After finishing the third round, Zhang Heng rushed back without stopping.
When flying in the second ring, his speed slowed down a lot.
Just to avoid the crisscrossing space cracks.
They are mainly giant space cracks that are tens of thousands of meters long and thousands of meters wide.
As for the giant space crack above the head that parted the sky in the middle, it was so long that there was no end in sight and was more than ten thousand meters wide.
Zhang Heng hid far away, fearing that he would fall in.
You have to stay away because all the space cracks are swallowing up everything around them all the time.
If you get too close, you might get sucked in if you're not careful.
The larger the space crack, the stronger the suction force it emits.
Of course, Zhang Heng can still resist the swallowing of general space cracks with his own strength.
Even if he fell in, it would not matter. With his average speed of the seventh level, it would be quite easy to get out.
Zhang Heng deliberately suppressed his speed and flew across the purple land, leaving a long trail behind.
“Huff, huff, huff!”
The strong wind blowing by his ears pressed the yellow fur on his body tightly against his skin.
"Um?"
Suddenly, Zhang Heng frowned and stopped immediately.
It was because he clearly felt that the wind around his body had changed inexplicably!
There is a touch of spirituality.
A free and unrestrained spirituality.
Zhang Heng looked up with a sense of something, and his eyes narrowed.
He suddenly saw a person.
A middle-aged man with disheveled hair and wearing a tattered light gray robe.
The middle-aged man had an unshaven beard, but his temperament was quite free and easy. There was a green foxtail grass in the corner of his mouth.
He was surrounded by miniature versions of the wind.
Hurricanes, gales, breezes, typhoons, tornadoes...
From Zhang Heng's perspective, any one of these gusts of wind could easily turn an ordinary seventh-level warrior into ashes.
"Tian Gang Feng Wang!"
Zhang Heng slowly rose to the same level as the man and confronted him.
Although it was the first time he saw the man not far away, Zhang Heng recognized his identity at a glance.
Terrifying and extraordinary strength.
A distinctive temperament.
Anytime, anywhere, with all the winds accompanying you.
If not that man, who else could it be?
"Western Rat Overlord?"
Hearing the solemn words that Zhang Heng blurted out, Tiangang Wind King also reacted.
He looked at Zhang Heng carefully, his gaze especially lingering on the eight silver wings for a while.
He then touched the stubble on his face and nodded slightly.
"With F-grade bloodline and a first-level realm, you have reached the ranks of kings. You can truly be called a genius."
"In this regard, all the kings, including me, are inferior to you."
Facing the praise from Tiangang Wind King, Zhang Heng's expression was calm and composed.
He knew that the purpose of Tiangang Fengwang stopping him was definitely not to say such meaningless words.
Sure enough, seeing Zhang Heng's extreme indifference, Tiangang Wind King raised his eyebrows slightly.
The myriad winds surrounding him stirred slightly, and wisps of terrifying, destructive energy inadvertently leaked out.
He suddenly changed the subject.
"But no matter what capital you have, what you rely on, or what you think..."
"No one should get close to Fourth Sister!"
As soon as the Tiangang Wind King's voice fell!
In the nearby area, the air was in turmoil, gathering into a wind that howled and raged.
“Crack, crack, crack!”
Beneath them, the incomparably solid purple-black stone ground could not withstand such terrifying power.
It is constantly eroded and weathered into fine purple particles.
The pervasive wind flowed freely, spreading the purple particles to every corner of the space.
In an instant, the sky and the earth seemed to be covered with a piece of purple frosted glass, becoming hazy and unclear.
But Zhang Heng stood in the wind, letting it blow.
Standing still!
Facing the warning from Tiangang Wind King.
Instead of being fearless, he put his claws behind his back and smiled.
"Tian Gang Feng Wang, you are a king, yet you are stubborn and stubborn, trapped by your love for your children."
“Wind is a symbol of freedom.”
"The wind exists in the vast universe, leaving no trace."
"Yet you chose to tie yourself up."
"Jiang Miao clearly has no feelings for you, yet you're still clinging to her and won't give in. It's pathetic and ridiculous."
While speaking, Zhang Heng did not forget to shake his round head.
In fact, considering that Tiangang Feng Wang is a king, Zhang Heng has already given him some face.
Otherwise, why would he say so many implicit words? He would just say "The dog that licks the boot never dies well".
Even so, even though Zhang Heng spoke tactfully.
Tiangang Fengwang's expression darkened, and his carefree demeanor was largely gone.
It was all because what Zhang Heng said was almost the same as what Fourth Sister said when she rejected him ruthlessly.
This made him feel uncomfortable, very uncomfortable!
"Pooh!"
The Heavenly Wind King spat out the dogtail grass and stared at Zhang Heng with cold eyes.
"King of the Western Rat, stop talking nonsense!"
"You don't think that Fourth Sister is close to you because she is truly in love with you, do you?"
Zhang Heng's face darkened slightly when he heard this.
In fact, he had already suspected this.
Fujie Miu not only gave Fujino a chance of life, but also came from afar to rescue him.
Without asking for anything in return, she wholeheartedly collected treasures for him that could increase his basic attributes.
No matter how I think about it, I feel there is something hidden.
Looking at the appearance of Tiangang Fengwang now, could it be that he knows something?
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