119 North Heaven

In the common combat skills, some combat skills will gradually become less practical with the growth of people, on the contrary, when facing the enemy, these combat achievements will make themselves defeated or even die, so cultivators will often become proficient in a combat skill, and soon enter the stage of learning other combat skills, if people find a chicken rib in the cultivation of a certain combat skill, they will give up directly.

Special combat skills have the ability to continuously improve the power of all aspects as the user is used, such as Yan Qiusheng's Bow Qing Ling Strike taught by Yan Qiusheng. Each sect has its own combat skills, and some disciples have no relationship with the sect, so it is difficult to obtain valuable combat skills. The so-called precious combat skills are not very precious in the eyes of the disciples, after all, they are unique to the sect or rare combat skills collected from the outside world, and some of the advanced combat skills cannot even be cultivated by the elders of the sect, unless you have some privileges, and the preciousness in the eyes of the disciples is just the kind of combat skills that have entered their own eyes, a little more high-end, and the practicality of such combat skills is very strong. The sect is also a battlefield, in which the tests given abound, what sect is small, the sect is big, field training, among them, there is no lack of some dangerous trials that break muscles and bones, you can not participate, and the consequences are generally only two, either the strength is stagnant and expelled from the division or is bullied to death in the days after the sect.

No matter how good you are at the sect, even if you are among the best, it is useless, only those who have experienced the baptism of actual combat and life and death tests will be valued by the sect, so in the sect, you have no real strength, and you can't be proud.

Speaking of this, Yan Qiusheng did not mention to Feng Wentian the future development of the uprightness, in the words of Shui Qing, it is the sect with two masters and two apprentices, no elders, no disciples, at this stage, the two masters are not much pressure, after all, there are few people and it is easy to teach.

In the world, in order to make many sects recognize the emergence of new sects, a world martial arts competition is needed, the competition does not look at the ranking of the sects, but only looks at the actual combat of the disciples of the sect and the comprehensive strength of the sects, so this kind of competition for the newly established sects, the masters, elders and masters must participate, and the finale of the world martial arts competition is to test the masters, elders and masters of other sects, elders and masters of the new sects.

Yan Qiusheng was about to give Feng Wentian a complete blow, but he saw a visitor not far away, the person who came was a man and a woman, a young man, with a long body and a jade body, and the woman was a child, who looked almost the same age as Feng Wentian, Yan Qiusheng didn't pay attention to them, and directly opened his voice: "North Stygian Zhengtian, Northern Stygian Snow, what kind of wind blew you here?" ”

Yan Qiusheng laughed, he caught up with them, Feng Wentian didn't follow, just searched his memory, and muttered: "Isn't Beiming Zhengtian my father's friend?" ”

120 Snow in the North Styx

For this uncle, Feng Wentian has never met him, but in the story of Feng Xiaotian, he has mentioned the person of Beiming Zhengtian many times.

The acquaintance of the two is another big war, when the North Ming Zhengtian was inexplicably involved in a fight, and at the same time became the only two remaining in that war, the two felt that they were destined to have a fate, so they worshiped as friends with their necks.

He hadn't seen each other for many years, and he hadn't told him what he looked like, so Feng Wentian wouldn't be casually sure that he was the North Hells Zhengtian in his father's mouth.

Yan Qiusheng led the father and daughter to Feng Wentian, Yan Qiusheng lowered his eyebrows to the Bodhisattva and said: "Wentian, this is the North Hells Zhengtian in my father's mouth, call Uncle quickly." ”

Beiming Zhengtian looked at Feng Wentian for a few seconds, and soon, he said emotionally: You must be the child of Feng Xiaotian, your father, is he okay? ”

"Uncle Beiming." Feng Wentian only then determined the relationship between this Beiming Zhengtian and Feng Xiaotian, but the other party mentioned his father, Feng Wentian was very bitter, and he didn't know how to answer, he glanced at Yan Qiusheng, Yan Qiusheng nodded, Feng Wentian replied, he didn't lie, he wanted to test whether this uncle was really worthy of friendship as his father said: "For two years, I have been addicted to alcohol, and I have been holding my mother's tombstone all day long and crying bitterly. ”

Feng Wentian said very easily, there was no sadness on his face, Beiming Zhengtian was stunned, he didn't know if Feng Wentian really didn't care about his father or pretended to be strong, he hurriedly asked Feng Wentian's home address, and then left in a hurry, leaving only Beiming Xue.

Bei Ying Xue Mei looked around, just like Feng Wentian, who had entered the righteous heart at the beginning, and was very curious about everything around her.

"Are you a disciple here?" Bei Mingxue shifted her perspective to Feng Wentian, Feng Wentian nodded, and Bei Mingxue then asked: "My dad often tells me stories about your father, and my dad says that he is an infatuated man. ”

"I'm sorry!" Bei Mingxue realized that she had made a mistake and hurriedly apologized to Feng Wentian, this girl behaved dignifiedly, and she didn't forget to give Feng Wentian a big bow when she apologized.

Feng Wentian had never been in contact with the opposite sex, and he was extremely excited to see the opposite sex for the first time, he walked around the North Stygian Snow a few times, and it seemed that he didn't care about the other party's apology.

Yan Qiusheng made a table of good dishes and prepared a banquet for Beiming Zhengtian and Beiming Xue, but Beiming Zhengtian was gone, Yan Qiusheng guessed something, he looked at Feng Wentian, Beiming Xue, and Shui Qing and salivated as they looked at the food, and couldn't help but smile.

Dinner.

After Yan Qiusheng finished speaking, Feng Wentian and Shui Qing became gluttonous, Bei Mingxue ate Si Wenwen's, after the meal, Feng Wentian and Shui Qing went to cultivate, Bei Mingxue followed behind Feng Wentian, she didn't disturb him, just sat quietly on a stone and watched.

Less leaning, Yan Qiusheng walked over, he gave Feng Wentian a demonstration, and a humanoid circle of light broke away from him, and it was as fast as lightning and collided with a high mountain not far away.

Bang bang bang!

The continuous impact sound resounded in the sky, and then there was a mountain shake, Feng Wentian was fast, a few steps forward to pull the North Stygian Snow that almost fell down the mountain, and at the same time grabbed the big tree on the side with his left hand, the mountain shook did not last long, after a few breaths, Feng Wentian and the North Stygian Snow were stunned to see that the mountain was pierced by those human-shaped apertures.

"This is the power of the Bow Green Strike." A minute later, Feng Wentian woke up like a big dream, and Yan Qiusheng's attack was comparable to Gonggong (Gonggong angrily touched Zhou Mountain).

"Master, how did you do that?" Feng Wentian felt that he was burning blood, and he couldn't wait to cultivate, but as everyone knows, he erected an image in Bei Mingxue's heart—a martial idiot.