On this day, the new generation of little god-kings, with a group of beauties, swaggered through the market, causing quite a stir.
Many people in the cultivating world of the Divine Capital are spreading rumors that the Little Divine King has copied the family of the Paradise Flower Palace and given a meeting gift to the most beautiful woman in the world. Feng Feiyun and Nangong Hongyan’s old background has been revealed again, and it has become the fault of the entire Divine Capital. The number one hot topic,
This is naturally something that is talked about. After all, the little god king has just been engaged to Princess Yue, and he went to give gifts to his old lover. Many good people have already smelled an unusual atmosphere.
Before dawn, Feng Feiyun had already brought the beautiful lady Qian Didi to the outside of the Juese Building. Of course, in addition to the beautiful lady Jiao Didi, there was also the old lady Kaleidoscope.
The Juese Tower is also built very grandly. Although it is not built into a palace complex like the Paradise Flower Palace, it has a graceful and graceful atmosphere. There are many courtyards with nine entrances and nine exits, and there are many pavilions and jade pavilions. It is in sharp contrast to the majestic architectural style of Shendu.
"What did you say?" The smile on Feng Feiyun's face disappeared,
Xue Wu is like a red elf in the snow. She is dressed very hotly. Even in the winter, she still exposes her two fair arms. Her plump and enchanting figure is full of excitement just standing there. provocative,
She smiled and said: "My sister said that these sisters and sisters from the Paradise Flower Palace can stay, but you can't enter the Juese Tower."
Feng Feiyun touched his nose and said: "Why, Xuewu, given our friendship, you stopping me makes me very sad."
Xue Wu smiled sweetly: "Lord God King, please don't break this little girl like me. How can I dare to have friendship with you? My sister is actually doing this for your sake. Think about it, now you are not only Lord God, and even more so, Prince Consort, if you come to a place like our Juese Building, Her Highness the Princess will probably be very unhappy."
Feng Feiyun said nothing and directly took out a spiritual stone as big as a human head. This spiritual stone was equivalent to the size of ten ordinary spiritual stones and could be sold for a sky-high price of three million gold coins.
"You can let me in now." Feng Feiyun gently adjusted his clothes to make himself look more prestigious, like a big shot.
Xue Wu took the spirit stone from Feng Feiyun's hand, then put it away, sighed, and said: "Hey, even if you bribe me, I can't do it. My sister has already spoken, and whoever dares to disobey her will not do it." The solution is, Lord God King, please come back."
Feng Feiyun said: "You have no choice but to take my spirit stone."
"Haha, you are so stingy. With our friendship, how could it be that we are not as good as a spiritual stone?" Xuewu pretended to look pitiful, frowned his eyebrows, and rubbed his eyes with his fingers, but he couldn't squeeze out the tears. ,
"Stop pretending. If you don't go in, you won't go in. I won't come to the Juese Building tonight to see how you party. I will go to the Princess Mansion to have a drink and talk with Princess Yue and cultivate our relationship." Feng Feiyun walked away with a puff of his sleeves.
"Sir Little God King, walk slowly." Xue Wu chuckled, and then he smiled softly at the shepherds of the Paradise Flower Palace and said, "Sisters and sisters, follow me and come to our stunning building. I will definitely treat you like sisters. Everyone has his or her own pavilion, and no one can be missing..."
Feng Feiyun felt very tired. If it were anyone else, no one would dare to treat him like this. Only Nangong Hongyan would dare to play tricks with him, because she knew that Feng Feiyun cared about her the most, so she could do whatever he wanted.
Feng Feiyun rolled up his sleeves with a smile on his face, "Since you want to fight me, let's see who is more skilled."
"The 9,000-year-old snow ginseng Pu'er soup only costs ten copper coins a bowl, while supplies last."
Under a shabby shed on the street, there was an old man wearing a tattered cotton-padded jacket, tinkering in a three-foot-large pot. He held an iron spoon as big as a gourd in his hand. The handle of the iron spoon was rusty in many places. I don’t know how many years it has been used.
Under the stove, a flame was burning, burning charcoal. In the cold wind, sparks blew out from the stove, making a "pop-pop" sound in the air.
The old man's hands had been tinkering in the big iron pot, and hot white smoke rose up from the pot, making the old man sweat profusely.
"The 9,000-year-old snow ginseng Pu'er soup only costs ten copper coins a bowl, while supplies last."
This kind of shabby stall is really hard to see in an imperial city like Shendu. Placed on the edge of a street corner made of white marble, it really looks a bit nondescript and does not match the surrounding gorgeous buildings.
When Feng Feiyun saw this scene, he thought of the young lady of the Luo family and old man Luo in Lingzhou City, so he walked over with interest and sat down carelessly on an old wooden table with thick layers of There was a thick layer of snow, and the benches were frozen into ice strips.
As soon as Feng Feiyun sat down, the ice crystals and snowflakes on the table and bench were instantly evaporated by the spiritual energy and became clean.
The old man's eyes were very sharp, and he could tell at a glance that Feng Feiyun had a good background. He ran over and said with a flattering smile: "Young man, our shop has the newly launched 9,000-year-old Snow Ginseng Pu'er Soup. As long as it's Ten copper coins a bowl."
Feng Feiyun smiled and said: "The nine-thousand-year-old snow ginseng Pu'er soup is extremely precious. You can't buy it even with a thousand spiritual stones, but you only charge ten copper coins for a bowl."
"This kind of good stuff is only sold to people with a destiny. I think the young master's face looks like a person with a destiny." The old man said with a smile.
Feng Feiyun couldn't help but look at the old man and said: "You guys selling porridge are destined to be together."
"Sir, don't look down on me, old man. After all, I am also a lay disciple of the Taoist sect. Once I enter the Taoist sect, it is as deep as the sea. I only buy porridge for those who are destined to sell it." The old man waved the big iron spoon in his hand, and almost got it a few times. Swinging on Feng Feiyun’s head,
Feng Feiyun took a closer look and discovered that the old man's tattered cotton-padded jacket, which was full of oil and dust, indeed had a faint Bagua print printed on it. It was a Taoist robe, but it was stuffed with a lot of cotton, and it was washed. Too many times, I can no longer see the Bagua mark clearly, so I was ignored by Feng Feiyun just now.
"It turns out he is a Taoist Taoist priest from a Taoist sect. The Taoist priest's clothes are really... well-dressed, and he has the legacy of the Taoist sages. Okay, let's have a bowl of snow ginseng Pu'er soup that is nine thousand years old." Feng Feiyun It’s not easy to say, Master, go change your clothes first and then pretend to be a lay disciple of the Taoist sect. After all, it’s not easy for an old and frail old man to buy porridge here. Even if he is doing good deeds,
"You only want one bowl." the old man said,
"Just one bowl." Feng Feiyun said,
"Oh well."
The old man carried the big iron ladle on his shoulder, then swaggered to the edge of the stove, scooped out a ladle from the big pot, and mixed it into the big bowl of the rough kiln. Hot smoke was still rising from it, flying in the wind. The clouds came over,
Feng Feiyun picked up this bowl of 9,000-year-old snow ginseng and Pu'er soup, took a sip, and immediately felt a strong spiritual energy coming from his mouth, and a strong medicinal power that was like thunder in his mouth. , an electric current spread from the mouth to the whole body, and the bones all over the body were making a "crackling" sound, as if they had been tempered.
Just after taking such a sip, Feng Feiyun's Dantian increased by 10,000 Zifu spiritual energy. Adding the 20,000 Zifu spiritual energy in his own body, there were already 30,000 Zifu spiritual energy.
When Feng Feiyun drank the entire bowl, his body was filled with surging spiritual energy. There were as many as 70,000 Zifu spiritual energy in his dantian, just like 70,000 purple electric snakes in his dantian. surging,
"Have another bowl." Feng Feiyun felt an unprecedented sense of relief all over his body. The eight extraordinary meridians and 360 life points in his body were all spewing spiritual energy, full of power.
"No more." the old man said,
"How could it be gone? It's obvious that you cooked a big pot, are you afraid that I won't be able to pay?" Feng Feiyun said,
"It's really gone. If you don't believe it, take a look." The old man said,
Feng Feiyun looked at the big iron pot on the stove. Sure enough, not a drop was left in it, as if it had all evaporated suddenly.
"Hidden."
"No hiding, really no hiding."
Feng Feiyun pinched the lapel of Lao Tao's chest and said, "Old guy, are you trying to play with me?"
The old man was chattering Nuonuo, but Feng Feiyun pushed him to the ground, shouting: "Help, I'm going to kill someone, eat the Overlord's meal, I'm beating the old man, oh, I'm going to be beaten to death..."
"Uh-huh."
On the ancient street covered with snow, a veiled woman in white flew over, holding a white spiritual sword. With a flick of the sword's edge, one thousand eight hundred and seventy-two sword energies transformed into one thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight. One hundred and seventy-two cranes, their sharp beaks, pecked directly at Feng Feiyun,
The sword energy transforms into a shape, channeling the spirit into a beast. This is a sword art that can be compared with the "Dragon King's Sword Art".
Feng Feiyun hurriedly stretched out two fingers and shattered all the sword energy. One thousand eight hundred and seventy-two sword energy were torn into pieces. Two fingers clamped the edge of the white spirit sword, and the sword A terrifying cold air came from above the front, and the blue ice froze Feng Feiyun's fingers, then his arms, and continued to spread all over his body...
The cold air is so intense that it seems to freeze the wind and flying clouds into ice cubes.
"boom."
Feng Feiyun's finger exploded with colorful brilliance, mobilizing the power of the five elements. All the ice crystals on his arm receded. With a flick of his finger, it hit the spirit sword, shocking the woman in white and flying backwards.
She stepped on the wind and snow, like stepping on goose feathers, floating to the ground, her movements were agile and graceful, and the white jade sword in her hand was like a spiritual snake.
"The City of Gods is indeed a place where dragons and tigers are hidden. Even a scum who eats the king's meal has such a level of cultivation." The woman in white said in a cold and arrogant voice.
Feng Feiyun was about to explain when suddenly, there was a burst of beautiful and moving music in the air. There were guzhengs, pipas, flutes, dongxiao, chimes, harps, and red bells. These instruments were all incomparable. Beautiful and harmonious, they work together to create a beautiful sound of nature.
The sound of music is getting closer and closer, accompanied by the sound of clothes rustling in the wind,
A rain of spiritual flowers flew from outside the ancient city,
Sixteen women wearing white clothes and holding musical instruments descended from the sky, their faces covered with white veils from the street. They stepped on the flying snow without falling to the ground. They were all at the level of overlords of the younger generation.
There are also four women in white holding swords, standing on the ground. The woman in white who just attacked Feng Feiyun is also among them. The four women are all king-level cultivation of the younger generation.
"Damn, who is so grand?" Feng Feiyun was still pressing on the old man, holding the old man's arm with his hand, and stepped on the old man's butt with one foot.
"The Palace of the Spirits..." The old man lay on the ground and stammered,
"The Palace of the Spirits is even more powerful than the court of the Shenjin Dynasty. It is known as the Palace of the Spirits, the largest force in cultivating immortals in the world." Feng Feiyun was surprised.
"Those are the sixteen music envoys and the four great sword attendants under Li Xiaonan of the Palace of Spirits." The old man added,
"Li Xiaonan, the second-ranked Li Xiaonan on the "Epic Genius List", the most talented person in the world, Li Xiaonan." Feng Feiyun was even more surprised. He couldn't help but look at the flying snow in the sky. He saw a woman dressed all in white. He felt a sense of boredom in his heart. , "The people in the Palace of the Gods have such bad taste that they dress as if they were attending a funeral."
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