In the blink of an eye, another ten years have passed. Under the careful guidance of Xingchenzi and Zhantian, Yi Feng's cultivation has been soaring. However, it has stopped at the late stage of fusion, and he can't make any progress. And he still keeps on using the Xinghui Sword Technique.
No clue.
Regarding this, Master Xingchenzi just said: "You have encountered a bottleneck, and you can't break through it unless you practice diligently. Go down the mountain to practice, and find some materials to refine the natal flying sword for the golden elixir stage."
Before leaving, Xingchenzi also gave some money and spiritual stones to cover expenses on the road to Yifeng.
Thirty years later, I woke up from a dream one night, and it felt like a world away. After leaving Feilu Mountain, Yi Feng was at a loss. He didn’t know where to go or what to do. Before saying goodbye, Xingchenzi just said, “Let’s go.”
You can't linger on the secular world too much, you must return it within twenty years, and there isn't much else to explain.
Going down the mountain is also to broaden the horizons and improve the state of mind. Yi Feng simply does not worry about it and just takes it one step at a time.
Unknowingly, Yi Feng came to the most familiar place besides Feilu Mountain - Shengjing City. Before entering the city, Yi Feng went to the old beggar's grave to worship, but then he remembered what he had promised.
To avenge it.
However, cultivation has no time, and it has been thirty years in the blink of an eye. Although he has the strength to sweep through the secular martial arts world, he does not know who his enemy is. Of course, he knows that even if he is an enemy, he may not still be in the world.
Mortals do not have as long a lifespan as a cultivator. Seventy is already a rare age. Even if a warrior has a slightly longer lifespan, it will still be less than a hundred years. Moreover, although warriors are strong and not prone to diseases, they have many vendettas and their lives are not even as good as those of ordinary people.
people.
With feelings of guilt towards the old beggar, Yi Feng entered the holy capital city. Seeing that the prosperity was still there, he couldn't help but feel that things were different and people were different.
On the street, there were crowds of people, and some beggars in tattered clothes kept chasing those in rich clothes to beg.
A thin little beggar, with no clothes to cover his body and a withered face, he is almost the same as Yi Feng back then. However, he is much more diligent than Yi Feng back then, and he will stretch out his dirty little hands to almost everyone he meets.
.
Yi Feng shook his head and laughed——
There is a gap between rich and poor everywhere, and there are beggars everywhere, even in a civilized and developed society like the previous life.
In this crowded and almost impassable street, there is a white horse, rushing towards Yi Feng. The speed is like a white sharp arrow. The people in front of it are panicking and hiding, a little slower.
A little bit and you'll be trampled by horse's hooves.
The little beggar was pulling someone to beg for money. He just had time to shout out in surprise when the horse came in front of him. The beggar was also hit, his head was broken and bleeding, and he was dying.
The horse stopped for a moment, and on the horse was a handsome young man with a delicate appearance. He cursed at the frightened little beggar with contempt: "You really don't have eyes, you are seeking death in the middle of the road!"
After cursing, the young master took out a brocade bag from his arms, took out a piece of broken silver, threw it to the ground and said: "Here, take it to buy a coffin and bury yourself."
Then, the young master turned the horse's head and was about to leave, but someone grabbed the reins tightly.
The young master looked down and saw on the side of the white horse, a young man who looked about the same age as himself, looking at him angrily. Seeing this man's cold face and his eyes already showing anger, the young master couldn't help but think of his noble status.
He cursed loudly: "What kind of boy do you dare to block my way! Get out of here!"
The person holding the reins was Yi Feng, who was also a beggar. He said in an indifferent tone: "I bumped into someone and wanted to leave. If it were in the past, no one would dare to ask about this matter, but since I bumped into him, I can only blame you.
Too bad. Don’t come down yet!”
As he spoke, Yi Feng exerted a little force and slapped the horse's back with his palm. Although the white horse was strong and strong, Yi Feng's palm was like a giant mountain pressing down on its top. It couldn't bear the heavy force, and its four legs suddenly broke.
, the young man immediately fell off his horse.
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