Ma Monroe felt the strangeness around her, and she was also a little embarrassed, she was not a stupid person, on the contrary, she knew this matter better than anyone else.

Looking at the weak and helpless girl behind her, Feng Jin couldn't help but have a headache, and changed the topic: "Don't give up brother, you passed the first test on the first day, but your strength is extraordinary." If Rifeng happens to face you, please be merciful. ”

Wan Buqi's face stiffened when he heard this, he looked Feng Jin up and down, the smile on his face suddenly disappeared, and he said with some embarrassment: "Brother Jin, you can say the opposite, it is you who should be merciful."

To tell you the truth, in fact, I'm just a god realm martial artist who specializes in killing and trickery, and with the power of your two swords, I'm afraid I won't be able to last a round in your hands. ”

Feng Jin smiled slightly, and didn't go into a deep conversation, just diverted the topic, he really didn't have much say in this kind of thing.

He understands his own affairs, what kind of strength he is, he still has something to measure in his heart, the god who specializes in the art of killing, plus the trickery, this kind of person is exactly what he is most worried about.

The so-called one force breaks ten thousand laws, people's essence, qi, and spirit, but the same sect is not the same source, qi often represents the realm of cultivation, blood often represents the body, and there is no fixed range of gods.

Majoring in the art of killing is actually majoring in physique and minoring in qi.

Many people think that the power of qi is superior to the power of the body, but in fact, those who are truly knowledgeable will understand the relationship between the two.

If you don't practice the art of killing, your normal strength will not be much stronger than that of mortals, and only under the blessing and protection of qi can you be comparable to those who specialize in the art of killing.

But qi is a thing that is different from one's own physique, and people who control it perfectly are simply rare, one in ten thousand, and most of them are half-hangers, how can they be compared with their own bodies?

It's like using a three-zhang long whip or using your own fist, which is more convenient to control?

Feng Jin's strength is all in his moves and skills, and he can restrain one or two when he encounters a person who uses qi or an ordinary person who understands the gods, but if he encounters a god martial artist who specializes in the art of killing, he can't fight at all.

In terms of moves and skills, people don't say that they are equal, but they won't lose too much, but they can slap an elephant with a slap and smash gold and stone with a fist.

Not to mention the elephant, how can you even shoot an elephant's legs......

Wan Buqi looked at Feng Jin, who lowered his head and pondered, his face became even more ugly, and he couldn't help but say: "Brother Jin, it was a fierce wave just now, the two of us are quite fateful, I want to recognize you as a friend in my heart."

You... I don't have the general's armor, and I have to be chopped alive to eat your sword. ”

Feng Jin chuckled and waved his hand, "Don't give up brother, you really think highly of me, I'm just a showman, there are so many people who are trying, how can we really meet." ”

After speaking, Feng Jin looked up at the sun above his head, and found that it was past noon, and said: "Don't abandon my brother, seniors, it's past noon, it's almost time to rest, let's talk while walking?"

Hearing this, everyone looked at the sun that had walked a lot to the west, and nodded, the group stayed here for a long time, and it was too late, so they could talk again, and it would be dark when they arrived at the peak of the day.

When I met someone from the Poison Sect in the mountains, I never gave up and Feng Jin and Ma Monroe were also fated, so they simply changed and went together.

After all, Meng Lao hadn't been found at this time, and the two of them still seemed a little thin.

Along the way, Wan Junli, the sect leader of the Poison Sect, had a very happy conversation with Feng Jin, and once invited Feng Jin to their sect as a guest, but after the latter politely refused, he didn't say anything more, just said that he could go to them at any time when he was free.

The conversation along the way Feng Jin also has a broad understanding of the Poison Sect, and this sect really has something.

Before Yong'an, the Poison Sect came from a great sect, and later that great sect was destroyed by vendetta, and their branch happened to be a miscellaneous technique, proficient in poison, Gu, hidden weapons, etc., and killing people across the border was like eating and drinking water for them.

There were even many cases of killing land immortals by refining their own martial arts, and later they were targeted by the Pure Yuan Sect at the level of the leader of the righteous path in the rivers and lakes at that time because they were too threatening.

But the Chunyuan Sect couldn't swallow it, and a tooth was broken, and in a fit of anger, he listed the Poison Sect as a person in the Demon Dao, and chased and killed him all day long.

Later, after the Qing Lawyer intervened in the rivers and lakes, the Chunyuan Sect was even more broken up by the Poison Sect and became the current Chunyuan Sect, but they also became the climate.

Under the current trend of banning the merger of rivers and lakes, both sides are basically petty fights, and they dare not be caught by the Qing Law Supervisor.

So now the Poison Sect has become the strong side, and the Pure Yuan Sect has become the weak side, but this weak person has no consciousness of the weak at all, and he is still living in the era of the Pure Yuan Sect in the past, provoking them all day long, and also pulling a bunch of righteous gangs into their warship to jointly resist the Poison Sect.

It's a pity, but they didn't have eggs, let them be full of tricks, and the Poison Sect broke it with all their might......

Feng Jin was shocked when he knew these things, he had always been a poison sect that was the weak side, and the Chunyuan Sect was bullying, but he didn't expect it to be like this.

No wonder, all the disciples of the Poison Sect shouted that the Chunyuan Sect was a group of villains, and a group of little people, and they really didn't lose it.

The laws of Great Xia have become the capital for them to act recklessly and do not know how to converge, which is funny when you think about it.

Along the way, Feng Jin also asked if they had seen any traces of Meng Lao and Feng, according to Wan Bu said, the sect leader of the Poison Sect, Wan Junli, and the elders of the Poison Sect did not walk with their disciples.

Instead, let them divide into several groups and go to Daizong Mountain on their own to converge, and never give up being the great disciple of the Poison Sect, who is the leader of one of the teams.

Wan Bu abandoned behind Feng Jin and his group, it stands to reason that they should be able to see Meng Lao, Feng Mou or Meng Yitian, but there is no trace of it, which makes Feng Jin's little question mark full of little heads.

But since he didn't see it, Feng Jin simply didn't think about it, with Meng Lao's means, there is no doubt about the safety of Feng and Meng Yitian, they will definitely go to Daizong Mountain.

The square-faced governor did not continue to sit in the Nantianmen, but went straight to Dai Zongtai, presumably he would definitely pass on the news to the Daizhou Dynasty, if they saw Meng Lao, they would definitely tell him, and then they only had to wait for Meng Lao to come to find them.

With the addition of the Poison Sect and his group, Feng Jin and Ma Monroe's two-person world also came to an end, and the group went straight to Sun Peak, rarely stopping along the way.

Finally, at dusk, everyone approached the peak of the sun.

The moon peak is missing, the sun peak is round, this circle, different from the flat and smooth of Dai Zongtai as if the flat mouth section, but rugged, uneven a round mountaintop.

At this time, a dense tent had been set up in a corner of the top of the Sun Peak, with a radius of miles from top to bottom, left and right, presumably for the players who were trying and his forces.

After Feng Jin came to the top of the mountain, he suddenly felt that the true qi in his body was flowing faster, and there was a feeling of wetness around him.

The feng shui here is almost not inferior to the inner palace of the Ming Palace!

However, it is obvious that the feng shui of Rifeng is natural, and the feng shui of the Ming Palace's palace is said to be man-made, but there is not much difference between the two, and they are both good places for cultivation.

Feng Shui is a thing that involves potential, and it is complex enough to be stacked into a ten-story building with rice paper, and even Feng Jin only knows this thing, but has not understood the mystery.

According to his master, a knife in one year, a sword in ten years, a gun halberd in a hundred years, and a thousand years of general trend.

This thing has a very fashionable synonym nowadays, called formation, but according to his master, it is all a small path.

The formation is cultivated to the extreme, it is the potential, the potential is this thing, if you are not amazing, you can't get its skin, at least you have to understand it for thousands of years to achieve something.

Like those fortune tellers, those who seek dragons and divide gold, and those who lay out feng shui, are just the skin of some potential that they have realized by chance, not all, only one-sided, although there are some miracles, but after all, it is only a half-hung person on the road of potential.

"——! Jin"

Just when Feng Jin was thinking about it, suddenly a voice appeared in his ears that haunted him, and no matter how serious the broken sound was, he could hear whose voice it was.

"Brother Feng!"

A young man in a crimson military uniform jumped out of the dense tent and turned into a red shadow and flew towards him.