Immortal Path to Heaven Chapter 1055: acting

The morning light broke through, poking out from the mountains, dispelling all the darkness above the woods, roads, and earth.

After Feng Xiang welcomed the strong neutral faction onto the terrace, he suddenly felt something and turned his head to look east.

Feng Xinxiao's steps are steady, like a green pine rooted on a cliff, every step is utterly sound. Numerous circular arcs of light suddenly condensed in his eyes, and he looked over at this moment. The two sharp eyes met in the air, and roared like silver lightning falling from the sky.

But the strange thing is that there is only a roar, and there is no surging spiritual power to disperse.

The emperor’s cultivation base has long been meticulous about every inch of skin and every cell on his body. It can achieve that one feather cannot be added, one fly cannot fall, and it can also harvest the aura in Dan Lake. Let it go freely, leave no trace, move with your heart, retract or release, all in your own thoughts.

When King Kong saw this scene, his gaze narrowed slightly. He knew in his heart that although he could do this, he would definitely not be so easy, leaving room for it, and not getting the slightest anger.

As for Ouyang Ming, his face is unpredictable and unpredictable. He breathed out, and gently exhaled the muddy air in his chest.

Xiao Hong's figure moved slightly, jumping from the top of Rhubarb's head to his shoulders, her slender calves gently tiptoe, attached to Ouyangming's ears, and turned her gaze to the Feng Clan totem, with a mysterious expression on her face. "Xiao Mingzi, tell you a secret. I heard from Grandpa that if the Phoenix Totem emits purple light, the aura of the entire ancestral star will boil. The Feng Clan who inspired such visions will get unimaginable benefits. Great inheritance. ."

He blinked his big eyes, and those eyes were full of envy. However, no matter how great the benefits Ouyang Ming obtained, he would not have the slightest jealousy.

"Really?" Ouyang Ming looked curious.

Xiao Hong's eyes flickered twice, and his tone became weaker: "It should be true. Grandpa has never lied to me." When he said the word "Grandpa," little stars flashed in his eyes, full of pride. .

The grandfather in his mouth is Feng Mu.

Ouyangming's heart warmed, he could naturally hear the dependence on his grandfather in Xiaohong's words. This dependence was very similar to the dependence on the old man's head when he was still in the barracks. His eyes flashed with emotion. He glanced at the high platform casually.

On the high platform, Feng Yun sat beside Feng Xiang.

He is the main representative of the neutral faction this time. He is unparalleled in strength, his cultivation is earth-shaking, and his morals are noble. Sitting next to Feng Xiang is well deserved, and Feng Xiang and Feng Xinxiao must be pleased. One of the characters.

Feng Yun slightly knocked his chin, looked at the totem in the middle of the terrace, with a pensive color in his eyes, and said with a chuckle: "Brother Feng Xiang, you have a lot of knowledge. It is said that there is an amazing heritage in this totem, I don't know. Is it true or not?"

Feng Xiang was slightly startled, but he was relieved in an instant, and said with a wry smile: "Brother Feng Yun, you are deliberately asking questions to make me difficult. This problem has been plagued by the Feng clan for more than ten thousand years. Say, I don't know!" As he said, he blinked his eyes lightly, and as soon as the voice fell, his eyes flicked over Ouyang Ming casually, with a deep meaning that seemed like nothing.

Feng Xinxiao tapped her finger on the chair surface lightly, and said coldly: "The time is almost there, let's start the competition!"

Feng Xiang didn't nod his head, he made his own mind, his palms were lightly closed, and a popping sound came from his palms, and suddenly an old man with a crane of hair and youth walked into the field, his face was kind, he leaned slightly, and smiled heartily. "My dear Feng Xiao, I have met you fellow daoists, and this competition is hosted by me. As we all know, cultivation is like a boat against the current. If you don’t remember the word'diligence' in your heart, it will be difficult for you to find a great way even if you are a proud man of heaven. With the concept of diligence and learning, the Feng Clan has this great competition." Although these words are beautiful, if they are pointed, sure enough, the voice has not fallen, and countless pairs of eyes are brushed like probes. Moved to Feng Ling's body at once. Vengeful Girl: Concubine Strategy

Feng Ling is famous for her genius.

His words were obviously innuendo, and they were addressed to Feng Ling.

The cruel color in Feng Ling's eyes flashed away, and she sneered in her heart. She was ready to dismount from the beginning. I would like to see, how long can you be proud of?

Feng Xiao smiled triumphantly and looked around. Seeing that no one had any objections, he said, "Okay, everyone is waiting anxiously if you want to come. In that case, let's start the test. The first test is the refiner. It is the foundation of the Feng Clan's foothold!" His words were able and concise, spread out, and with a wave of his big hand, an old man with muddy eyes slowly walked out of the mist.

The old man’s face is full of wrinkles, thousands of gutters, and obstructed Qi, with a sense of vicissitudes and decay.

Especially his hands, covered with thick calluses, made the terrace choking. Every time you take a step, your body's aura becomes faint, and when you come to the bottom of the Feng Clan totem, you have completely integrated into the world and resonated with the world. It seems that if he doesn't do this, the world will become incomplete and incomplete, and there is a sense of peace around him.

"Master!" Seeing this scene, Ouyang Ming said that the word "Fuzhi" appeared in his mind, and said in his heart that this kind of background is really deep.

The old man clasped his fists slightly and said loudly, "In Xiafeng Duxin, Master Ou, please!" Obviously, he has obtained Ouyang Ming's information in advance, otherwise it is impossible to call Master Ouyang Mingou.

Ouyang Ming glanced at the old man, his eyes surged, and he whispered: "Please."

Feng DuAna's eyes flashed with a sharp glow, full of energy, and said: "Master Ou is careful, although the cultivation base is only the pinnacle of the sage, but above the forging, he has never lost!"

Ouyangming nodded lightly without refuting. At this time, Feng Duxin seemed to use a mighty force to hit a ball of cotton. This feeling of powerlessness made him extremely uncomfortable. He had tried refining tools against the ten thousand races, but he had never encountered an opponent like Ouyang Ming.

Forcibly suppressing this idea, a majestic fighting spirit condensed, step by step, and the two actually began to confront each other from then on.

Feng Xiang's face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, and he glanced at Feng Xinxiao with a gloomy look, and said coldly: "Even the old man Xin has been invited out. Are you really unscrupulous?"

Feng Xinxiao didn't answer, but she couldn't express her joy when she saw Feng Xiang's deflated expression.

On the terrace, Feng Xiao exhaled vigorously, glanced at the two of them deeply, and said in his heart, this sage of the human race did not lose the wind in terms of momentum alone, it seems that there are really a few brushes, which is a pity.

I want to return to my mind, but I still have to do what I need to do. Only a wave of his old long sleeves and a lift of his hand, a stream of light spread out, and a palm-sized small tripod landed on the battle platform. The mysterious artistic conception broke out, and countless bamboo slips were inserted upside down in the small tripod.

His hair is slightly messy, flying around, and whispered softly: "The equipment refined this time is random. In order to ensure fairness, I will temporarily cover the secrets with the magic of the strange door." He said, the **** was facing the void With a light press, then, a bamboo flew out of the small tripod, spinning in the aura, like a top. Rebirth of the power queen rises

Feng Xiao's eyes condensed, his right hand opened, and the force of suction exploded.

The bamboo stick came straight into his palm. On the bamboo stick, the two words "weapons" are written side by side in a beautiful small seal.

He flipped his wrist and, in order to be fair, he showed the side with the font to the position of the high platform, and said in a deep voice: "This round is for refining weapons, please, two masters."

Under the reverberation of this sound, there was a strange silence on the terrace. Only the breeze was fainting, and everyone's eyes focused on Ouyang Ming and Feng Duxin.

Ouyangming gently spit out a mouthful of white mist, and with a thought, a white flame appeared in the palm of his hand, white as snow. Spiritual energy surged in Dan Lake, bursting from the palm of the palm, and this white flame suddenly burned. A scorching wave of air reverberated away, and the air above the flame was twisted strangely, and even the penetrating sunlight couldn't fall.

Feng Duxin felt the scorching heat wave, and sighed secretly in his heart, the temperature is so high, it must be fast to forge equipment with this kind of flame, right?

He didn't hesitate anymore, a shadow of flame reflected in his eyes, and the red flame in his hand lit up. Although this flame was not as stunning as the fire of Tianfeng, it was also extremely hot.

Suddenly, a voice said awe-inspiringly: "How come the flame in Master Ou's hand... how come I have never heard of it? Could it be that he is not a Feng clan, but a foreign aid?" This voice could not be lowered, and it opened.

"Well, white flames, it's really weird." The other pusher who was already ready immediately echoed.

"Huh, this is the Feng Clan Competition. How can foreign aid be allowed to disrupt the situation? If this goes out, how should the tens of thousands look at my Feng Clan?" This voice sounded from another direction on the terrace, the content of the words It has been determined that this is an individual race. From the initial suspicion to the present determination, there are only three sentences in total.

This time, it seemed that the dynamite barrel was completely ignited, and all kinds of doubts sounded.

Feng Xinxiao sneered in her heart, if it weren't for your unique flame color~IndoMTL.com~ I would really have to work hard. His complexion was cold, and he looked like Fengxiang, and his voice was like coming from among the Nine Nethers: "Fengxiang, you actually hired foreign aid, where does this put the Feng clan's ancestor training?" One sentence stopped the truth. Throwing Feng Xiang out.

Feng Xiang's eyes shrunk unchecked, and he said inwardly: "Huh, who said Master Ou is a foreign aid? Is there any evidence?"

Feng Xinxiao's gaze has been scanning Feng Xiang's face, and she immediately caught the eyes with the diminished expression of her pupils. She felt confident in her heart, and Feng Xiang was guilty.

Furthermore, listening to the words he said later, there was a bit of pretentiousness, and there was no more worry in my heart.

He didn't know, that look was made by Feng Xiang. For the sake of reality, it happened to the point where Feng Xinxiao could faintly perceive it. It can be said that what Feng Xinxiao sees now is what Feng Xiang wants him to see. He is falling into Fengxiang's game step by step, and as long as he mentions the blood test, the outcome of this big match will be clear.

Ouyang Ming controlled the fire of the heavenly phoenix, but separated some of his minds and stared at the high platform.

Both of them are acting, so it's up to them who acted more realistically.