In the process of escaping, Feng Mian used the concealment technique as quickly as possible and disappeared on the mountain road under the cover of darkness. There is no bottom line? Compared with life, the bottom line is nothing!
At this time, the mysterious man's voice came from Feng Mian's mind: "Boy, can you show some face? Don't say you know me when you go out in the future. I can't afford to be embarrassed. Really, you are so shameless!"
Unexpectedly, Feng Mian disagreed: "Senior, you must have seen the situation just now. That guy Yang Shuo consumed too much of my energy. If I go up against an opponent who is not even weaker than Lin Xiuran, I have no chance of winning.
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There is no shame in running away. Knowing that you can't defeat someone, but insisting on being stubborn when you can escape with your life is a fool.
Feng Mian had his own plan. The woman who called Yang Shuo's brother was not weak. Now that she had discovered him, there must be helpers behind her. If she encountered a stronger opponent or was besieged, Feng Mian would be even more passive.
Silent, the mysterious man was too lazy to talk to him.
Not long after, it started to rain heavily in the sky, and the rain became heavier and heavier.
Feng Mian discovered that there was a ruined temple not far ahead. Now it was unrealistic for him to abandon the carriage and continue to move forward in this weather. So he galloped towards the ruined temple decisively.
Breaking into the ruined temple, luckily there was no one else. Feng Mian looked around and after making sure there was no danger, he relaxed a little: "It seems like there will be no peace along the way."
Sit down cross-legged, close your eyes and enter the space of the imperial pillar.
The aura in Feng Mian's body became more abundant after the battle with Yang Shuo. In fact, in this situation, he can attack the creation realm at any time, he just needs a suitable time.
In the space, the mysterious man disappeared. Feng Mian shook his head helplessly, maybe the former still thought he was too embarrassed. A grown man actually ran away in front of a woman!
As the Golden Body Technique was running, Feng Mian soon felt crackling sounds in the meridians in his body, as well as in several important places in his body. This was a sign that the spiritual energy flow was constantly impacting, and there was a possibility of a breakthrough at any time.
"Sigh... Originally I wanted to wait a little longer to see where your limits are. But now it seems that if I don't teach you, you will do even more embarrassing things."
The mysterious man's voice came again: "Cross your legs and close your eyes. Use the residual energy of God here as a barrier to attack as quickly as possible to reach the realm of creation. Then I will give you two sets of spiritual martial arts to choose from."
With a thought in his mind, Feng Mian adjusted his breathing. The Golden Body Technique was flowing, and auras were swirling around him. Immediately afterwards, his body seemed to have been hit hard, and every stream of air rushing towards him was like a heavy hammer falling on him.
Not long after, a puff of smoke finally appeared above his head, showing a milky white color, and the smoke dispersed, surrounding his figure. The injuries sustained during the actual battle gradually became completely scabbed and became extremely hard.
It is most obvious on his fists, which look like they have a layer of armor. The golden light shines in the fine lines, but it is not very obvious at this level.
"With a clear mind, hold your soul and keep it together, concentrate your spiritual power on one point, and rush upward with the flow. When the inspiration suddenly appears, fight for the good fortune of heaven and earth!"
The mysterious man's voice was like a loud bell, banishing all of Feng Mian's distracting thoughts.
His figure began to rotate slowly, and then slowly rose into the air. A whirlwind formed around the space, and the remnants of God's energy enveloped it.
The next moment, Feng Mian suddenly opened his hands, and the whole space let out a low roar. The runes on the stone pillars also flashed for an instant, but it was only for a moment. The transparent chains made a rattling sound that was even more difficult to suppress.
Feng Mian's eyes suddenly opened. He felt that the breath in his body was extremely smooth, and the level of the Creation Realm was indeed different. At the same time, two white lights entered his consciousness.
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My mind shook violently, and I was forcefully brought back to reality in an instant, without having time to see what it was.
When he looked around again, his eyes suddenly focused on the corner of the ruined temple.
An old figure was huddled there. His hair was disheveled and he was holding a strange rattan cane in his hand. He looked like a beggar, but Feng Mian's expression was particularly solemn.
When he came in before, there was no such person at all. So when did he come in? Why couldn't he feel any breath? Feng Mian could conclude that this person could not be an ordinary person.
What's even stranger is that next to the old beggar, there is a black pig the size of ten people hugging each other. Yes, it is indeed a black pig. But Feng Mian judged from the sense of smell that this black pig does not have that unique smell.
Instead, it emits a refreshing fragrance.
At this time, the old beggar slowly turned over and glanced at Feng Mian sleepily: "Oh? You have made a breakthrough now? Little guy, it seems that you are very good. The skills you practice and your aura are all...
Very unique.”
After a moment of silence, Fengmian disappeared.
He made a fist with his right hand. After two breaths, a golden light exploded from his fist and struck at the old beggar's face.
But the next second, Feng Mian was even more frightened. Because the old beggar was motionless and ignored him at all.
The black pig next to him opened his eyes and glanced lazily at Feng Mian. He made a sound from his mouth. Then he breathed, and a breath burst out. In an instant, a strong air flow hit, and Feng Mian stepped back quickly.
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Sitting up lazily, the old beggar smiled: "Young man, don't be so impulsive. In this day of heavy rain, you and I are just people who are taking a temporary shelter. I have no interest in you."
After giving him a wary look, Feng Mian slowly stepped aside.
The old beggar glanced over again, nodded and said: "You are quite good, your level of strength is very solid, and you can see that you are trained with real materials. You can kill Yang Shuo and still escape from that girl's hands..."
Stomping his feet hard, Feng Mian rushed forward. But the black pig still blocked him.
Feng Mian's face was solemn and he stared at him warily: "Who are you? Why do you know so clearly?"
At this time, the old man stood up and looked at Feng Mian up and down, even turning around to observe him.
"Not bad, really good. The strength of your physical body surpasses that of most of your peers, and you are a talented person. As an old man, I really can't find any faults for the time being. The only thing is that your character needs to be tempered."
Seeing this, Feng Mian thought of a scene, that is, choosing pork in the wet market...
Suddenly, the old man made a sudden move, grabbed Feng Mian's right arm and pulled him forward!
Almost as an instinctive reaction, Feng Mian quickly twisted his palm, turned his wrist sharply, and struck the old man with a palm. The next moment, the old man's figure disappeared and turned out to be just a shadow! Feng Mian knew that he was no match!
"Senior, who are you? What do you want to do?"
The old beggar turned around, slowly returned to the corner where he was, and huddled on the straw: "Who is this old man? He's just a bad old man riding a pig, wandering around, nothing special. By the way, what happened to that boy from Junyang?
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Hearing this, Feng Mian's face changed completely. He stared at the old man with his eyes. The latter had no ill intentions towards him, and his father's name was what he said. Is there any connection with the Feng family?
Hands over: "Senior, do you know my father? It's a pity that his situation is very bad now..."
"oh?"
The old beggar's eyes flickered, and he became interested: "I'm just telling you why the aura on your body feels familiar. It turns out that you are the son of that boy from Junyang, and he is already so old. When I gave him Han Qian Wushuang,
It’s very small.”
Stepping forward quickly, Feng Mian's expression became respectful. But just as he was about to approach the old man, he was stopped by the man in front of him.
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The black pig blocked the way. He was aggressive and this guy didn't seem to like him very much.
"Bihuan, don't be ridiculous. After all, he is your nephew!"
Feng Mian: "..."
Hearing this, Black Pig calmed down his breath, glanced at Feng Mian coldly, and fell asleep directly.
"Little guy, you said the current situation in Junyang is very bad? Did something happen?"
Just when Feng Mian was about to explain, a strong aura rushed towards his face from outside the ruined temple, even carrying an undisguised murderous intention.
His expression darkened, and Feng Mian immediately felt that this aura was somewhat familiar. The girl still came after him.
Feng Mian stepped back and became more vigilant. His aura surged in circles.
Sure enough, a beautiful figure flashed over. The whole body was covered with a mist-like cyclone, which completely blocked the rain. There was not even a drop of water on the light yellow dress.
"You brat, I said I will kill you! The moment you kill my brother, you should be prepared to pay the price with your life."
Staring at Feng Mian coldly, the cyclone around him continued to surge.
At this time, the old man in the corner glanced at the two of them, closed his eyes, and continued to sleep.
Feng Mian: "..."
After a moment of silence, Yang Lian stamped her jade foot, and a green-edged long sword appeared in her hand. She stabbed Feng Mian head-on. The sword flowers spread out and gathered in an instant, approaching Feng Mian's vitals.
Under this situation, Feng Mian understood the gap between the two. He had just broken through the creation realm, and he could not compare with Yang Lian. If he was tough, even if he narrowly won, he would be seriously injured.
His mind moved at will, his steps flashed, and he narrowly avoided the fatal blow. His wrist made a strange change, he grabbed Yang Lian's sword hilt, and hit her wrist hard with his elbow. The two passed by each other.
At the same time, Feng Mian forcibly twisted her body and turned her right hand into a fist. Golden light suddenly appeared and hit her shoulder with a palm. The two of them staggered back at the same time.
"You brat, I didn't expect that in such a short period of time, you could break through the barrier and enter the realm of creation. If so, I can't even keep you!"
As the long sword turned, a powerful blue sword light emerged. It dispersed instantly.
But Feng Mian was faster. He clenched his fists with both hands and golden light burst out. His body also shot out, passing through the center of the sword and heading towards Yang Lian's face. Almost at the same time, both his fist and the long sword shot out.
Reach each other's vital points.
Looking at it, the old man remained unmoved, and even the black pig showed no intention of moving.
"You bastard, you're going to die!"
The sword blade moved and sliced across Feng Mian's neck.
At this moment, Yang Lian's eyes widened and she stared at Feng Mian in disbelief. Because her long sword fell down with a snap, her right arm broke with a snap, and blood spurted out instantly.
Continuously retreating, Yang Lian stared at Feng Mian with a cold and ferocious face: "You brat, how dare you...how dare you...I will definitely kill you!"
Feng Mian also had a serious look on his face. If he hadn't used a bit of soul power at this critical moment, I'm afraid he would be the one who fell now.
"What? Do you want to fight again?"
Yang Lian's right hand was disabled, and she felt a trace of fear in her anger. Besides, there was another person next to her. After weighing the balance, she glanced at Feng Mian bitterly: "Boy, I, the Yang family of Qingfeng City, will never let you go!"
The delicate body flashed and disappeared quickly.
On the other side, the old man rode a black pig and stopped at the entrance of the ruined temple. He pointed his finger and shot out a white light: "Little guy, you are very good. If you are interested, go to Laifeng Academy in the Imperial Capital. I will wait for you, old guy!"
Looking at the mark on his palm, Feng Mian looked at the old man riding the pig who disappeared in an instant: "What does this weird old man mean? Laifeng Academy? You can go and take a trip!"