a mortal, his name is Wang Muran. He wears a plain white Confucian robe, has an elegant face, and has silver hair on his temples. Although he is a full head shorter than Lord Gao, he is dressed in a Confucian style. The temperament is not bad either.

Lu Zheng heard from Hu Yijun that although this Confucian scholar did not have high qualifications, he successfully entered Taoism despite the massive resources poured down by the Lord of the Mountain. Although it was impossible to live forever, he still It’s okay to live an extra ten or twenty years, be healthy, and live to be a hundred years old without any problems.

As for Gao Junyu, the daughter of Lord Gao...

She is 1.8 meters tall, with tiger shoulders, ape arms, wasp waist and leopard legs. She has a handsome face and eyes like an eagle.

If she is beautiful, she is definitely more beautiful than the Lord of the Mountain, but she is also more heroic, the kind of heroic spirit that makes ordinary men feel timid when they see her.

It is also a suit of iron armor, but the cloak behind it is bright red. Behind it is a maid, holding a spear in her hand.

Lu Zheng glanced at them and felt that Hua Mulan and Mu Guiying were just like this at best based on their appearance. He just didn't know whether this girl's psychological will was equally strong.

Lu Zheng bowed his hands in greeting to the two of them, "I have met Lord Gao, I have met Mr. Wang."

The two returned the greeting, and then Gao Junyu stepped forward with doubts, " I have met Mr. Lu."

"Hello, Miss Gao." Lu Zheng nodded, glanced at the spear in the hand of the maid behind her, then reached out and patted the gourd, a bright silver dragon spear It appears in the hand.

"When we first meet, I don't have any spiritual treasures, but I heard that you also practice martial arts and are good at using long weapons. I have a mortal spear here, which should be able to be used by you for a while."

When Lu Zheng wanted to order Hou Ping's stick, the owner of Wanren Ancient Sword Hall could no longer do this business.

However, Lu Zheng bought a lot of weapons from him, and he was an absolutely high-quality customer. He also made friends and entered his circle.

So he introduced Lu Zheng into a circle that pursues extreme performance cold weapons. The factories that manufacture weapons can even get the latest and most advanced steel materials from the military.

Hard! Tough!

Wear-resistant! Resistant! Explosion resistant!

Unless you have a head-to-head confrontation with flying swords and magic weapons that are attached with true energy, they are definitely first-class ordinary weapons.

Hou Ping’s stick and various weapons of Peach Blossom Eighteen Heavenly Maidens were all ordered from this factory.

When Lu Zheng helped Peach Blossoms and the Eighteenth Heavenly Girl order weapons, he ordered many weapons at the same time, just so that they could be used when needed in the future.

　Just like now!

The handle of the gun is 1.8 meters and the head is 1.2 feet. The whole gun is bright silver. The gun handle is densely covered with fish scales to prevent it from slipping.

There is a coiled dragon wrapped around the handle and head of the gun. The dragon's tail is on the handle and the dragon's head is on the blade. It has angry eyes and claws.

The head of the gun has been polished and sharpened. Under the sunlight, a stream of light flashes past the head of the gun, which is dazzling.

Gao Junyu’s breathing paused for a moment. When had she ever seen such a majestic spear?

Putting aside his slight disdain for Lu Zheng’s low cultivation level, Gao Junyu swallowed excitedly and could hardly help but reach out, but still looked back at his parents.

Before she even saw her parents’ glances, Lu Zheng had already put the spear in her hands.

"What are you looking at? I am Hu Zhou's master. Even if you are your elder, I dare not say no to the gift given by the elder. This is a meeting gift from me. Just keep it. What does it have to do with your parents?"

Gao Junyu blinked, his mind was a little confused for a moment, and he didn't quite understand. He wanted to send the spear back, but he was a little reluctant to part with it.

Gao Xiulang laughed, "Mr. Lu is so refreshing, so we won't be polite, Jun Yu, thank you Master Lu!"

Wang Muran twirled his beard and smiled, "I dare not refuse the gift given by the elders? Well said."

Hu Yijun was also stroking his beard and smiling, feeling very proud.

Gao Junyu was overjoyed and hurriedly held his spear upside down and bowed in salute, "Jun Yu, thank you Master Lu for the gift of troops!"

"Master——"

Hu Zhou suddenly felt that the embroidered spring knife in his hand was no longer fragrant.

Lu Zheng turned around and blinked his left eye.

Hu Zhou was stunned for a moment, and then he immediately understood. His face lit up with joy and he stopped talking.

…

Lu Zheng took his seat, and everyone sent Gao Junyu and Hu Zhou to hang out, and then continued to discuss their wedding date.

It was finally agreed that on the tenth day of October half a year later, Huang Daojiday.

"Brother Lu and Miss Liu must come then!" Hu Yijun said.

“That’s natural, I’ll definitely come over.” Lu Zheng agreed with a smile.

Wang Yuzhi nodded repeatedly, feeling more and more grateful to Lu Zheng and Liu Qingyan in her heart. She found her husband and her son got married. Today, she would not have dared to think about it two years ago.

Several people decided on the marriage, and then started chatting. Wang Muran saw Lu Zheng dressed in Confucian robes, and started chatting with Lu Zheng.

Fortunately, Lu Zheng had the patience to read some Confucian works in this world after he had more luck. Although he was not very interested, he was able to have a few words with Wang Muran.

Soon, the sound of fighting and cheering came from outside.

This is...

Gao Xiu shook his head, "My little girl must have gotten a new weapon and couldn't help but find someone to try it on."

Wang Yuzhi's face changed, and she thought, could it be his own son? Gao Junyu knew what he was doing before, so don't get too excited this time.

She was not worried about her son losing, but she was worried that Hu Zhou would be accidentally injured.

Although I know that with Hu Zhou’s cultivation, even if he suffers some trauma, he can recover quickly, but what mother wants to see her son injured?

Wang Muran was attentive and saw Wang Yuzhi's reaction, so he smiled and said, "Let's go and have a look!"

A few people looked at each other and smiled, stood up in tacit understanding, and walked out of the cave. In the main hall, you can see a platform square halfway up the mountain at a glance.

Sure enough, it was Gao Junyu and Hu Zhou who were discussing!

Hu Zhou holds a knife in one hand and moves around. The wind of the knife whistles and the tiger roars faintly.

Gao Junyu stood in the center of the square, a bright silver dragon gun dancing like a dragon in his hand.

The two of them are like a dragon and a tiger. Tigers are flying all over the mountain, and dragons are entrenched on the top of the mountain.

The two of them attack and defend, alternating between each other. The fight is back and forth, inextricably linked.

Wang Yuzhi couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Wang Yuzhi’s lack of cultivation and eyesight meant that he couldn’t see it, but several others saw it. It seemed that the situation was evenly divided, but in fact Hu Zhou was completely suppressed by Gao Junyu.

His body moved so hard that he had to hide.

The sword wind roared, but it could not enter Gao Junyu's body at all.

Defeat is only a matter of time.

Sure enough, after a few rounds, Gao Junyu missed the Xiuchundao with one shot, and then the spear, like an ice, fire, poisonous dragon drill, reached Hu Zhou's chest in an instant.

WarThe fight is over!