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Feng Qianyang knew that this bead should be the lifeblood of Lao Yan, and it should not be able to live long without it. He couldn't figure out how an animal would repay his kindness in this way, and even a human could not achieve it, but it was a bit ironic for an animal to practice the ancient precept that kindness must be repaid.

The old turtle slowly dived into the water, and after a few turns, it brought up a splash, Feng Qianyang felt that it was saying goodbye to himself, waved his hand at it, and it disappeared into the water.

The beads in his hand are crystal clear, with a strange streamer, and he feels extremely lubricated in his hand.

He looked through the beads, and it seemed that something was flowing inside, and the light passed through and reflected on the ground and was slowly flowing, with the lines of water waves.

It was the first time he had accepted such a valuable gift, and there was no way to return it, and his heart was very touched. That's true for animals, but what about humans? Since ancient times, there have been countless battles, and the lives have been ruined, but in the prosperous years, swindlers are rampant, and there are many people who get nothing for nothing. Human beings are always exerting their wisdom, but they use it against other people, which gave birth to the profession of assassins and killers, the assassins hoe the strong and the weak, and the killers use people's money to eliminate disasters for others, although the two do not seem to be much different, but assassins kill people to save more people, and killers are more for money.

Feng Qianyang had now figured this out, and his understanding of the assassin was one step deeper.

Xie Tian had asked him what the difference between an assassin and a killer was, and his mentor Alan had also mentioned it, but he didn't explain it too clearly, and he had been puzzled.

Feng Qianyang also understood slowly, maybe there will be deeper insights in the future, earthly cultivation is really helpful to him, Master and his old man did not lie to himself. If you are still like back then, killing people for the sake of carrying out a mission, then what is the difference between you and a killer?

Master adhered to the last line of the assassins, struggling for more than ten years, and finally was outnumbered.

Under the leadership of Elder Muyang, the shadow artist has now developed into a killer organization, and the ancient precepts that have been handed down have long been forgotten by these people.

Filmmakers have existed in the world for thousands of years, and there are many masters in the door, and the heads of all generations have taken it as their responsibility to help the world, never accept the tasks of their employers, and are only responsible for the people of the world. Unexpectedly, the number of heart cultivators in recent times has decreased dramatically, and his power in the door is declining, and at the same time, he has been affected by hot weapons, and the shadow artist has undergone tremendous changes, and he has already seen everything in his eyes for eighteen years in the back mountain.

Feng Qianyang got this opportunity, and he didn't expect it himself. Saving a life is better than creating a first-class floating slaughter, the ancients regarded saving people's lives as extremely respectful, they just saved an old turtle, as soon as the opportunity came, the well-being was revealed.

So what's the use of this thing? He was momentarily confused, and put it in his pocket without thinking about it again.

He had a hunch that this bead would have earth-shattering power in the future.

It was not early, Feng Qianyang returned to the farmhouse, the boss ignored his attitude, stood at the door and looked at him coldly, as if he owed him millions. The classmates in the room were almost staggering, and many of them were dancing there. He never touched alcohol, and it was taboo to be an Assassin, and for thousands of years the Assassins of this sect had followed this ancient precept, even under the powerful impact of the ideas of the new era.

This may be the last remaining ancient precept of the filmmaker.

Feng Qianyang looked at Deng Qiang, he had drunk a lot, but fortunately, he was conscious and could recognize him at once, while Liu Sen had long since woken up, most of his body slipped on the ground, sleeping like a dead pig.

Seeing that the time to return to school was approaching, even the squad leader was already drunk into a puddle of mud.

Only a few boys were a little more conscious, and hurriedly settled the account with the owner of the farmhouse, leading everyone to prepare to go back.

The drunk classmates were carried by others, and the girls joined in. Feng Qianyang thought to himself that this place was remote and uninhabited, and the path couldn't even be walked by car, and now everyone couldn't go too far like this.

He walked forward for a while, and when he noticed that there was no one around, he immediately rose into the air and flew over the rows of treetops, bringing the sound of the wind to his ears.

Feng Qianyang probed far ahead, but still found no trace of a car, so he simply rushed back, slowed down when he was close to the crowd, walked in front of them, and said: "It's dark in front, there is not even a light, and there are no passing cars nearby, there are many of us, hurry up and wake up the drunk classmates, and hurry back to school." ”

The girl began to learn to pinch her boyfriend, slapping her face, but fortunately woke up a few in time, barely able to walk, and staggered forward.

Feng Qianyang noticed that there was a dark shadow on the treetops in the distance, which was somewhat familiar.

Could it be the Shadow Brake?

Thinking that he hadn't looked for himself for many days, and today happened to be the day to make an appointment with him, Feng Qianyang didn't go to the appointment in time, and Shadow Cha came directly to the door.

It seems that it is not possible to go, and I wonder what will happen to this madman of Shadow Brake.

Feng Qianyang had heard of him before, and Shadow Brake took on a lot of tasks a few years ago, and he was quite famous in the industry. Later, I don't know what happened, and suddenly returned to the shadower, and since then he has not been able to go out, and he only went down the mountain to monitor after Master Feng Qianyang left.

What is the strength of the shadow brake, Feng Qianyang still doesn't know. There are a lot of rumors about him, some of them are not credible, but they are definitely not general.

The black shadow on the tree never left, and Feng Qianyang had to rush over immediately. He said hello to Deng Qiang, saying that he had an upset stomach and wanted to find a place to solve it, so that they could leave first, and he would follow. The big man didn't say anything, and patted him on the shoulder, indicating that he understood.

Feng Qianyang watched them go away, dodged into the darkness, and his body rushed forward like an arrow, bypassing all the places where there was light.

As soon as he turned his head, Shadow Brake was already behind him.

A cold sweat broke out on Feng Qianyang's forehead, and the disparity in strength was obvious!

It's that I underestimate him too much.

"You've been making a lot of progress lately, I can see it." Shadow brake said coldly behind his back.

"Thanks for the compliment, but it's still a long way from you, and I'm looking forward to fighting you." Feng Qianyang did not show weakness, he knew in his heart that no matter how much Shadow Cha wanted to kill him, he couldn't do it now, and without Elder Muyang's order, he would definitely not dare to do it.

Feng Qianyang bet right.

Shadowbrake didn't go on on the topic, but said something else.

"The master of the door asked me to tell you that when I went back to Kunlun Mountain in the near future, I had some important things to explain." Shadow Kill's voice was still so cold without a trace of emotion.

At this time, let yourself go back to the mountain, it seems that you are ready to deal with yourself. Feng Qianyang has long been mentally prepared, and wants to take a detour in this matter for a few days, at least to make himself prepared, and to rush back to the mountain is to find a dead end, there must be a bunch of traps waiting for him.

Feng Qianyang said: "Is there anything you have to go back to the mountain?" Aren't you the microphone in charge, wouldn't it be easy to say it directly? ”

We must not compromise on this matter, and stick to our bottom line unwaveringly.

"I am also obedient to orders, and I must listen to the words of the head, so that's all, you can do it yourself." Shadow Brake was about to stop the conversation, revealing that he wanted to leave.

Feng Qianyang is not stunned now, knowing that this is the shadow brake testing himself, to see if he still has a little awe of the shadower.

He was silent.

Feeling the changes in the surrounding airflow, the wind speed was getting stronger and stronger, Feng Qianyang saw that a constantly rotating air flow had condensed on the right hand of the shadow brake, constantly exuding the breath of death outward.

"Then don't blame me!"