The news of Yi Feng's death spread more and more widely, almost to the point where everyone knew about it.
This ordinary genius who appeared by chance suddenly fell like a meteor passing by. The sensation was far greater than when the Heavenly Ranking was announced previously, and it made people feel infinite emotions.
The once formidable genius has become a thing of the past. The monks on Fengxue Island are discussing it endlessly. The pursuers who came here with admiration have dispersed. The Luoxia Tianfu, which was once famous for a while, has become deserted.
Chasing fame and fortune is the nature of most people, and this is the case in the world.
In front of the cave door that was once full of visitors, there were only a few mortal monks at the moment. They were holding wine in their hands with regretful expressions on their faces. The leader, Xu Qingyuan, stared blankly at the silent courtyard and let out a long sigh.
"Why……"
"I never thought that Brother Yi had just made it to the top of the Heavenly Ranking, fighting for us and other mortal monks, and then fell down in the blink of an eye. God is so jealous of his talent!"
"Now that you're gone, who can we have a drink with and have a good time with?"
The words reached a painful point, and several people behind him gritted their teeth and lowered their heads.
Although they are also visitors who come here to visit, they have no other wrong thoughts. They only have infinite admiration and respect for Yi Feng, a genius who also came from an ordinary star.
It is no exaggeration to say that Yi Feng, who has a peaceful and open-minded temperament, is the hope in their eyes and the backbone of their vision. They only hope that this genius will fly high and become famous all over the world in Yuanxing!
When everyone who followed the trend was separated, they could still come to mourn. There was no need to describe their sincere friendship. They were not only feeling sorry for Yi Feng, but also grieving that the monk Fanxing could no longer rely on him.
The joy and scenery are too short-lived, and a day's separation becomes an eternity.
Standing lonely and frozen for a long time.
Xu Qingyuan poured the precious wine in front of the cave door, took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and nodded!
"Brother Yi, rest in peace."
"I will always remember your grace, and will never waver in cowardice again. I will definitely push myself in the future to fight for our mortal monks!"
Several people traveling with him also nodded and saluted, with firm faces on their faces.
The memorial ceremony they held was naturally noticed by many people. Some people sighed and some looked disdainful, but they all laughed it off as Yi Feng fell.
The tens of thousands of caves on Fengxue Island are busy as usual. Everything seems to be back to the past. The monk Zixing is still aloof, and the distinguished An Shixuan is still being cheered and embraced...
As for Yi Feng, whom almost no one mentioned, he is currently in a daze in a dim world.
The surroundings were gray, cold and desolate.
Looking at the unfamiliar environment, Yi Feng looked puzzled.
"Crack!"
With one sword, he split the flying monster.
He couldn't help but complain.
"What a shabby place this is..."
"Didn't you say that there are gifts in the treasure house? It's like an escape room. The atmosphere is weird. The treasure house on Snow Wind Island is too shabby."
He walked around for a long time, becoming more and more suspicious as he walked, feeling that the whole world was filled with a sense of desolation.
This environment is completely different from what I expected.
I quickly turned around, but even the way I came from had disappeared without a trace...
Only then did Yi Feng react and clenched the big sword tightly!
"Made!"
"This ghost place is not a treasure house at all. I seem to have been fooled!"
At this moment.
Yi Feng completely understood that what he came to was not a treasure house at all, but a very dangerous place. The old woman just now was really insidious. She said something nice, but in the end she planned to kill him?
The more he looked, the more suspicious he became. Yi Feng looked around the desolate surroundings.
Finally, I found a stone monument that was ten feet high. The gray dust blew through it, and the inscriptions on it were somewhat blurry. I don’t know how many years had passed.
PS: Happy National Day, a glass to the motherland, and a glass to you all.