The State of Jin is one of the many small states in the Southern Region and is famous for the fact that the Fire Domain is located within its territory.
Jinlan City is the city closest to the Fire Domain, and it has developed relatively prosperously due to this favorable location.
On this day, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy came to the city. He was dressed in Tsing Yi, handsome and ethereal, attracting frequent glances from women coming and going.
Feng Jinghong sighed in her heart: Even if she changes her appearance, she can't hide this prince's unparalleled temperament. Being too good is also a trouble...
He came to a restaurant that looked pretty good and ordered a few dishes and a pot of spirit wine. Feng Jinghong tasted it leisurely and listened to the discussions of the people around him.
The people who come here include both monks and ordinary people, and the things they discuss range from family affairs to matters in the spiritual world.
Which faction's patriarch has passed away, which family's children have become monks in the ancient religion, which family's girls have grown up and need to choose a husband, etc...
Feng Jinghong listened with great interest. His usual practice was too monotonous and he had no contact with these things. It was quite interesting to listen to it now.
By coincidence, Feng Jinghong heard her name.
"Have you heard that the divine light in the Fire Realm a few days ago turned out to be someone refining a weapon?" said a young monk.
"This matter has been spread all over the world. It is the Emperor of Heaven and his protector ancestor. It is said that they use the source of maternal energy and fairy gold to refine treasures. What a luxury!" Another young man in linen answered.
"With the legacy of the Immortal Emperor and the trophies of the Great Xia Dynasty, there must be no richer person in the world than the Emperor of Heaven!" the young monk said in an envious tone.
"Humph, no matter how good the resources are, what's the use? In the struggle for imperial supremacy, cultivation and combat power are the most important! The prince has been relying on the guardians that day, and it will be difficult for him to become a great weapon in the future!" came a discordant voice.
The young man who brought up the topic and his companions were startled and looked at the speaker. Feng Jinghong also cast his gaze over.
But he saw that the person who spoke was a young man of about twenty years old, dressed in purple robe, with a handsome face and extraordinary bearing. However, his expression was a little gloomy at this time.
"Fellow Taoist, be careful!" The two men in linen clothes were very nervous. Nowadays, the Immortal God Dynasty is so famous and at the height of its power. They never expected that someone would dare to arrange the master of the Immortal God Dynasty in public.
"I'll tell you the truth, why not? That day the prince was just relying on the support of his ancestor to be so unscrupulous, what kind of achievements did he have on his own?" The young man in purple robe seemed to be very resentful towards the Dynasty of the Immortal God.
"This..." The two young men in Mai didn't stop talking when they saw this man. They were afraid of getting into trouble, so they were so frightened that they hurriedly paid and left.
"Cowardly people!" The purple-robed young man glanced at the backs of the two of them with disdain.
"It's no wonder they are. Now that today's prince has a vicious reputation, it's normal for them to be afraid. Brother Xia shouldn't be angry about it." A man who was drinking at the same table advised.
The surname is Xia, could it be from their clan? Feng Jinghong narrowed her eyes.
"It doesn't matter how strong he is in the Immortal Dynasty. This is Donghuang, not Zhongzhou, so what if I scold him? Brother Gao, you are too cautious!" The purple-robed young man drank another glass of wine.
"Be careful in everything. There are many people talking here, so Brother Xia is better to be more cautious." The man named Gao said this, but his expression was very calm, and he was obviously not worried at all.
But the young man in purple robe seemed to be stimulated by these words. He slapped the table and stood up, the aura of the dragon-transformation realm swept across all directions: "I called him the emperor today, so what! Who dares to gossip?"
Most of the people around were mortals, and the only few monks were loose cultivators with weak auras. Seeing the fierce eyes of the purple-robed young man, they all lowered their heads and did not dare to speak for fear of setting themselves on fire. The originally bustling restaurant instantly became silent.
Seeing this scene, the young man in purple robe smiled proudly and was about to say something.
"Gudu!" came the voice of someone swallowing a drink.
The purple-robed young man glanced around and saw Feng Jinghong who was drinking.
Seeing that the other party's expression was dull, his temperament was aloof, and he had no reaction to the pressure he unleashed, the young man in purple robe felt nervous. Could he have met a master?
His spiritual consciousness swept through and found that the other party was just a little monk from the Four Extremes Secret Realm. Looking carefully, he didn't have the emblem of a big force on his body. He immediately became angry, you, a small Four Extremes cultivator, how dare you ignore me!
With a stern look in his eyes, the purple-robed young man said loudly to Feng Jinghong: "Boy, what did you hear just now?"
Feng Jinghong didn't look at him, and gently turned the wine glass in her hand: "The barking of the weak!"
"What?" The young man in purple robe was stunned for a moment by these words, and then suddenly realized, wasn't this talking about him? His face instantly turned red with anger!
"Say it again, little bastard!"
"Ha!" Feng Jinghong chuckled: "The wail of a bereaved dog!"
"You are looking for death!" These words deeply touched the scars in his heart. The purple-robed young man's angry eyes spit out fire, and he struck Feng Jinghong with a palm from the air. The palm print pierced the air, destroying the tables, chairs and benches along the way, and instantly
Arriving in front of Feng Jinghong.
But Feng Jinghong didn't even raise his head. He turned the wine glass in his hand and the mouth of the glass turned into a whirlpool. The huge palm print was like a small boat in the huge waves, and was directly swallowed by the whirlpool without causing any ripples.
Seeing this scene, the purple-robed man's pupils shrank instantly, and most of his drunkenness had gone away. The other party was able to easily receive his blow with the four-level cultivation. He was definitely not a mortal. The man surnamed Gao also stood up and stared at Feng Jinghong closely.
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"Who are you?" the man in purple robe asked in a deep voice.
"The dog-butcher!" Feng Jinghong said calmly.
"You..." Just as the man in purple robe was about to say something, Feng Jinghong had already taken action.
With a wave of his hand, the wine in the cup spilled out and turned into a silver dragon, baring its teeth and claws and pounced on the purple-robed young man.
The purple-robed young man didn't care to speak, and quickly used his divine power to build a golden shield in front of him.
However, the next second, the silver dragon destroyed his golden shield and then crashed into him.
Like a flood that destroyed a clay sculpture, the purple-robed man only had time to let out a scream before he turned into a pool of blood and mud.
"So weak?" Feng Jinghong was stunned. This was his first time fighting someone. Unexpectedly, the opponent didn't even catch a single move.
The man named Gao at the same table was also affected by the energy erupted by the silver dragon, and retreated in embarrassment.
Whoa! Two old men appeared next to him, "Young Master, are you okay?"
"I'm fine!" The man surnamed Gao looked ugly.
Feng Jinghong originally thought that this person would immediately ask his two guardians to take action, but she did not expect that this person actually endured it.
After taking a deep look at Feng Jinghong, the man surnamed Gao said solemnly: "Friend, are you being too harsh?"
"What, do you want to go down with him?" Feng Jinghong glanced at him lightly.
After killing a person with his own hands, Feng Jinghong found that she was not at all uncomfortable, but rather eager to try.
Taking a deep breath, the man surnamed Gao suppressed his anger. He must first understand the opponent's background before deciding whether to take action. At this age and with this kind of fighting power, the heirs of various holy places may not be able to match him. He can no longer do it for
The family has made enemies.
"I am from the Gao family in Xia Zhongzhou, Gao Linfeng. May I ask my friend his surname?"
Gao Linfeng? Feng Jinghong had an impression. This guy seemed to be the younger brother of the Twin Kings of Zhongzhou. Because of his two king-body brothers, his personality was extremely arrogant and he didn't take the world seriously.
When Ye Hei failed to cross the tribulation, he mocked Ye Hei and was severely punished.
Now it seems that those lessons are still very effective. This guy now actually knows to check the background first instead of going directly.
Feng Jinghong smiled playfully: "I am a loose cultivator in the Eastern Wasteland, Li Taibai! I was given a nickname - Sword Immortal!"