Immortal Path to Heaven Chapter 1062: Warning
Feng Xinxiao left, she walked extremely decisively, and lost completely.
This big match, no one thought that it would end in this way. After only two matches, it ended.
Seriously, Feng Xinxiao is scared. Ouyang Ming has become the demon in his heart, and there is only one word that can describe it-metamorphosis. If you compare it again, who knows what moths will be produced, he still participates in the formation ratio? Who knows what his attainments above the formations are, if he loses again, it will really be over.
Seriously, I left early before the match was over. This is really a daze. I lost my spirit and my heart.
There are some things that cannot be retired. Once you have the intention to retreat and you don't dare to move forward, you will be washed down by the main road, and it will be difficult to get close.
How to sword, if he didn't avenge the strong in the clan in the first place, would he be able to break through the venerable? Not necessarily. Tortured by guilt, pain, and despair day and night, it is fortunate to indulge in this kind of mood and not fall into the devil's way. I still want to break the spirit and become dignified, and dream! The awe-inspiring righteousness in his heart dissipated, and the sword's edge was no longer pure. How could the sword in his hand become sharp? How to smash the stars? So he went and blocked the three tricks of the Venerable, even though he was defeated.
And now, although Feng Xinxiao is a trivial matter, he can also infer his style of doing things from point to surface.
To put it bluntly, this person shouldn't worry about it. Even if he is ambitious, he doesn't have the ability to maintain his ambition.
On the winding path, fog is permeated, summer flowers are prosperous, and butterflies are chasing bees. It is a leisurely and contented scene.
Feng Xinxiao stepped on every step, the earth would be shaken, his face was gloomy, like dripping water.
"Master, what should I do now?" A gray-robed old man slowly emerged and asked softly.
"Oh, this time I lost, but next time, I want to win back." He bit his teeth hard and made a "creaking" sound, which seemed a bit cold to hear.
"Master is ambitious, I believe this day is not far away..." The old man complimented.
"Let's go!" He shook his head.
The Seven-Star Pagoda has nine floors. Fengtian stood by the railing and looked down at the earth.
has a deep gaze, and his expression is not angry or pretentious.
"Daddy, the child has lost." Feng Xinxiao stepped on the stairs and walked up. Although the frustration in her voice was hidden deep, she was still heard by Feng Tian.
"Your heart demon is growing." Feng Tian stared directly at Feng Xinxiao's eyes, straight to the point.
Feng Xinxiao didn't know how to answer, so she lowered her head silently.
"Look at me." Feng Tian's voice was not loud, but with a force of law, Feng Xinxiao's heart was stunned and she quickly raised her head. He only felt that a fairy sword that could cut through the ages was hanging above his head, and it might fall at any time, causing him to die. In just a moment, the back was soaked in cold sweat, like being immersed in ice water, with fine beads of sweat coming out of the forehead. But he didn't even dare to raise his hand to wipe, the strong man in the emperor realm, at this moment, was as fragile as an ant.
Just when he found it difficult to breathe in, his eyes were getting darker and darker, and the whole world was shaking, Feng Tian slowly looked away.
He flicked his sleeves, and his voice was extremely cold: "When the sky is still missing, let alone a monk. In my life, before setting foot on the emperor, I have won many more and lost more. After hardships, I will eventually become an emperor. What about you? You don’t even have the courage to face failure. This is what makes me chill. Only by learning to learn from failures can I make progress. Have you forgotten what I taught you? This kind of thing, again If it happens once, you can come down from that position." The sound was not loud, but it resonated with the space, shaking Feng Xinxiao's body with blood and qi.
"I see..." Feng Xinxiao nodded vigorously.
After said these words, there was silence on the pavilion.
After ten or so breaths, Feng Tian took the initiative to speak, his voice softened a little, and he said in a deep voice: "Banquet, please Ouyang Ming."
Feng Xinxiao had doubts in her heart, but did not speak to refute, she nodded slightly, hesitated for a moment, or asked her doubts: "Do you want to see him in person?"
Fengtian did not answer, and said something inexplicable: "There are only two kinds of people in this world, enemies and friends. It depends on how he chooses."
is night.
In the middle of the terrace, Ouyang Ming is said to be surrounded by a group of strong Feng clan, it is difficult to get out, these strong eyes are full of fanaticism.
It is true that Ouyang Ming's performance in this competition is too amazing.
Forging magic weapons and refining longevity pills, of course, the most important thing is that the blood of the Feng clan is unimaginable.
This kind of thing, even one thing, is enough to cause a sensation. What's more, Ouyang Ming completed three pieces in one go, and also scared away the usual arrogant main battle group, and slapped his face severely.
Fengxiang looked at Ouyang Ming's back, cleared his throat, coughed, and suddenly, more than 70% of his eyes looked over.
He pondered for a moment, and said softly: "Today is indeed a day worth remembering, because we have taken a step towards peace and prosperity. This is the joint effort of everyone. Of course, the credit belongs to Master Ou, everyone Can't take it away." Suddenly, there was a burst of laughter in the field, the distance between each other was much less, and the group was tighter. This is Feng Xiang's personality charm.
He walked up to Ouyang Ming and bowed his hands.
But Ouyang Ming twisted his body and avoided him.
Fengxiang didn't care, and smiled heartily: "Master Ou, please!" As he said, his right hand drew forward.
The cold wind blows, blowing up the dead leaves on the ground, and the silhouettes of a group of people gradually disappear under the moonlight, and the silhouettes become longer and longer.
In the pavilion, Ouyang Ming and Feng Xiang are sitting opposite each other.
There is a stove in front of him. The charcoal fire is very strong. There is a pot of wine on the stove. This is a kind of wine unique to the Feng clan, and the gods are drunk.
This kind of wine is extremely valuable in the world, and it can be met but not sought. Even within the Feng Clan, he would not easily serve guests. Of course, with Ouyang Ming's current identity, he would naturally be able to drink it.
The pavilion is built in the middle of the lake. It is summer, and there are countless pink lotus flowers.
is either charming or feminine, or graceful, or pure and white. In short, it's just one sentence, contending with each other.
"Come on, taste this wine, the gods are drunk, I can't bear to drink it on weekdays." After saying that, Feng Xiang got up and poured a glass full of Ouyang Ming, and also poured himself a glass. In the Feng Clan, people who can let Fengxiang pour wine don't say no, but there are definitely not many, and the total number does not exceed twenty, but now there is one more Ouyang Ming.
Listening to Feng Xiang's words, Ouyang Ming was also quite moved.
Although he didn't get along for a long time, he knew most of Feng Xiang's temperament. Although he is proud and conceited, he has one thing to say and seeks truth from facts. During this period of time, Ouyang Ming was even more meticulous. Although the term is a bit ambiguous here, it is true.
And now, this kind of wine is highly praised by him.
can only explain one thing, it’s not easy to get drunk as a god.
Ouyang Ming looked at the wine in the glass, pale green, exuding majestic spiritual power. He licked the skin of his mouth, held up the wine glass, raised his head and drank a big mouthful of fairy drunk, a mellow scent spreading along his tongue and reaching the bottom of his heart. All sorts of pasts appeared in front of him, old master head, Ni Yinghong...and even some small people whose names he couldn't remember. He watched everything from the perspective of a spectator.
sighed softly: "Human, live in the present, cherish the moment..."
This sentence was sent from his heart, seeing the past, and cherishing the present more and more.
Fengxiang glanced at him deeply, and said inexplicably: "This is good wine..."
Ouyang Ming understood what he meant, nodded and said, "The spiritual power in this wine is extremely strong, like a trickle that nourishes the flesh. This is no longer wine, more precious than the fairy liquid. You are Fengxiang, Feng Clan. The wine from the strong imperial realm is not bad. I know what you want me to do, like this fairy drunk, the entire Feng clan can drink one of the few, you and I drank it, I’m afraid It’s also extremely difficult."
"I didn't expect you to have this kind of understanding." Feng Xiang praised.
"Everything is very simple, as long as you don't lose your heart, you can see the essence." Ouyang Ming said.
"If you can teach Brother Ou such a genius, it seems that Brother Ou's master must be an incredible master." Feng Xiang pursed his mouth and looked at the lake. The waves were gentle and calm.
"That's right, it's quite tall for me anyway." He thought for a while, and then said, "The kind that is several stories high." As he said, Ouyang Ming's mind echoed like an old craftsman's head. , The eyes are bent.
"That's really very high." Feng Xiang nodded if the incident happened.
After drinking the wine, I can say what I need to say, Feng Xiang's face is solemn.
said in a deep voice: "Brother Ou, this time you broke the plan of the main battle group, so you have to be careful."
"In the ancestral land of the Feng Clan, with so many eyes staring at them, they dare not move rashly, right? Besides, I am not the one who can be manipulated." Ou Yangming didn't worry in his heart, and said in a low voice.
"Although it is safe in the ancestral land of the Feng clan, the defensiveness is indispensable. Feng Tian has a bad heart and will not wait to die. Moreover, under his leadership, the main fighting faction is full of addiction. The meaning of blood is not to be underestimated." Feng Xiang took a sip of the fairy drunk, and his brows were tightly frowned~IndoMTL.com~Feng Xinxiao is a general of the main battle group, and his mood has been lost. What else to worry about? "Ouyang Ming looked at the lotus, his eyes were very deep.
"I am too persistent." Feng Xiang's frowned brows stretched out.
"The wind is about to rise, I have to go back." Ouyang Ming slowly got up.
Looking at Ouyang Ming’s back, Feng Xiang said the last sentence: "Grandpa wants to see you."
Ouyang Ming was startled for two or three seconds, then nodded and said okay.
Back in the courtyard, with a "crunch", Ouyang Ming pushed the door open.
walked into the room, sat cross-legged, and immediately plunged into the spiritual world with a thought. In the spiritual world, the cold wind sobbed, the ice and snow, and the snow-capped mountains became more and more majestic, rising up all the time, and the speed was very fast. When he was visualizing the snow-capped mountains, even the temperature in the house dropped a lot.
half an hour later, Ouyang Ming slowly withdrew from entering concentration.
My eyes are open and closed, and his eyes are deep, like a vicissitudes of starry sky, plain but peaceful, simple and vicissitudes of life.
really means a little independence...
After all, the cultivation level has reached this level, and the temperament must be top-notch. ...
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