Black Prison City is a murderous place with no rules.
Who is Lian Sanniang? Without any means, Xiaoyaoju can stand here for many years?
He dared to openly provoke her and the entire Xiaoyaoju. He was indeed inflated and he really didn't want to live anymore.
Those who hinder Lian Sanniang never end well.
Feng Mian's contact with her was only because of Pang Sanqian's presence, so he was basically polite. Otherwise, it would have been Feng Mian alone? I'm afraid he would have died a thousand times.
After Zhang Fangyou was reduced to ashes, many people below immediately panicked.
Tie Muyan was about to catch up and catch everyone in one fell swoop. But at this time, Pang Sanqian personally signaled that they should be ignored for the time being, as they would be useful later. The most important thing now was Feng Mian.
Unexpectedly, as the guard of Xiaoyaoju, Tiemuyan is a stubborn person and never knows how to make changes that are too troublesome, so he only listens to Lian Sanniang. Even the ruler does not buy it.
In a few breaths, everyone on Zhang Fangyou's side was killed, and no one was spared. Kill them all: "Anyone who offends Xiaoyaoju and is disrespectful to Sanniang should all be killed!"
When the commander Pang Sanqian saw this scene, his face darkened and he glanced at Tie Muyan: "You kid, you are really..."
"Huh? What do you want to do? He is my guard commander. I am the biggest in this Xiaoyaoju. Since I didn't stop him, what if he killed these rabble? Do you have any objections?"
Pang Sanqian had no choice but to sigh and leave.
"Feng Mian, come with me. I have something I need to explain to you."
With his eyes moving, Feng Mian glanced at Lian Sanniang, then stepped forward to follow.
Xiaoyao lives ten miles away, in a pavilion.
Pang Sanqian put his hands behind his back and stood quietly.
Feng Mian stood behind him, not speaking, but frowning slightly, waiting for him to speak first.
"Feng Mian, have you seen it? This is the true face of Black Prison City. What you saw before was just the surface. Why do you think Sanniang can control the entire Xiaoyaoju alone, and no one dares to provoke it?"
Feng Mian nodded lightly, but was not at all surprised.
He has experienced the Divine Pillar Space and seen the methods of the Phoenix Emperor's shadow. And he was almost killed along the way. Is there anything else strange about it? Isn't this the world like this? The strong are respected.
"Pang Tongyu, I know very well what you are going to say. On the surface, you are in charge of this Black Prison City, and Lian Sanniang controls Xiaoyaoju. But the undercurrent has never subsided. No one here obeys anyone, right?
"
Strength is the only right to speak. If Feng Mian's strength can be raised to a certain level and he can single-handedly suppress all the murderous cultivators here, he can also stand in the position of a ruler.
Turning around, Pang Sanqian looked at Feng Mian seriously, approaching step by step.
"You naturally understand these truths, there is no need for me to explain them. I asked you to come here with me because I want to tell you another reality. There are no good people here, including me and Lian Sanniang."
The conversation gradually became sharper: "If you want to master the spirit control technique, then Lian Sanniang is the best teacher. She is the strongest spirit control master. But if you think she will have no reservations about you, then it's a big mistake.
It’s so wrong.”
Frowning lightly, Feng Mian was so wise that he naturally knew what Pang Sanqian was talking about. In addition, he saw Lian Sanniang's methods with his own eyes. If her bottom line was really touched, Feng Mian might not survive.
"In short, please remember one thing, there are no good people in this Black Prison City, only interests. Everyone's interactions have their own purposes, including me towards you. As for what you want to do next,
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It’s up to you.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Pang Sanqian's shadow flashed and disappeared.
Feng Mian stood quietly for a long time without leaving.
Not long after, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "The people here are really interesting, at least they are not sanctimonious. If you have anything to say or what purpose you have, they will say it directly."
At this time, a figure wearing light armor came quickly.
"Feng Mian, if you don't go back, Sanniang said, you don't have to go back."
The person who came was Tie Muyan, and there was something wrong with the way he looked at Feng Mian, as if he was hostile.
His face darkened, Feng Mian stomped his feet, turned into an afterimage, and attacked Tie Muyan head-on.
Phew! Pah! Bang!
There were continuous muffled sounds, and golden light spread out. Feng Mian used the Thirty-six Tiangang Fist, and the shadow of his fist instantly surrounded Tie Muyan. But the latter did not show weakness, and retreated sharply, turning the weapon in his hand, and bursts of energy
Swing it away to offset it.
With his hands guarding his chest, the blade and Qi Jin collided with each other, and both retreated at the same time.
"Feng Mian, what do you want to do? I haven't asked you for an explanation yet, so why don't you take action first?"
Tiemuyan's face was gloomy and ugly. He had a faint murderous intention toward Feng Mian.
With a wave of his right hand, the original weapon disappeared and was replaced by a pair of gloves made of fine iron.
With a stomp of his feet, Tiemuyan instantly spread all his cultivation, and the aura of the late-stage God Realm was fully unleashed.
A black light appeared above the fist, facing Feng Mian's Tiangang Fist.
Suddenly, the entire battlefield was shaken by layers of fluctuations. The two of them stamped their feet at the same time and stood on the same spot.
A deep mark appeared on the ground, and the fists of the two were evenly matched.
"Feng Mian, you are quite capable. You can still be so calm under my Wuxiang Iron Fist. It seems that this move is enough to explain why Sanniang brought you into Xiaoyao Residence."
Feng Mian's feelings at this moment were completely different. With this punch, he clearly felt that Tie Muyan's strength was not only at the late stage of the God Rushing Realm, but should have reached the early stage of the Half-step Divine Vein Realm, although he only had a touch of the skills.
Even so, why would such a strong man stay in Xiaoyaoju wholeheartedly? Would he be willing to become a guard commander?
But as soon as his thoughts changed, Feng Mian seemed to understand. He was probably another infatuated person.
After restraining his breath, Feng Mian cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Commander Tiemu, you can put away your hostility towards me. I don't have the intention towards Sanniang at all as you think. I naturally have my purpose in entering Xiaoyaoju."
A hint of embarrassment flashed across Tiemuyan's face when he was struck by his thoughts, but he quickly calmed down.
"Hmph! Who comes to Xiaoyaoju without a purpose? As long as you don't have any evil intentions. Go back quickly. You have seen Sanniang's temper and methods, and you still want to get in the way?"
A quarter of an hour later, Xiaoyaoju.
"Are you willing to come back? I thought you were scared by me, so you just left."
Lian Sanniang turned her back to Feng Mian and said calmly: "Now that you are back, do you still want to learn the skills of a spiritual master? If you don't want to, then I will save you the trouble, and you can leave now.
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Feng Mian stepped forward, stepped on a piece of green grass, raised his hands and said: "How could it be? Since I have come back, I have never thought about leaving. That kind of scene is normal, I have seen a lot, it is nothing at all.
"
Turning around, Lian Sanniang looked Feng Mian up and down, her eyes a little strange.
"Oh? Since you think that scene is nothing, then next, I will let you see the real big scene.
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How is the scene? This can be regarded as a test for you, whether you are destined to become a spiritual master."
Her delicate body flashed and appeared behind Feng Mian. Her jade hands flew quickly, and a mark appeared. She spread her hands, and a vortex surged, from which a huge ferocious beast was thrown violently.
"Feng Mian, you can choose to run away now, and you will be safe and sound. But you will lose the qualifications as a spiritual master from now on. You can also choose to take it down. It is just an ordinary lion, contaminated with some monster turbidity, and becomes ferocious."
With a step forward, Feng Mian flew up and was about to use his spiritual power to defend himself, but Sanniang continued to remind him: "If you want to pass my test, then put away your cultivation spiritual power and subdue it with your bare hands. I will
It depends on how good you are."
As soon as his mind moved, the golden light on Feng Mian's body dissipated. He protected his chest with both hands, and a huge impact hit him, and then his figure quickly retreated. Even with the strength of his body, he couldn't bear it at all.
"The art of controlling spirits is to get rid of distracting thoughts and enhance the power of the soul. Then control the energy of the ferocious beast with your mind and let it act according to your wishes. As long as you do this, you can control these ferocious beasts effortlessly."
It's easy to say, but it's not easy to actually do it.
Feng Mian forcefully resisted the lion's attack. Its eyes were already scarlet, as if it had been hungry for a long time.
Bang! Bang!
Feng Mian was shocked when he punched the lion on the forehead. He felt a counterattack force in his meridians, causing huge burning pain. He stepped back. In an instant, the lion had the upper hand, suppressing him and unable to move.
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The fists kept falling on the male lion, but the aura was covered with a solid layer of energy that could not be broken with bare hands. He lunged forward and bit Feng Mian's shoulder.
Seeing this, Lian Sanniang shook her head in disappointment: "It seems that I am the one who thinks highly of you."
Feng Mian's eyes were filled with anger, but he still had to suppress the automatic defense of the Golden Body Art.
"Beast, I don't believe I can't cure you!"
A force surged from his fist, and a crackling sound came from the meridians in his arm.
The ferocious aura of the lion beast entered his body along with the blood. His whole body felt like it was boiling.
Feng Mian held the lion's head tightly with both hands, concentrating all his strength on one place.
Bang! Boom!
In an instant, he pushed the lion beast out with his bare hands.
His body turned and he managed to stabilize. There was burning pain in his meridians, as if a different power was awakening. A strange light flashed in his eyes, staring at the male lion beast.
"Beast, I think you are looking for death!"
With his right hand clenched into a fist, Feng Mian's clothes whistled in the strong wind.
The body slowly flew up and stared at the male lion beast, its aura completely locking it.
With a wave of his hand, the giant ferocious beast flew directly up and was then slammed to the ground.
Snapped!
Smoke and dust were everywhere, and the fierceness of the male lion beast was completely controlled by Feng Mian. With the help of force, the beast was unable to resist. It was beaten again and again until the male lion beast had little breath left.
Staggering back, Feng Mian suddenly felt dizzy in his mind, and finally managed to stabilize himself.
Lian Sanniang came over at this time and looked at Feng Mian: "Yes, you are the first person to be able to do this for your first time as a spirit master. You are indeed a genius as a spirit master."
Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. Feng Mian looked at his arms. Although the sleeves were broken, the strength seemed to be different: "This is the spirit control technique? It seems that I have only just touched the basics of it, right?"