At the end of the feast, there was a hiccup.

Feng Qiwu, who has always poured himself a drink, gently rotated the wine glass with one hand, raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at Guan Lin, who was talking with the generals, and said lightly:

"If you want to be a fast catcher, in addition to having a heart that yearns for the light, you also have to have the courage to face the darkness, are you really ready?"

This question, in his mouth, was really a bit abrupt.

However, it cannot be denied that this is indeed an issue that needs to be considered.

When you catch fast, you will inevitably see many extreme dark sides in society. Those thrilling tragedies in the news are just a daily routine for the catcher.

The bloody tragedy and the evil of human nature are intuitively placed on this stage, revealing the cruelest truth.

Guan Lin fell silent, and the noise in the hall fell silent. Such an atmosphere is like an early trial.

The comprehensive quality of those who come out of the Tiangong Gate will never be bad. The rest depends on his psychological endurance, whether it can support him to go further on the road of catching fast.

"Maybe ......" After a long silence, Guan Lime spit out softly, but it was a little weak three words, "Not yet." ”

"But I'm confident!" As if to promise himself and an explanation to everyone, Guan Lin quickly added, "I have experienced the most desperate darkness, and since I survived back then, I believe that no difficulty can break me." ”

And that's the path my father once walked. Perhaps walking on this same path would bring him closer to his father. This can be regarded as a kind of alternative nostalgia.

Feng Qiwu drank the wine in the cup noncommittally, and when everyone thought that he would not continue the topic, his lips moved lightly, and a faint voice only reached the ears of the two at the end.

"Learn more from your friends. ”

"He is a man who can see the light even in the dark. ”

Jian Zhiheng was slightly stunned, and when he looked at Feng Qiwu again, he had already turned his gaze away, as if nothing had happened. But he really heard the sentence just now, and he was really happy.

At least his own ideas, he accepted a little.

This small step is a rare big step for him.

……

After the banquet that day, although everyone had not yet fully made peace, the situation of the isolation of the generals finally disappeared, and everyone recognized Feng Qiwu as the coach.

It's just that most people are still a little reluctant to carry out his orders. You even pushed me to give in, turning the fierce resistance into a kind of "cold violence" that was dealt with passively.

On this day, Feng Qiwu and Lu Hongyu each rode a war horse, and then took a team of virtual soldiers to inspect the ore vein.

This task was naturally pressed on his head after everyone shirked it one after another.

Probably because of some guilt, these people who refused reminded him to take care of himself before leaving, and Ye Shuo also advised him to run away immediately if he found that the situation was wrong, and never to be a substitute for Feng Qiwu.

Everyone, you say a word to me, what you say is very scary, to say that Lu Hongyu doesn't care about it at all, it is impossible. Therefore, although he did feel that Feng Qiwu had changed during this time, he was inevitably still a little apprehensive, while gently holding the reins of the horse, always alert to the changes around him.

When the two of them walked to an empty grassland, Feng Qiwu suddenly stopped.

"City Lord......" Lu Hongyu could only turn the horse's head and gallop back again, "What's wrong?"

Feng Qiwu swept around indifferently, and said in a deep voice with great impatience: "Didn't you notice that the situation here is wrong?"

Lu Hongyu was stunned, his spiritual sense was radiated out of his body, and after careful induction, he really sensed an awe-inspiring killing machine. It's as if the hunter has opened his net, waiting for the sluggish prey to step in on its own.

"Ambushed?"

At the same time, he couldn't help but secretly cry ashamed. On the way out, he patronized and was vigilant against Feng Qiwu, but ignored the changes in the external environment. If the enemy had attacked just now, I'm afraid he would have become the first live target!

Feng Qiwu didn't pay attention to it anymore, his eyes outlined by the heavy shadows, and he was cautiously scanning all corners of the grass. The flowers and leaves are windless and automatic, which is intimidated by the powerful pressure he exerts, and the air is so solemn that it seems to burst into sparks, and a sense of crisis is about to erupt, swimming on every curved grass stem.

On the ground, the grass on the opposite side slowly parted, and the group of centaurs in Group A walked leisurely in front of them as if they had stepped into another dimensional space.

There are three generals who lead the team, one is Yan Yueque, anyway, after the trial begins, he has to participate in every big or small battle, and it is not surprising that he will appear here. There are also two people who are unfamiliar in appearance, but the spiritual power fluctuations emanating from their bodies show their superior strength, which is not to be underestimated.

Feng Qiwu turned over and dismounted unhurriedly, and swept over the faces of several people with disdain. The two strange generals seemed to be directly ignored by him as a background board. His gaze quickly fell straight on the person in front of him.

"Yan Yueque, your group A jumping clown, ran out again?"

Turning around, he teased with bad intentions: "There are mountains and rivers here, and the scenery is pleasant, what's the matter, is it a cemetery for you to choose?"

Yan Yueque was not angry, smiled slightly, and responded: "It's for you." ”

"Let me introduce you. He pointed to an unfamiliar general beside him, "This is our Group A astrologer, Qi You." Every time we fight an important war in Group A, his divination is indispensable. Why don't you let him count it for you?"

Na Qi is not good-looking, dressed in coarse linen clothes, wearing a square hat, holding a banner, and looks like a fortune teller.

However, this person does have some backgrounds. He was born in a famous gossip family, learned astrology since he was a child, and then in the sect, he is also an excellent disciple of the first class.

He also has a cousin-in-law, Qi Suan, who is a top genius among gossip masters. The master within the sect once commented that with his talent, it is not impossible to calculate the unsolved mysteries of the world in the future.

This sentence alone is enough to see his profound attainments in gossip.

However, there have always been rumors in the gossip world that the Bagua world calculates the heavenly machine, which is not tolerated by the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, so the lifespan of gossip masters is generally shorter than ordinary people. The deeper the attainment, the more heavenly opportunities are calculated, and the shorter the lifespan will be. Therefore, I don't know whether to say that I am fortunate or unfortunate to have made achievements in the gossip master and his party.

This time, the two entered the Tiangong Gate together, perhaps because of the particularity of their professions, they have always been low-key on weekdays, even among the disciples of the same period, few people have heard of their names. This is really a rare thing among a group of young geniuses who shine.

In the recent team trial, Qi Shu is breaking through an important juncture, and he is still retreating behind closed doors and has not participated. Qi He was eager to break through himself and seek exercise in actual combat, so he signed up early.

On weekdays, their brothers' dresses are naturally not so godly. However, as soon as he entered the trial space and looked at this antique environment, Qi He wore a fortune teller's signature costume with the mentality of "following the customs". This rustic dress was also teased by others for a while at the beginning.

In contemporary society, there are many people who bear the name of gossip masters, but there are very few people who can really measure the past and the present and the future.

And the existence of these people also turns the gossip master, which is clearly a "high-end mysterious" profession, into a ninth-rate person. As soon as many people hear about gossip, they will reflexively pout their lips and say, "Liar!"

In contrast, on the contrary, as a branch of the Bagua Master, the Heavenly Arithmetic Master is more respected. After all, these people know how to write programs, and they can do something that seems to others to be more "decent".

At first, Qi He was also questioned in the same way. No one wants to believe him, they don't want to put the victory or defeat of the war in the hands of a liar.

Qi He did not give up, even if others did not look at or listen to his calculations, he still tried his best every day to fiddle with the compass, calculating the good luck and evil of the war.

Several times in a row, the results of the great battle were in line with his calculations, and everyone at first regarded it as a coincidence, but when the same coincidence happened repeatedly, everyone's attitude towards him finally changed from initial questioning to complete obedience. At the same time, they also believed that there was indeed such a thing as a war at the right time and place.

At this time, Qi He moved his fingers to himself, making impromptu calculations.

"Feng Qiwu, people's luck, there are good and bad. Maybe you've had a good day, but today, you'll run out of luck here, in other words, this is where you're buried. ”

"Gossip Master?" Feng Qiwu sneered and glanced at Yan Yueque, "I didn't expect you to believe this?"

Then, he turned his gaze at Qi He: "Since you can pinch and calculate, have you ever calculated your own death?"

Without waiting for Qi He to answer, he pretended to be abrupt and said, "Oh, I forgot, you gossip masters can't measure yourself. It's okay, then I'll give you a hexagram. ”

Even pretending was no longer needed, and he left a declaration of his life word for word.

"Your Death Date...... Just today!"

As soon as his body moved, he turned into a pitch-black phantom, swept by a distance of several feet, and attacked, like a ghost.

This kind of weirdness was seen by everyone in the group battle ring at the beginning.

Yan Yueque didn't even move her footsteps, and gave an attack order to the virtual soldiers. Looking at the virtual soldier who rushed forward under the black pressure, he was still holding his hands in circles, so he could watch in place for a long time.

In just a few breaths, where Feng Qiwu passed, the virtual soldier almost died when he was touched. Whether it was his poison master methods or the strong strength of the powerhouses of the Tongtian Realm, it was obviously not something that this group of minions could handle.

Lu Hongyu immediately reached out and grabbed the barrel of the gun, and also wanted to step forward to help, but before he could mobilize his spiritual power, a cold transmission entered his brain.

"You don't need to meddle! I can clean up these ants alone. ”

Since Feng Qiwu said so, if he wants to forcibly intervene again, I am afraid that it will only make him feel that he is underestimating him, and Lu Hongyu can only stop stupidly. But at this time, his eyes were still cautiously patrolling the battlefield, and his spiritual power was always accumulating in his body, maintaining the best state to respond to the battle.

The scene in front of him, those people in the group, should also know Feng Qiwu's strength, and they dare to be so big, except for their blind arrogance, most of them are prepared.

But Feng Qiwu is not a reckless person, he can not be afraid of enemy attacks, maybe he also has a foolproof strategy...... Lu Hongyu comforted himself like this for the time being.

Feng Qiwu's body was like the wind, shuttling back and forth, but in the blink of an eye, he knocked down all the virtual soldiers who rushed in. And under his deliberate manipulation, a strange scene that Lu Hongyu had never seen before also happened in front of everyone.

Those virtual soldiers who were already lying on the ground, their life bar dropping to zero, were clearly dead and could no longer die, but they did not disappear as data as usual, but under the shroud of a black mist, their faces were as black as iron, and they stood up straight, and a gloomy ghostly death aura was overflowing from their whole bodies.

But this time, they gathered around Feng Qiwu.

After the initial shock, everyone present could tell that these soldiers had been refined into undead warriors.

Regardless of whether it is the enemy or the enemy, as long as there is a war, there will be dead, and these dead, under the control of the power of Huangquan, can all stay in the yang world and turn into immortal warriors. In other words, no matter what kind of attrition the two sides present, it will become a replenishment of their own combat power.

In addition, when these ghost soldiers are not afraid of pain, their strength will only become stronger and more difficult! If he wants to defeat the commander of such an immortal army, in addition to crushing him with absolute overwhelming strength, Lu Hongyu really can't imagine how to completely defeat him.

Necromancer's abilities...... Is it so terrifying? No wonder, Feng Qiwu has always behaved with ease.

"Yan Yueqing, thank you for making a special trip to send me supplies. After feeling that the newborn undead warrior had all been connected to his soul, Feng Qiwu smiled cruelly, like a ghostly death, and approached forward again step by step, "In order to thank you, I will let you die a happy death later." ”

Yan Yueque saw this kind of method with his own eyes, and at first he was a little contemplative, but then, he showed his face again, and smiled calmly: "The victory is not scored, it is better not to talk too much." ”

Feng Qiwu sneered: "You are my subordinate in the ring, and I don't believe that you can turn the sky upside down!"

The palm of his hand was lightly raised, and a cloud of black energy carrying the destructive qi pressure was slowly accumulating in his palm.

And the point of this dangerous attack is the Qi He who is moving his five fingers and doesn't know what he is calculating!

Obviously, the death prediction made by this person to himself made Feng Qiwu very unhappy.

First of all, he's going to take this guy under the knife!

(End of chapter)