When Feng Zhou arrived at Tai Shiling's residence, Zhang Tianshi Zhang Yuanzong went out to greet him personally.
After greetings, the two sat down separately as the guest of honor.
"The official summoned you to see you because of my recommendation." Zhang Yuanzong said, "The Longhushan Zhengyi sect emphasizes the practice of worldly practice, but this generation of heavenly masters is still young and it is inconvenient to come out of the mountain. Looking at the Taoist priests of all sects in the world,
There are few people who can match Master Feng. There will be no second person in the world who is competed by the Shenxiao Sect and the Jindan Sect to be a junior disciple. So I recommended Master Feng to the officials. I wonder how Master Feng feels about this?
"Okay." Feng Zhou said with a smile, "It's only natural to learn the skill of slaying dragons and sell it to the emperor's family. Being able to serve the emperor is a blessing for a poor man. A poor man can be recommended by the heavenly master, and he is grateful.
Not enough."
Zhang Yuanzong looked into Feng Zhou's eyes and said slowly: "Tomorrow is the great court meeting. The officials will definitely summon the civil and military officials of the court and invite real people to perform in front of the Jade Saint."
"This is the wish of a poor man." Feng Zhou nodded happily.
Zhang Yuanzong observed Feng Zhou's expression, thought for a while, and continued: "In the hidden dragon and crouching tiger, capable people emerge in large numbers. Master Feng will face the saint tomorrow and will definitely be noticed by interested people. Therefore, stay in my mansion tonight. Don't go out.
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"No problem, everything will be arranged by the Heavenly Master," Feng Zhou said.
Looking at Feng Zhou's performance, Zhang Yuanzong couldn't help but feel a little confused.
Is this twenty-year-old Taoist priest able to keep his composure, or is he stunned by the good news that the emperor has summoned him...
Zhang Yuanzong frowned and said again: "My mansion has copper walls and iron walls, so you can live there without any worries. You can take a good rest today and show off your talents tomorrow."
Feng Zhou looked at Zhang Yuanzong with a smile: "Okay, Master Zhang."
Zhang Yuanzong was completely speechless.
He made a gesture calmly, and immediately a family member came in with an invitation in their hands, bowed their hands and saluted, saying: "Master, the Grand Tutor has sent you an invitation. Please pay a visit to the house tonight. The sedan chair has been carried to the yard.
Already."
"So urgent?" Zhang Yuanzong was slightly startled and quickly looked at Feng Zhou.
Feng Zhou smiled slightly and said: "It doesn't matter if the Heavenly Master goes away, the poor Taoist can live peacefully in the mansion and there will be no external affairs."
Zhang Yuanzong sighed slightly: "There is no choice but to do this. When Taifu summons me, I don't dare to miss him. The poor Taoist will take a step first, and the Taoist Master Feng will stay well."
He thought for a while and then said to Feng Zhou: "If something happens tonight, it must be the noble person who came to test the real person's skills. After the real person handles it, I will see your majesty tomorrow. There is no need to say more."
Feng Zhou smiled and said, "I understand." After saying this, he handed over his hands and bid farewell to Zhang Yuanzong.
Feng Zhou knew very well that tonight's Zhang Tianshi's mansion was actually a dragon's pond and a tiger's den. The people behind Zhang Tianshi would definitely use the first wave of people to test their skills and magic.
It doesn’t matter if it’s Zhao Gou’s manpower or someone else’s.
If you can easily remove it, then remove it.
If not, there will be various ways in the future.
But how could Fengzhou care?
What he wants is to face difficulties, hone himself in various adversities, and allow himself to break through as soon as possible.
The night is as cool as water.
Feng Zhou had been standing in the courtyard since dinner. On the surface, he seemed to be practicing martial arts, but in fact, he was absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
When he reaches this stage, he no longer needs to practice martial arts. His martial arts will grow with the nourishment of Qi and blood.
Therefore, he will find every opportunity to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
At some point, a dark cloud quietly covered the crescent moon in the sky, and the night fell into darkness.
Feng Zhou raised his eyes and took a look, already understanding in his heart.
This is a magic circle that is even more powerful than the illusory array used by Taoist Master Wei. It drags Feng Zhou into an illusion. What his eyes see is this, but in fact he is that.
Just as before, I could see that the clouds gradually spread, became more and more dense, and soon covered the entire sky. It seemed that black clouds were completely pressing on the sky at the four corners of the courtyard, giving people an extremely depressing feeling.
Of course, Feng Zhou understood that only those who were dragged into the magic circle would feel it.
A few months ago, he might have considered how to break the phantom formation, but now, he has completely seen through the phantom formation's nature.
Boom!
In the dark night, within the dark clouds, there were bursts of thunder and flashes of lightning. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning tore through the dark clouds, carrying endless murderous intent, as if it would tear the entire world to pieces.
Boom boom boom!
Another bolt of lightning pierced the sky, and seven or eight pitiful kittens jumped down from the wall, making miserable screams, as if they wanted to hide in Feng Zhou's house.
But with a cry almost at the same time, seven or eight kittens ran towards Feng Zhou, as if they were tugging at his trousers, asking him for help.
"How dare I use this illusion to fool people?" Feng Zhou smiled slightly, and the bronze dagger appeared in his hand.
What seven or eight pitiful kittens were clearly seven or eight men in black wearing black scarves and masks, flying over from different directions, the swords were shining coldly!
There were no dark clouds, no thunder and lightning, and no kittens.
There were only these seven or eight murderous men in black.
To be precise, seven killers.
Another man in his fifties or sixties was sitting cross-legged on the wall, making a strange pose, maintaining the magic circle.
Three months ago, he could only be dragged into the magic circle without knowing it, but now, the magic circle couldn't help him at all.
But at this moment, Feng Zhou smiled slightly, his body shape suddenly changed, and he had already stepped into the magic circle.
On the rooftop in the distance, a middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a mysterious Taoist robe and a few strands of long beard looked at Feng Zhou's figure disappearing into the magic circle. He couldn't help but smile coldly: "You were dragged into the magic circle so easily.
It can be seen that the strength is only this, it seems that the junior brother was killed by his attack, if the junior brother were to fight him face to face, I am afraid that he can be easily killed in one round."
His sharp eyes were like lightning, he had already penetrated the magic circle, and found that Feng Zhou was still in the magic circle as if he was in the courtyard. He seemed to be frightened, and he couldn't help but show contempt on his face: "It turns out that he is just a weak chicken who is vulnerable to attack."
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Before this thought passed through his mind, the seven killers had already rushed to Feng Zhou and chopped him down with one strike!
The silver light is like a horse, like a rainbow, coming with a bang.
The light of the sword quickly passed across Feng Zhou's neck, and he saw that the head of Zhenren Feng had been chopped off.
It turned out to be so vulnerable.
"Ah!" screamed.
The middle-aged Taoist priest was shocked. When he looked at the magic circle, he saw the man sitting cross-legged on the wall howling miserably and falling off the wall. He was vomiting blood and his body was shaking continuously.
But Feng Zhou was already standing beside the man, standing with his hands behind his hands, looking at him coldly.
What?
Didn't the man in black cut off Feng Zhou's head with a knife just now?
Why did he break out of the formation in such a blink of an eye and knock down the junior brother who was controlling the formation?
How is this possible?
Is it my own hallucination?
Thinking of this, the Taoist quickly closed his eyes and then opened them.
But he saw that his junior brother had been killed by Feng Zhou with a light palm.
After he died, the seven killers in black were trapped in the magic circle and could no longer escape!
But he didn't see clearly the causes and consequences of all actions.
How did Feng Zhou escape from the killing of seven people, how did he break out of the phantom formation, and how did he kill the junior brother who controlled the phantom formation?
He didn't see everything.
The middle-aged Taoist priest felt only deep fear and could not help but tremble all over.
The less you can see it, the more terrifying it will be.
Obviously, the Feng Zhou in front of him was an extremely terrifying master.
I am afraid that my sect is not his enemy, so I must find someone else to take action in order to kill this beast!
Thinking of this, the middle-aged Taoist priest turned around and ran away.
But as soon as he turned around, he saw Feng Zhou already standing three feet in front of him, standing with his hands behind his back, looking at him quietly.
"This is impossible?"
The middle-aged Taoist priest looked ashen and couldn't believe it.
It turns out that I was basically under Feng Zhou's control. It was ridiculous that I thought it was easy to kill him.
"You're plotting against me and you still want to leave?" Feng Zhou smiled coldly.
"Master Feng, please listen to my explanation!" the middle-aged Taoist priest shouted hurriedly.
How could Feng Zhou be willing to listen to him!
He shook his hand into a fist, swung it lightly, and the punch was like lightning, and he punched directly into the air.
The middle-aged Taoist priest didn't even have time to scream, before there was a bang and his body was blown up in the air, turning it into pieces.
The next moment, Feng Zhou had returned to the yard, clapped his hands gently, and brushed off the dust that didn't seem to exist on his body. He was very satisfied.
After the magic power is advanced, the strength is indeed increased by more than ten times.
More than three months ago, facing this formation, I could only break the formation first and then kill the others.
But now, he can enter and exit the magic circle freely, and he can kill at will. Whether he is a killer or a middle-aged Taoist priest, he kills like a chicken.
As for whether the opponent was sent by Zhao Gou to test or Qi Yunshan Taiyi was sent to take revenge, does it matter?
Thinking of this, Feng Zhou smiled coldly, as if he were a lofty god looking down at the sky.