At the same time, the farmer's heart sank, but he did not show any doubts.
Instead, he followed Zhang Xing's words and chatted.
At the same time, he quickly analyzed why Zhang Xing did not give him face.
According to Zhang Xing's style, with his status and strength, there was no need for him to do this, but he still did it.
What did this mean?
There was only one reason, Zhang Xing and Hua Rong already knew each other and had interacted before.
Furthermore, Hua Rong did not leave a good impression on Zhang Xing.
Oh no!
It was not as simple as not having a good impression, it must be a very bad one.
Sigh!
The farmer sighed in his heart.
He knew that his clever descendant must have done something that made Zhang Xing very disgusted, so Zhang Xing did not bother with her.
Originally, he thought that this was a beautiful marriage, but who would have thought that …
Sigh!
This was fate!
For the rest of the journey, Zhang Xing and the farmer talked about the future development of the human race and the different understandings of the cultivation realms.
The farmer was indeed an almighty of the older generation who had cultivated for many years, his words were also very enlightening to Zhang Xing.
At the same time, Zhang Xing's understanding of the Dao also benefited the farmer greatly.
Very quickly, he forgot about the marriage between Princess Hua Rong and Zhang Xing.
It was not that he really wanted to forget, but he thought that Hua Rong did not have that fate, and was not worthy of Zhang Xing.
Therefore, he put down this extravagant request, and focused on discussing the comprehension of cultivation with Zhang Xing.
A week later, they arrived at a part of the territory occupied by the human race in the north.
From the second to the fourth level, the fate of the human race was not good.
The north was also an unusually cold place, lacking cultivation resources, and could not develop properly.
The human race's territory in the north was considered better.
It was not that they had more resources in their territory, but it was too far away.
It was not close to the east or west, and just happened to be close to Mount Mang, and there were no strong enemies in the three directions.
In the east, there were other tribes bordering the Demon Sect, and in the middle, there was a big river, and was not close to the Demon Sect.
The west was thousands of miles away from the Shura Sect.
Therefore, relatively speaking, the human race had been living a relatively peaceful life in recent years. There were no major wars.
Even if there were, there would only be some minor conflicts with the surrounding tribes.
Of course, it was mainly because the farmer was too intimidating. No one dared to risk their lives against him.
They all knew that the farmer did not have much time left, so he was not afraid of death.
If they angered him, even the Demon Sect, Devil Sect, and Asura Sect would suffer heavy losses.
There was no need for them to provoke the farmer. They could only wait for him to exhaust his life and turn into dust.
However, no one had expected that the farmer's tone would be so good. Not only had he found a successor, but he had also gained some insights through his discussion with Zhang Xing.
The farmer drank with Zhang Xing for a day or two, then plunged into the snowy mountain to search for the opportunity of the Dao of Snow.
This was also because he no longer had anything to worry about and had let go of the heavy burden in his heart. Only then would he be able to use the Heart Mirror.
On the third day, a group of uninvited guests came to the human territory.
They carried a large palanquin, blew trumpets, dressed in red and green, and held up a large red 'xi' character to propose marriage!
"Haha!
How interesting. As soon as Brother Farmer left, they came looking for trouble! "
Zhang Xing had already announced to the entire north that he had taken over the position of Human King.
However, the two days of banquets were deserted, and not many tribes came to congratulate him.
The main reason was that the farmer was amiable and did not bully the weak tribes.
As time passed, the sects that were about as strong as the human race did not take the farmer seriously.
However, they still had a bottom line. As long as they did not cross the line, no matter what they did, the farmer would not get angry.
Therefore, the younger generation of the sects and tribes would often quarrel, and the older generation would not care.