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"We lost o"
It is indeed not an easy task for masters like Lingguang and Qingwei to be willing to say these four words, but this scene also shows that Feng Jueyu's strength has been recognized by the two masters, although
Lingguang and Qingwei were somewhat unwilling to accept the fact. They had no reason not to admit it when the facts were in front of them.
What's more, today is different from the past. If an hour ago, Feng Jueyu had won the favor of Lingguang and Qingwei with his own resilience and hard work, he would not have been qualified to let Lingguang and Qingwei give up at that time.
The reason is very simple. Compared with reputation and commitment, which one is lighter and which one is more important, everyone has a ruler in his heart.
Lingguang and Qingwei are both the kind of people who would rather regret it in order to repay a favor.
But now, with Fan Wudou present, the two of them know that there is no point in continuing the fight, because they have already lost the battle. If they are shameless and insist on passing by Feng Jueyu, they will not only lose face, but also lose face.
There is a huge possibility that I will be beaten up by Fan Wu Dou Fat.
Feng Jueyu is no better than Fan Wudou. He is an out-and-out fierce man. In the past nearly a thousand years, various rumors about him in Qixia Realm have spread to every corner of Jiujie Mountain. He usually walks in the city and casually talks about him.
When you ask whether you recognize Wu Dou of rice or not, nine out of ten people will raise their thumbs and tell you: He is a ruthless man, don’t offend him.
This is the kind of person who has five buckets of rice.
After hearing that Lingguang and Qingwei had admitted defeat, Feng Jueyu breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at the increasingly white sky, Feng Jueyu knew that the battle tonight was basically won.
"The two seniors are very skilled in martial arts, and the juniors are ashamed of themselves. If they don't use hundreds of more moves, the juniors will definitely not be the opponent of the two seniors." Feng Jueyu is also very meticulous in his conduct. Although the other party lost, he still has to get by in terms of face.
, and what he said was not casual flattery, it was the fact. There were only two hundred moves between the three of them, and Feng Jueyu used all his skills. Even so, he was almost defeated. If he persisted for a while, what would be the outcome?
Is it still possible to tell?
These words made Lingguang and Qingwei feel much better. They both smiled as they had never done before and nodded at the same time. Qingwei said: "Young people are scary, Qingwei admires me. Although I didn't get what I wanted in tonight's battle, we can get to know each other."
For a person like Mr. Feng, it’s not in vain. In this case, I’ll take my leave.”
Since there is no way to save Zhenshanfang City from the crisis, there is no point in Qingwei staying. Moreover, even though he and Feng Jueyu were chatting happily, it was not enough to sit down and have a deep talk, not to mention there was Lezheng Qianji in the middle.
, no matter how stupid Qingwei is, she can’t get too close to Feng Jueyu.
When Lingguang arrived, he looked fearless and said to Feng Jueyu: "Boy, I have never convinced anyone in my life. You are one of them. If you have a chance to come to Kunzhou someday, you can come to Qingmeng Mountain to find you."
We, old man, will treat you to a drink."
When Feng Jueyu heard this, he was naturally happy to see this scene. After all, one more friend is better than one more enemy, so he quickly handed over his hands and said: "If there is a chance, I will definitely come to visit you."
"Let's go." Lingguang smiled and nodded, then turned around and walked away with Qingwei.
"Finally gone"
Watching Ling Guang and Qing Wei leave with his own eyes, Feng Jueyu finally put his heart back in his stomach. His shoulders, dressed in Nether Dragon Armor, shook and he fell from the air crookedly.
This battle is so tiring o
"boy o"
When Fan Wudou saw him falling headlong down the mountain, he exclaimed in surprise. He and Fu Rao flew over to catch Feng Jueyu from mid-air, and then took him to the mountain to rest. Fu Rao also took Feng Jueyu's pulse for a moment, and after the diagnosis
Just now he said: "Master Feng's body is really the most capable of being beaten that I have ever seen. He was so seriously injured, but he managed to survive until now. Well, the injury is not serious, he is just a little exhausted. Just rest."
After hearing this, Fan Wudou felt relieved. He threw the body of the big demon aside, pulled up a big tree from the side, pulled out all the branches and leaves on it, and then inserted it into the ground to set up a huge shelf.
Roast it, and it won’t take long until the aroma of the meat fills the air.
Feng Jueyu sniffed and smelled it, and knew that Fan Wudou was grilling meat. He immediately said angrily: "Old man, you are in a good mood. I was so seriously injured, but you are still in the mood to grill meat."
Fan Wudou didn't even look at Feng Jueyu, and said slowly: "You are no better than me in martial arts, so there is nothing to worry about. On the contrary, this meeting made me think you are lazy, hey, I just asked
You, what’s wrong with my True Martial Saint body? Why do you have the nerve to be beaten like this?”
Feng Jueyu rolled his eyes angrily: "Are you comforting me? Or are you hurting me?"
"Nonsense, you have embarrassed all my people, why should I comfort you? I really want to teach you now so that you don't have to go out and embarrass me again. Let me tell you, think about it next time.
Take action, if you are not sure, don't use Zhenwu Sheng's body, I will be ashamed of you."
"You are so inhumane," Feng Jueyu scolded angrily.
And seeing that the two of them still had the energy to argue so loudly, with Fu Rao smiling and saying nothing at the side, and Feng Jueyu still being so angry that he could argue with Fan Wudou, this meant that he was indeed fine.
Not long after, Feng Jueyu introduced Fan Wudou and Fu Rao to each other, and the three of them sat together and chatted. As for the fact that Fu Rao was from the undercurrent, he deliberately kept it secret. He couldn't tell others about it in front of Fu Rao.
Your identity is exposed, this is not good o
Fan Wudou, who seemed to be rough, was actually very considerate. When he first arrived, he discovered that no matter how great the danger Feng Jueyu encountered, Fu Rao had no intention of helping him. First of all, it was certain that this person was not Feng Jueyu.
subordinates, but he was rushing around, neither impatient nor impatient, clearly confident and fearless. Perhaps Fu Rao had an inexplicable huge influence behind him. The second thing was that even though Feng Jueyu was in crisis, Fu Rao was
Not nervous at all, it can be seen that either this person does not care about Feng Jueyu at all, or he has full trust in Feng Jueyu, but what is the reason why he trusts Feng Jueyu?
Fan Wudou couldn't see it, but he could feel that this person had an unspeakable aura, which seemed to be very similar to someone he knew.
As for this person, it took Fan Wudou three breaths to remember the God of Death o
Various signs told Fan Wudou that the strength behind Fu Rao should not be underestimated, and Feng Jueyu deliberately said that it also verified this truth.
"Sir, after tonight, I'm afraid Tianfang won't be able to hide it even if he wants to. I wonder what your plans are?"
"Haha, that's all Mugu's business and has nothing to do with me. The four heavenly sects are just the beginning. The next storm may be stronger. Since Mugu dares to move, it means that he has a backup plan."
"It's not impossible. Mu Gu is a person with a frighteningly delicate mind. As far as I know, such people are often more difficult to deal with than Ling Guang and Qing Wei. I guess Le Zheng Qianji will be in quite a lot of trouble tonight.
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At this point, Feng Jueyu did not continue, but closed his eyes and silently practiced the Seven Stars Technique.
…
At the edge of Mengzhou, as if Fu Rao's inference had been verified, a war that no one expected was going on in full swing.
Outside the Zuoqiu family's cave in Fusen Cave, corpses lying in pools of blood were scattered all over the mountains and plains. In the mountains where Fusen Cave is located, there was almost a corpse every ten steps, and a river of blood a hundred steps away. The large formation at the gate of the cave had already been destroyed.
After breaking through, Zuoqiu Chong's corpse fell stiffly among hundreds of corpses.
Zuoqiu Chong, who was once a hero of his generation and had a skill close to the Great Perfection in the late Chengdao period, just lost his soul.
Eighty percent of the tens of thousands of disciples in Fusen Cave died, and the world was a desolate scene.
However, the master of Gudeng Sect who had been dormant outside Fusen Cave for three days and caused this murder was not happy. Instead, a group of people gathered in front of Fusen Cave's cave house and looked at the sudden appearance of someone outside the cave in fear.
gang horse o
This group of people only had more than ten thousand people. They were not many in the first place. Compared with the 40,000 martial arts cultivators brought by Lezheng Qianji, they were completely vulnerable. Unfortunately, after the battle with Zuoqiuchong, less than half of the 40,000 martial arts cultivators were left. Gudeng disciples
Everyone was injured. After an unexpected plan, there were only less than 5,000 martial arts cultivators left out of 20,000.
Outside Fusen Cave, a trace of fish belly white appeared on the horizon. More than ten thousand martial arts practitioners in blue shirts surrounded Fusen Cave. Lezheng Qianji, who was covered in blood, was surrounded by Gudeng Sect disciples in the center of the crowd. Looking up into the distance, a pair of
Staring at one person with bloody eyes o
"Nioh, why you, why?"
Lezheng Qianji roared with grief and anger in a hoarse voice, but no matter how loud and desolate he screamed, he only brought despair to the disciples of the Gudeng Sect.
At the Ten Thousand Blue Shirts Martial Arts Center, an old man wearing a bamboo hat was floating in the sky above Fusen Cave with no aura. His upper body was in a coarse sleeveless gown, and his lower body was in knee-length coarse shorts. There was no aura of a strong man about his body. He was domineering.
With such power, there was no one within a hundred feet of him, but this old man, who looked like a farmer, kept the more than 5,000 elite members of the Gudeng Sect away and did not dare to come forward.
"Why me?" The old man lowered his head, his face expressionless, and spoke lightly, like a loud ringing o
"There is no reason, it can only be me"
"Mugu, this bastard, is very good at playing tricks. He didn't dare to touch my Gudengmen, but he persuaded you to show up. I lost, and I lost so miserably."
Lezheng Qianji was filled with tears, but had nowhere to talk. At this time, there was nothing but despair in his eyes, and there was no determination to resist at all.
There is no other reason. Lezheng Qianji knows that no matter how stubborn his resistance is, no matter how many people he brings, if it is not the more than 5,000 people he has now, even if he brings ten times or a hundred times more people, he will wait in front of this old man.
His same is the initial result of death!
"There are thousands of opportunities for happiness. This is your destiny. Just accept it."
The old man's voice was still so plain, as if he was explaining a trivial fact, but could Le Zheng Qianji be willing to do so?