Deep in the forest, Tong Fei glared at Huan Qingbao and blinked twice, then exhaled a heavy breath, and the anger in his eyes dissipated invisible.
"You are so powerful without relying on the power of divine words and spiritual charm. Are you a physical practitioner?" Tong Fei asked.
Only then did Feng Jueyu realize that the guy in front of him must be a cultivator, and he immediately said without hiding it: "Yes, he has been cultivating his body two hundred years ago."
"Aren't you a sword cultivator?" Tong Fei was puzzled.
"No matter what I learn, I become a monk halfway, mixed but not refined." Feng Jueyu said modestly.
Tong Fei nodded dully, even thought for a while, then shook his neck, walked to the tree, picked up the jade knife, stuck it behind his back, and said: "You are powerful, I can't beat you, so far
, No one in Sidong Fanzi will stop you, if we have a chance, let’s discuss and learn from each other.”
"must."
Tong Fei nodded, then jumped up and got into a portal in the air.
Feng Jueyu smiled and continued to move forward, picking flowers and folding skills along the way. There were constant rhymes of divine words and auras that he discovered, but after identifying them one by one, it turned out that they were not what he was looking for.
In the distance of the woods, the man who was talking to the woman in Tsing Yi looked at the woman in Tsing Yi with a smile and said, "Tong Fei talks a lot today."
The woman's expression was stiff and she said: "Tong Fei, the only inheritor of Baoguang Temple, the originator of Buddhism in the world, a talented monk of the Ten Thousand Buddhas, and one of the top ten strongest men in the world in terms of physical cultivation, was defeated by an unknown master of the same realm.
In your hands, how can you not be frustrated?"
The man in green clothes was noncommittal and changed the subject: "Are you going or should I go?"
"I'm going! It's time to meet him..." The woman in Tsing Yi said expressionlessly, hugged the sword and walked away. However, her last words left the man in Tsing Yi in a fog, and it took him a long time to react.
come over.
"Do you recognize it?"
"Old friendship!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the woman in green clothes had disappeared. The man was stunned for a moment, and then followed.
At the same time, Feng Jueyu walked into a flower valley. There were all kinds of plump and exotic flowers growing in this flower valley. It could almost be called a sea of flowers. The dazzling array of exotic flowers and plants were vying to bloom under the nourishment of the sun.
, there are colorful and colorful scenes everywhere, and in the northeast of the Valley of Flowers, there is a clear spring flowing from nowhere, flowing to the west.
Emerging from the woods, Feng Jueyu looked around for a long time. At this time, he had already wasted half a day in the secret place of Jiyu. He also found many traces left by the previous masters of Zhitian Pavilion during their training, but Jue Jueyu
Most of them are residual rhymes, and there are a few complete large talismans, which are not necessary to pass the test. Fortunately, the half day was not in vain. He has gradually become accustomed to the environment here, as well as the residual rhyme and aura.
distribution.
Walking into the Valley of Flowers, Feng Jueyu recalled Jiang Su's prompts in his mind. Feeling moved, he slowly released his consciousness and slowly seeped into the ground.
After a while, a strange scene appeared in his mind...
Hidden deep under the ground, there are hundreds of golden rays of light. These rays of light all come from various divine words. Some of them he can still identify, but most of them are unknown to him.
I don’t know when the divine words were passed down.
But Feng Jueyu ignored it, walked into the Flower Valley, came to the center, sat cross-legged, and began to spread his consciousness further.
In the artistic conception of the sea of consciousness, the thick soil layer was peeled off little by little, and all the divine words and charms were reflected in his heart. At this time, he used the mysterious magical power of the galaxy to slowly communicate with the people buried underground.
The plant made an integrated judgment and soon he discovered that there were several auras attached to several ungerminated seeds.
"The unbudded seed!"
Feng Jueyu murmured, and his mind rushed out of the body. The soul traveled during the day, hovering above the Flower Valley for a week, then got into the ground, and gradually identified the few seeds that had not yet germinated.
After a while, Feng Jueyu's soul withdrew and returned to the sea of consciousness again. A hint of silent depression flashed across his face.
"Oh, no, where could it be?"
Thinking like this, he looked far away, and unconsciously, he suddenly saw a green light flashing past his eyes.
Whoosh!
Feng Jueyu immediately cheered up and stood up. Following the path of the green light, he opened the third eye on his forehead to track it. Sure enough, he saw a little green light, hidden among the flowers.
"Brilliant light!"
At the same time as the green light flashed, a strange phenomenon appeared in Feng Jueyu's mind. It was a tiny green disk with a very unfamiliar spiritual charm of divine words attached to it. He scanned the green light at that time, and as soon as the strange phenomenon appeared, his mind suddenly reflected
It shows the wonderful scene of green velvet flowers floating in the sky.
This kind of wonder is rare to see, and it is also the first time he feels it. According to the principle of Tao generating all phenomena in the divine language and spiritual rhyme, greenery can cause strange phenomena, which is a manifestation of unique blessings. Regardless of the gods attached to the greenery,
What is the language? It must have extraordinary aura, and the greenery is just like a ray of strange light, tiny and beautiful, which just fits all the conditions.
At this thought, Feng Jueyu couldn't help but get excited. With a sway, he flew several feet away and came to the location where the greenery fell and searched carefully.
After a while, he found the greenery among several plump and strange flowers, but when he was about to reach out to take it, something suddenly happened again.
In the deserted Flower Valley, a shining silver sword flew from a distance mysteriously, at an extremely fast speed, like a falling star, and stabbed him in the back in the blink of an eye.
This sword light contained extremely profound meaning, and its power must have been extraordinary, otherwise Feng Jueyu would not have subconsciously felt the danger.
"Who makes a sneak attack? Are you shameless?"
In shock, Feng Jueyu threw out a sword light with his backhand, knocking a treasured blade away with a bang, but when he turned around, the green light had already fled away.
"Damn, I just found it, it's such a bad time."
Feng Jueyu cursed angrily and turned around to chase after him. Unexpectedly, as soon as the man flew up, three more silver sword lights fell mercilessly in the direction of his path.
Feng Jueyu was afraid that Lu Yi would be too far away to catch up, so he used three gray sword thunders without even thinking. There was a continuous roar, and the three sword lights were shattered on the spot. Smoke and clouds were everywhere, clouds covered the fog, and Feng Jueyu
Yu jumped up and chased after him. When he passed through the smoke, a slim and beautiful woman appeared in front of him, blocking the road ahead, blocking his way.
"Get out of the way, or I'll kill someone?"
Having just found Qianlimang, Feng Jueyu happily thought that he would pass the test soon, but at this moment, a woman of unknown origin suddenly appeared, and no matter how good his temper, he couldn't stand it.
While roaring, Feng Jueyu was about to send out his sword energy, but at this moment, the woman in front snorted coldly: "Long time no see, I have a bad temper. I stand here without moving, and you are going to kill me."
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"Um?"
Feng Jueyu was startled when he heard the sound, and immediately stopped. Then he looked up and was stunned on the spot.
"Is...is it you?"
In front of the field of vision, a woman in Tsing Yi is standing among the flowers with her arms around her long sword. She is tall and graceful, with black hair hanging down her shoulders and a slender waist. She is indescribably charming, but this woman in Tsing Yi seems to be born with a kind of coldness.
His temperament gives people a feeling of being away from strangers when standing there, which is incompatible with the flower valley in full bloom.
But Feng Jueyu still recognized the woman's identity. This woman was Wu Qingqiu, whom he had not seen for hundreds of years after their separation.
Autumn water sword pool, flying shadow flower valley, dance family heirs.
He is also one of the inheritors of the Wu family, the messenger of Hongtu.
At this moment, Wu Qingqiu was standing in front of him, with an icy and otherworldly temperament, green eyebrows and autumn-cut pupils. He was both familiar and unfamiliar. He seemed much more lonely than he had been hundreds of years ago.
"I didn't expect you would still remember me..." Wu Qingqiu stood in front of him, looking at Feng Jueyu with an expressionless face.
Feng Jueyu looked at her blankly, slightly absent-minded, but immediately remembered that the green light had escaped, and immediately stamped his feet angrily: "Don't stop me yet, I finally found it, I have to put that touch
Catch Lingyun back." He was prepared to miss the opportunity to chase after the divine language Lingyun first.
But Wu Qingqiu obviously didn't want him to succeed. He took a step forward, stood in front of Feng Jueyu and said, "As long as I'm here, you can't find anything."
"No...have I offended you?" Feng Jueyu was extremely depressed.
At this moment, a man in green clothes suddenly appeared out of thin air behind Wu Qingqiu, and said to Feng Jueyu with a smile: "Stop chasing him, he is too far away to catch up."
"I……"
Feng Jueyu was anxious and angry. He pointed at Wu Qingqiu with trembling fingers for a long time, and was too embarrassed to scold him further. His chest heaved for a long time, and finally he said to himself with some relief: "Forget it, if you can't find it, just get off.
Second-rate."
After coming back to his senses, Feng Jueyu sighed and came to Wu Qingqiu and said, "Why are you here? Aren't you married?"
"What kind of marriage? How can I get married after you messed it up?" Wu Qingqiu had a cold face. That face was so good-looking, but it was a pity that it made people feel a little cold.
Feng Jueyu suddenly recalled the process of chasing Luo Shihong in Qiushui Jiantan more than 150 years ago, and said with a hint of apology: "I'm sorry, I was helpless when the incident broke out, but in the end I didn't
I ruined the contest for choosing a son-in-law. I left after arresting him. I heard that Ling Yongzan won in the end. Isn't it a good thing that Wu and Ling got married?"
Wu Qingqiu stared at him with wide eyes and said impatiently: "It's not synthesized."
"Why?"
"dislike."
"Can the Ling family let you go? No, the competition for choosing a son-in-law has already revealed to the world that if you go back on your word, aren't you afraid that the Ling family will cause trouble for you? Ling Yongzan won't let you go, right?"
Wu Qingqiu looked at him coldly and was silent for a long time before saying indifferently: "On the wedding day, before the bridal chamber, I stabbed him and escaped?"
"..." Feng Jueyu was stunned when he heard the sound. He was stunned for a long time before saying: "You are so cruel!"