In Qinghou Zhuang Feng Jueyu’s study, there was a small letterhead on the table. The rice paper was dipped in oil and rolled into a small paper roll and stuffed into a paper tube tied to the pigeon’s calf.
It was a handwritten letter from Shangguan Lingyun, the old man of Qinghou of Shangguan Mansion, who flew three days from Tiannan Imperial Capital.
Spreading out the letter signature, there were eight big characters, no more, no less. Seeing these eight characters, Feng Jueyu was so angry that he almost smashed the expensive red pine wood incense case in front of him to pieces.
"Restore East and West, regain control of the green forest..."
It is understandable that the old man has new instructions for Killer Feng, and this refers to the fact that Killer Feng traveled thousands of miles from the imperial capital to Qinghou Village, originally just to train thirty black-armored guards and to discuss matters at Wuyun Mountain.
After the purchase of black tungsten armor, the second decisive instruction.
This instruction made Feng Jueyu feel almost crazy.
"Sure enough." Feng Jueyu patted the table indignantly. The fine wolf hair and the official inkstone were impacted by its internal energy, as if blown by a strong wind, and scattered from the table with a bang like lotus flowers.
In the hall, it fell to the floor with a sudden crash, frightening Wang Tong and Ma Chengyun, the manager of the village, who were in the hall and took a few steps back in shock.
Only now did they know that the handsome young man from the south of the world in front of them actually possessed such profound inner strength of Xuan Gong...
Wang Tong and Ma Chengyun looked at each other, and immediately noticed the indescribable surprise in each other's eyes. In fact, the two of them knew that Feng Jueyu had some foundation in Xuan Kung Fu. That day in front of the villa, Feng Jueyu's flirtatious look
The strength of his feet is not bad. It's just that when Yan Chong tried his best to deal with Wang Tong's Golden Bell Palm, there might be some unpreventable factors that allowed Feng Jueyu to succeed. Based on this, the two of them still couldn't tell what Feng Jueyu was.
What kind of cultivation.
However, today, the two of them finally opened their eyes. When Feng Jueyu was angry and held the incense stick, the faint blue light emitted from his palm revealed that his cultivation level was at least above the Lingwu realm.
At such a young age, less than twenty years old, he has achieved such cultivation, which is truly amazing. Moreover, judging from Wang Tong's many years of traveling in the world, Feng Jueyu's Lingwu realm is not an ordinary Lingwu realm.
Now thinking about how Yan Chong was easily restrained by Feng Jueyu's kick that day, I am afraid that the force of that kick had already reached the point where Yan Chong suffered a huge loss.
What a profound foundation in Xuan Gong!
The eyes of the two of them were gleaming, as if they saw the hope of Green Forest Alliance's restoration right in front of them.
In fact, it took half a golden month and nearly a month to come from the imperial capital. How could Feng Jueyu waste his time on the way? During that half month plus the few days he came to Zhuangzi, Feng Jueyu kept
I have not forgotten to practice the magic skill of impermanence of life and death. I have made more progress over the past few days, and my strength is gradually breaking through to the intermediate level of the Lingwu realm.
And since the opening of eleven acupoints, as long as he does not use the impermanence of life and death magic to hide the secret of his Xuan Kung, the true energy will bloom like the warriors on the Taixuan Continent, and the halo of true energy will bloom at the same level...
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The impermanence of life and death magical skill is subtly changing Feng Jueyu's body, and at the same time it does not break away from the essence of Taixuan Continent. As the cultivation level increases, the characteristics of Xuan Gong gradually become normal and no longer appear unusual. However, Feng Jueyu
Taking this change as a means of concealment, if he is in a rage, the Xuan Gong techniques he performs will still be as eye-catching as before.
But to be honest, Feng Jueyu was really angry today. He hit the incense table with his palm without considering the severity. He used a lot of effort in the palm of his hand. If he hadn't held back a little bit when he finally landed the palm, this picture
The red pine woody case can be considered as reimbursed and scrapped.
It's not that Killer Feng was angry that the old man didn't mean what he said and went back on his word, but he couldn't guess what the old man was thinking now.
It was obviously a business trip, and he also trained a few black-armored guards who couldn't be moved to the table. He had only lived in Qinghou Village for a year and a half. It would have been quite good to go back with the black tungsten armor to strengthen the private army.
It was easy, and I could just take a trip. It was just such a trivial matter, but I didn't expect that it would turn into the successor of the Green Forest Alliance.
The most important thing is not this. Killer Feng thought, if you always want to hand over the Green Forest League to me, why don't you just say no? You have to trick me first and then change the routine. My little heart can't stand it. Such a situation
Come on, the originally good situation of double surplus has been completely broken. You, the old man, are sitting in the imperial capital eating and drinking, and you sent me here to stand on the opposite side of Xilulin. I can't even spend tens of millions of taels of silver to go out.
Just two words, and now even self-protection is a problem.
What on earth does the old man want to do?
"Bang!" He patted the table again, and Fengda Killer finally couldn't bear it any longer. Without saying a word, he tore the letter into pieces, threw it on the floor, and without saying a word, he rushed out of the study with an angry look on his face.
Wang Tong and Ma Chengyun were silent, sweating coldly as they felt the murderous aura of Feng Da Killer. Seeing him rushing out of the study, Ma Chengyun took a deep breath and asked bravely: "My uncle, are you okay?"
Wang Tong: "Who knows? The old man's chain plan has been used for this purpose. We can't guess what he is thinking. I guess my uncle is very angry now."
Ma Chengyun scratched the hat on his head like crazy and asked, "Is nothing going to happen?"
"What could happen?" Wang Tong glanced at Ma Chengyun and immediately shuddered. He knew that this uncle had never been the one who suffered losses, and now that he had been tricked by the master, he might do something outrageous.
Don't go to Wuyun Villa to vent your anger.
Thinking of some possibility, Wang Tong slapped his thigh and shouted: "Oops, follow me quickly."
The two of them looked at each other and chased out of the study like a whirlwind. They originally thought that Killer Feng was going to Wuyun Mountain, but when they followed him out, they saw that Feng Jueyu was running towards the back mountain.
Walking as fast as flying, flying like an eagle on the ground, Feng Da Killer's light body kung fu was displayed for the first time in front of people. Wang Tong and Ma Chengyun were stunned to see it.
"My uncle's Qinggong is so fast." Ma Chengyun's eyes were full of envy.
Wang Tong was also deeply surprised. After all, he had never thought highly of Feng Jueyu before, but now he realized that his uncle's skills were amazing. Just seeing him flying through the forest, he was as light as a swallow.
You know that you can't develop this kind of foundation in ten or eight years. Not to mention that the faint blue light on the body is so great that it has unrivaled potential.
Back mountain!
The two of them used their wits once again and finally guessed the unlucky person Feng Jueyu planned to vent his anger on.
Black armored guard!
"Everyone stop, today's training will be changed to thirty of you fighting with me. If you win, you will have a rest at night, and you will be responsible for the meat and wine. If you lose, you will not be allowed to eat for three days."
When they arrived at the back hill, thirty black-armored guards were surrounding several large pairs under the supervision of Twelve and Thirteen, wearing black tungsten armor weighing two hundred kilograms to practice physical strength and light body kung fu.
It was hot at noon, and the sweaty black armored guards felt as cool as if they had been given a shot of chicken blood after hearing this.
For a long time I have wanted to deal with this coach who only knows how to train people and has no idea about our hardships and tiredness. Why did he come here to challenge our black-armored guards today? This is just right. Let’s give him a good beating first to discourage him...
Thirty black-armored guards practiced according to Feng Jueyu's method for several days. Although it was very hard and tiring, with the first-grade golden medicine and the great tonic sent by the fire house every day, they were becoming more and more diligent.
They are dissatisfied and disdainful of Feng Jueyu, but they are still very pleased with this improvement in strength. This is the only reason why they are still persisting and not giving up.
As for Feng Jueyu, the thirty black-armored guards are now united in preparing to find an opportunity to avenge his cruel treatment. Seeing the opportunity coming to their door, all the black-armored guards laughed: "Master, you are not afraid of us getting hurt.
you?"
Feng Jueyu was feeling angry. He looked at the big men wearing black helmets and heavy armor who looked at him with disdain. He subconsciously raised the corner of his mouth and said, "It's just you? Stop talking nonsense. Just one sentence."
, after defeating me, I will satisfy you whatever you want to do or want."
"Really?" All the black armor guards were surprised, and the strong man at the head said loudly: "Then you're welcome, but I'm afraid it's difficult to move in this black armor, sir..."
Before he could finish speaking, Feng Jueyu smiled coldly and said: "I allow you to take off your clothes and fight me. Everyone can come together..."
"Haha." The man was even more disdainful when he heard this. He laughed wildly and said arrogantly with his cultivation level at the middle level of the True Martial Realm: "Then we will be polite. There is no need for them to deal with the young master. The next person can do it."
As the man spoke, he quickly took off his black armor. Suddenly he felt so light that he could almost fly. Even his cultivation level had improved a lot. The man shouted in surprise, and then he felt this
The results of the few days of practice were no better than those of the past year, and I was overjoyed.
Seeing Feng Jueyu, the man felt a wave of sincerity in his heart, shouted, and punched him.
In the eyes of all the black armored guards, Feng Jueyu is just a delicate and expensive playboy. Even if he has some skills, he is still a three-legged cat.
He crawled on the ground.
Seeing the leader of the muscular man blast away with his fists hanging from the wind, all the men shouted excitedly...
"Old Niu, please be gentle. For the sake of the two cows every night, don't hurt the young master."
"Haha, Lao Niu is quite serious. Be careful that the young master will turn around and retaliate against me."
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All the men burst into laughter, just waiting to see the moment when Feng Jueyu was subdued by the strong man named Niu, which was so satisfying.
I saw the strong man striding forward and swinging his fist upwards, directly grazing Feng Jueyu's shoulder. This punch was obviously afraid of hurting Feng Jueyu and he had some spare power, but his momentum was extraordinary and his speed was extremely fast...
But at this moment, seeing that Feng Jueyu was exposed to the fist wind and had nowhere to escape, the corners of his eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his lips curved into a playful arc. No matter how he moved, the figure under the fist
The welcome suddenly turned into nothingness and disappeared...
Before all the men could be surprised, they heard a muffled sound on the back hill. With a loud bang, the strong man struck the ground from behind, like a dog grabbing shit, in the middle of the overgrown mountain.
A ridge mark several meters long appeared in the field before it stopped.