Feng Ziqing hesitated for a moment and said slowly: "My surname is Feng, Qingfengzhifeng."
A look of surprise flashed through the eyes of the round-faced young man. He frowned and looked at Feng Ziqing for a moment, then shook his head helplessly.
"Since you are not a descendant of my clan, let's leave as soon as possible while I am in a good mood."
Feng Ziqing was a little confused. He didn't know the strength of the person in front of him, and he was in his territory. It would probably be more difficult to fight. But since the opponent had already issued an eviction order, he obviously didn't have much patience anymore, but he still asked bravely.
: "Senior, can you answer the next few questions?"
"You think I'm easy to talk to!?" The round-faced young man's eyes widened.
Seeing this, Feng Ziqing quickly waved his hand and said, "I just want to ask a few questions. I have nothing else to ask for. I hope that senior will be accommodating."
The round-faced young man sneered, and then pointed outside the house, his intention was obvious.
Feng Zixin shook his head and sighed. His heart moved. He held Fu Wei in his hand and looked at the enemy as if facing him.
After traveling across two continents and going through many hardships, I finally got the news about Yu Li from Ming Shanyi. This time I didn't find out anything, so how could he leave?
So what if it's hard to fight, but if you really can't fight, then you'll just have to run away.
"Hey, kid." The round-faced young man seemed to be aroused and said, "If you hadn't taken the opportunity to pretend to be a descendant of our clan, I would have beaten you long ago. It's good for you that you dare to take the initiative to stir up trouble.
,interesting."
"As I said, I'm just here to ask a few questions. I don't think anything about the plants and trees here."
The round-faced young man nodded, "I can feel that what you said is true, so I keep talking to you kindly. Otherwise, as soon as you step into this house, you will end up like those who had ulterior motives in the past.
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"Then why doesn't Senior even want to answer a few questions?" Feng Ziqing was a little confused.
The round-faced young man smiled scornfully, "If you ask me a question, I will answer it. Who are you?"
Feng Ziqing was startled, these words sounded so familiar, but since the other party had said so clearly, there was no choice but to fight first.
"In this case, I'm offended." Feng Ziqing raised his sword and swung it, and a sharp sword energy rushed towards the round-faced young man, but the latter remained motionless, allowing the sword energy to pass through his body.
It slashed through the wooden house and then disappeared.
After a few breaths, the round-faced young man whose body was pierced by the sword energy slowly recovered. The same was true for the scratched wooden house, which was finally intact.
Feng Ziqing's expression condensed and he recovered? This is somewhat similar to the Beiyin Mountain Underground Palace. It can be inferred that the current pleasant scene is probably an illusion.
Is this person in front of me an illusion? Or is he insubstantial?
The recovered young man with a round face was a little surprised when he saw Feng Ziqing's reaction, and said: "My character is good, and it seems that I have experienced something. Yes, I can tell you clearly that this place is an illusion, but you can't break it, so what can you do if you know it.
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Feng Ziqing's heart sank. The other party was right. He couldn't break the illusion, and knowing it was in vain. It was only a matter of time before he admitted defeat. He had to find the right way to do it.
What is the formation eye? Generally speaking, it is an inconspicuous and common thing. Feng Ziqing looked around and cursed in his heart. In this scene, everything is ordinary, except for the purple bamboo.
By the way, Ziluozhu!
Feng Ziqing suddenly turned around and looked at the purple bamboo. Just as he was about to lift his foot forward, he stopped in an instant.
"Why did you stop chopping that purple bamboo?" The round-faced young man seemed to have noticed Feng Ziqing's thoughts and said sarcastically.
After saying this, Feng Ziqing completely dispelled the idea that Zi Luozhu was the formation eye. The formation eye should not be so obvious.
Feng Ziqing turned around and asked the round-faced young man, "Are you not going to take action against me?"
The round-faced young man crossed his arms and hummed: "It's up to me to take action or not. You'd better find an enemy as soon as possible. Besides, if I take action, you'll be out of luck. Those people in the past were vulnerable.
It took a lot of effort to get here tonight, but you, a guy like you who is neither high nor low, don’t know how to relieve your boredom."
Feng Ziqing scolded his mother in his heart. His feelings were treating him as a pleasure. If he didn't give the other person some color to show off, he would really think that he was afraid of him.
"Then I will relieve your boredom!" Feng Ziqing snorted, waving the tiewei in his hand continuously, dozens of sword energy blasting into different directions in the backyard, and the last one rushed towards the round-faced young man again, but there was no one
Exceptions, they all disappeared without a trace after being scratched.
The round-faced young man who recovered again yawned and said with a bored expression: "That's it? What do I think it is? The thunder is loud and the raindrops are small."
Feng Ziqing remained silent, recalling the scene after the sword energy was cut through in his mind, but found nothing.
He is not anxious. If it doesn't work once, then just do it a few more times. It's just sword energy and it won't consume much energy.
Boo hoo hoo
The sword energy was drawn in different directions in the backyard, including the wooden house, the pond, the pavilion, the vegetable field, and even the purple bamboo, but the result was the same every time.
Feng Ziqing recalled the scene where the sword energy was scratched again and again, including the scene where the round-faced young man had no reaction on his face after being scratched in different directions, and he gained nothing.
Perhaps he had recovered too many times, so the round-faced young man was a little impatient, "It's up to you whether it can work or not, or I will really take action. Don't regret it then."
Feng Ziqing ignored him. He looked around again. Since there was no response outside, what about inside, inside the wooden house?
That’s right! That painting!
The corners of Feng Ziqing's mouth slowly raised, let's give him a try!
He swayed and came to the painting in an instant. He raised his sword and slashed at the painting. On the way of the sword falling, an arm suddenly appeared in front of the sword, but the sword was not blocked by the arm. The sword passed through the arm.
, and finally chopped it down on the scroll.
clang!
A dull, metal-like crash sounded, followed by an angry roar.
"Feng! You are looking for death!"
Feng Ziqing's body retreated sharply and came to the pond in an instant, with a wary expression.
In the entire backyard, this scroll painting is the only one that is real! And the material is very special. If you hit it with a sword, there will be no damage at all.
"It's not a formation eye! I am! You dare to touch it, you're seeking death!" Qing Qing, a round-faced man, was filled with rage, and his figure instantly appeared outside the wooden house, still holding the painting in his hand.
The round-faced young man was obviously so angry that he even said that he was a Zhenyan. Feng Ziqing secretly said, "No, you are in trouble now, but you can't blame me entirely. I just cut for a long time and didn't see you."
I thought there was nothing important in the backyard, so I cut and painted it.
The painting disappeared from the hands of the round-faced young man. His eyes were red, his feet began to lift off the ground, and finally floated in mid-air. Then the aura from the backyard continued to pour into his body, and his hair gradually turned white.
"Death!" The white-haired, round-faced young man roared, and streams of turquoise power surged out of his body, then turned into pieces of bamboo leaves, quickly rushing towards Feng Ziqing, and his body swept away with him.
When Feng Ziqing saw this, he secretly thought that it was terrible. What turned into bamboo leaves was not Yuan Li, but Soul Yuan!