Although the spiritual power could not be used, fortunately, the cultivation was still there, and the wind condensation released the coercion of the Transformation Period, and no one dared to stop her along the way.

As soon as Feng Ning walked into the city gate, there was a sound of clattering horses' hooves, Feng Ning looked back at the outside of the city, riding a horse in the Xiuzhen realm, it was really unusual, and the people in the city didn't seem to be surprised at all, but gave way to a passage, so that the carriage could pass through the city.

Feng Ning retreated to both sides along the crowd, looked at the galloping carriage, frowned, the monk left his sect, the humility outside is not obvious, and the monk not only has to improve his cultivation, but also cultivate his mind, if he has a heart of surrender, his cultivation will also be affected.

Of course, the worship of many monks to Yu Changshu is another matter.

One is frightened and his mood is damaged; One is someone who really likes and wants to be like him.

It is estimated that it is the city lord of this city, Feng Ning guessed the identity of the person in the carriage, and did not respect such a practice in his heart, Feng Ning knew that the person who was best at putting on a show was Tianwu Qi Heng, although Tianwu Qi Heng was extravagant, it did not make Feng Ning disgusted.

Feng Ning stepped back, and found that many people around him were trembling, which made him feel that it was not a good idea to come here.

The carriage passed in front of him, and Feng Ning found that it was not an ordinary person who pulled the cart, but a high-level spirit beast known as the horse, although the horse was not as precious as the divine beast, but they had the same problem as the divine beast - that is, the heirs were scarce, and it was difficult to feed, and it would cost a lot of financial resources and manpower to raise a horse, not to mention this group.

The mythical beasts are very strong in combat, but the only thing about the horse is beauty, which is loved by all kinds of cute girls, and it is simply a must-have artifact for flirting with girls.

There was once a monk who had never seen the horse, and when he saw the monk next to the horse, he was outstanding and seemed to have the quality of an immortal, and he wanted to talk to him, but before he could make a move, he was stopped by the person next to him, "Are you crazy?" ”

"What do you mean by that?" When the monk saw that the person who held him was a close friend, he lost his temper.

"He's not something we can afford to mess with." Friends dissuade.

"What's not to be messed with? I see that his cultivation is not very high! ”

"That's a horse, raise one, more than the spirit stones we need to use to ascend to the Yuan Infant Stage!"

“……”

Hurry home and raise a few more horses to show off your wealth and status!

Hey, it seems that the spirit stones of the advanced Yuan Infant Stage have not been raised yet......

This matter was over, and after it was spread, the major powers of the cultivation realm also began to raise horses in captivity.

Juma, who has no beauty and no combat effectiveness, and has been bullied by other spirit beasts, has become a fragrant bait in the cultivation world for a while.

……

However, very few monks will use a horse to pull the carriage, Feng Ning does not know the people in the carriage, so it is also very incomprehensible, the behavior of the people in the carriage, like not sitting on a plane, has to take the bus, it will not be a brain into water, right?

At this moment, the horse running ahead let out a long neigh, and a child who had just learned to walk ran to the middle of the road at some point, bending down to pick up the fallen wooden sword.

In the blink of an eye, the child was hit by the carriage and fell in mid-air, like a kite with a broken string.

The monks around them all turned their heads, unable to bear to look at this scene, and seemed to be familiar with such a scene.

Feng Ning swept the faces of the people around him, his heart was cold, and the green tendons of his hand that clenched the Broken Nian Sword burst out, and he stepped forward.

The spiritual power can't be used, Feng Ning is thinking about countermeasures, and a person is already standing in front of the carriage.

Feng Ning held his sword and retreated, although the man was masked, judging from his momentum, his cultivation was not weak.

The carriage stopped, a pair of slender curtains lifted, and the tone was arrogant, "Do you want to die?" ”

The hands are beautiful, but the character is not very good, the wind condenses and glances around, empty, where did the people who were still full of streets just run away?

There was another loud bang, Feng Ning didn't have time to entangle, and hurriedly looked over, and the person who stopped the carriage had fallen to the ground at this time, and his body was deformed by the heavy object.

A short and fat man got out of the car, if it weren't for his iconic hands, Feng Ning really couldn't believe that the person who just lifted the curtain was him, they all said that beauty is contrasting, and ugliness is also, if it weren't for the horse standing next to him who can attract countless fans with just a horse face, he wouldn't be lined and couldn't get into the eyes.

Is this spending money to find guilt?

God opens a window for you, and he will definitely close a door, and the horse has an incomparably high appearance, so he has no combat effectiveness, and the person in front of him has endless wealth, but the level of appreciation cannot be complimented.

There was no one else on the street at the moment, and Feng Ning stood here very suddenly, but neither side of the confrontation threw a glance at her.

Then I'll be a spectator for a while.

The man who was lying on the ground and was beaten and deformed slowly stood up, approaching the carriage slowly, and with each step, his body creaked, and by the time he stopped in front of the carriage, his body had returned to normal.

The black cloth on his face also fell, and after Feng Ning saw his face clearly, he felt very weird, that person actually had the same face as Feng Yuan!

Could Feng Yuan still be alive?

In Feng Ning's opinion, it was impossible, and she also hoped that he would be alive in her heart, but reason told her that the person in front of her could never be Feng Yuan.

Even if Feng Yuan was not killed at the beginning, but after a few hundred years, the life span of ordinary people should also come to an end, she had measured the spiritual root for Feng Yuan at the beginning, he couldn't cultivate, an ordinary person who couldn't cultivate, it was impossible to live for hundreds of years and still look so young?

However, Feng Ning was not the most surprised person here, but the person who got off the carriage the most, "What do you want to do?" ”

This city is his territory, no one has ever dared to treat him like this, and he has not been threatened with his life for a long time, and he forgot to take out his weapon for a while.

"Someone hired me to kill you." Feng Yuan's eyes widened, and his pupils turned out to be all black.

"Do you know who I am?" The man seemed to finally remember that his cultivation was not weak, and he drew his sword and released a murderous aura all over his body.

Because of his roar, the child who was hit by the carriage also woke up, with a weird smile on his face, and walked towards the carriage step by step, Feng Ning didn't need to look at the follow-up to know that the child and Feng Yuan were together, because when the child walked in front of the carriage, he had already turned into an adult, and the rhythm of the transformation was simply carved out of the same mold as Feng Yuan.

Feng Ning wiped the sweat from his forehead and retreated to the corner to hide himself.

"You're just in time." Feng Yuan glanced at the 'child' and was very dissatisfied, "Solve it yourself, I don't want to do it." ”

The 'child' tugged at the corners of his mouth, and without giving the fat man a chance to speak, his hand was inserted into his heart, dragging out a bloody heart, and he walked into the inn next to him as if nothing had happened, and asked him to give him a basin of water, and wash his hands elegantly. (To be continued.) )