Feng Ming set aside the people who ate melons and saw the list on the wall, rows of golden fonts jumping back and forth, and there were dense names on them.

There are rankings of pro-disciples, rankings of core disciples, as well as talent rankings and comprehensive rankings. The list changes from time to time, and all the top ten disciples on each list will have corresponding rewards.

Feng Ming was not interested in this ranking, but he still couldn't help but look at it for a long time, and seeing that Qianqin and Xia Qiuchuan were both in the top three hundred core disciples, Feng Ming felt inexplicably irritable, because he didn't find that familiar name.

Silently withdrawing from the crowd, Feng Ming was a little lost for a while, he had been here for more than a month, but he found that he was very unfamiliar with this. Strange people, strange buildings... The eight peaks of the Qinglan Sect stretch for dozens of miles, and the place where he is only a corner of the Falling Rain Peak, not to mention the other seven peaks, even here I have only been to the area of the Foreign Affairs Academy, and I don't know what happened to the hammer and where they are now.

"Feng Ming, you little bastard, where have you been in the past ten days? Where is Lao Tzu's spirit stone?" Gu Gang walked over with a group of people and scolded violently.

Feng Ming was in a bad mood and didn't bother to take care of him, "Lingshi, didn't you let me take care of Mr. Zhang, how can there be any spirit stone." ”

Gu Gang was furious when he saw his careless attitude, he was expecting to send Feng Ming to the Danfang to help him earn some extra money, but he never thought that all the miscellaneous disciples in the Danfang had not rushed out, and his heart was bleeding when he thought of his twenty spirit stones. He didn't dare to go to Manager Zhang, so he could only settle the account on Feng Ming.

"Danfang, you didn't go to the place to accompany the spirit stone, counting the previous plus interest, a total of thirty yuan, if you can't take it out today, the king of heaven will not be able to save you!" Gu Gang suffered a lot of losses this time, several people arranged were yellow, and a lot of money was owed outside, and now the dog jumped over the wall in a hurry, how could he still have the heart to put a long line to catch a big fish!

Feng Ming secretly sighed that the world was hot and cold, and when he saw that he was useless, he turned his face decisively, "The spirit stone was given by you voluntarily, and I didn't force you, you have to be kind, big brother!"

"Little leg cub, Lao Tzu owes a lot of debts outside and can't wait for three years, if you can't get the spirit stone, Lao Tzu can only sell you to Zhang Lao Jiu!" Gu Gang threatened.

"Your uncle, if you sell your buddy to Widow Zhang, maybe your buddy will think about it, don't bother me here, get out of here!"

"You... You... Beat me, beat me to death!" Gu Gang's face was red and his neck was thick, he had always sealed the inscription as a person, how could he have thought that this kid would dare to talk back and beckon someone to do it directly.

Feng Ming had long wanted to find someone to try his hand, although the people brought by Gu Gang were all fierce and vicious, but Feng Ming was not worried at all, they were all miscellaneous disciples, no matter how strong they were.

Before anyone could react, he had already punched Gu Gang in the face, Gu Gang didn't expect that Feng Ming not only didn't run away, but also attacked him directly. He felt his face burning, and his fat body took a few steps back and forth before he could barely stand still.

"It hurts me, beat me to death... Ahh

"Give it to me!" The crowd attacked, Feng Ming felt that the whole body could not use the inexhaustible strength, he did not use spiritual power, only relied on the body's reaction to shuttle back and forth in the crowd, after the body was tempered, both the reaction and the speed and strength were greatly improved, he shuttled back and forth in the crowd like a shock, fists, elbows, feet, and knees, and brought the hand-to-hand combat skills of the previous life into full play.

The wails were all over the field, and even those disciples of the Psychic Primal Realm couldn't go a few rounds in his hands.

"How is it, the master's combat effectiveness is okay, right?" Feng Ming clapped his hands, turned to Gu Gang and said.

Gu Gang snorted coldly and said, "Isn't the Psychic Primal Realm amazing, since you are looking for death, then don't blame me!"

"Lingyun Fire Sword!" I saw Gu Gang shout, a ball of firelight condensed in mid-air, and the more the firelight gathered, it quickly formed a sword-like form, Gu Gang was sweating profusely, and it was a little reluctant to release the spell with his cultivation, but at this time, he couldn't control so much for the sake of Liwei.

"Die!" Gu Gang's arms sank, the fire sword slashed horizontally, Feng Ming felt a hint of threat, but he didn't dodge, his mind moved, and the aura of his whole body worked quickly, gathering to the three points of Tiantu, Blood Sea, and Tianshu in his palms, only to see that his palms were faintly glowing, and the spiritual energy in the meridians was constantly gathering in Yubi.

"What bullshit fire sword, look at me breaking it!" Although Feng Ming didn't practice magic, he knew a truth, that is, the water was overflowing, and he used his powerful divine sense to control the aura to condense and not emit, although it was not as powerful as the fire sword, but as long as there was more aura gathered, it would not be a problem to break the surface with a point.

"Give it to me!" Feng Ming slapped hard, the aura turned into three streamers and crashed into the fire sword, with a loud bang, Gu Gang spit out a mouthful of blood, he was blown up, although the fire sword was still falling, but the light had dimmed a lot, Feng Ming knew that it had an effect, his divine sense was running wildly, and he slapped more than a dozen palms in one breath, and the fire light in the sky dissipated, and the fire sword disappeared completely.

"How is it possible!" Gu Gang couldn't believe everything in front of him, his own magic had actually been cracked in this way, which subverted his cognition. He had also come from the psychic realm, and although he could release his aura by opening through the acupoint, so what? How could that bit of power break the spell he had worked so hard to cultivate! How powerful would it take for his divine sense to condense his aura to such a point. He looked at Feng Ming like a monster.

"What, don't you think buddy is too handsome, you can't help but want to look at it twice?" Feng Ming is in a good mood, what bullshit spell, buddy will drop ten times with one force, it's a big deal to come a few more times, there is nothing that can't be broken.

If this is known by other monks, he has to die of anger, his body has been tempered by thunder, even a monk in the foundation building period may not be able to compare to him, not to mention his demonic double consciousness body, otherwise who can control the aura to this extent.

"You... Don't come here!I'm wrong, please let me go regardless of the villain!" Gu Gang saw Feng Ming coming over, and kowtowed again and again in fright and begged for mercy.

Feng Ming wanted to teach him a lesson, but his eyes rolled and he immediately thought about it. "Oh, hurry up, weren't we just joking, little brother is here today thanks to your spirit stone, it's too late to thank you, how could I kill you!" Feng Ming strode forward and helped Gu Gang up, "It's not that brother said you, your physique has to lose weight, you see that you are tired like this with only one move, if you have ten or eight more fire swords just now, the little brother can only run away, this is all obesity to cause trouble!" Feng Ming teased.

"You!" Gu Gang spurted out another bloody sword, and his eyes were black and he didn't wake up to the world.

"You must have gotten three highs and forgot to take your medicine, so a few of you came over and carried your boss away. Feng Ming touched Gu Gang's snort, and when he saw that he was still angry, he commanded.

The few people who came with him endured the pain, lifted Gu Gang and were about to leave, they all looked terrified, for fear of offending this killing god again.

"Don't be in a hurry to leave, wait for Gu Gang to wake up, let him come to Yunshan Lake to find me tonight, if he doesn't come, he will bear the consequences!" Feng Ming is not familiar with this life, he needs Gu Gang, a jack-of-all-trades, to be his guide, but he doesn't mind Gu Gang carrying some black cauldron on his back.

"Boom" A lightning bolt pierced the sky, dark clouds were thick, and rain fell from the sky.

Feng Ming was going to go to Yunshan Lake to find Zhang Fan, but the rain was getting more and more urgent, and he happened to pass through Qinglan Town, so he could only find a place to hide from the rain for the time being.

"Fuck off, don't stand here as an eyesore, I didn't see Lao Tzu open the door to do business!" Feng Ming was hiding under the eaves of a shop to avoid the rain at this time, but unexpectedly, a middle-aged man with a full beard walked out and yelled at him with a gloomy face.

Feng Ming smiled, hugged his head and rushed into the rain and ran to the opposite eaves.

"You're in a bad mood at home, and you can't lose your temper with others, young man, come in, it's raining outside, don't catch a cold!" A middle-aged woman walked out of the house, she reprimanded the man, and walked out with an umbrella.

"Don't be angry, young man, this old thing has been in a bad mood lately, he has no ill intentions, come in and take shelter from the rain. "The woman looked to be in her forties, with a short build, and gave the impression of being charitable.

Feng Ming got under the umbrella and said with a smile: "Thank you, auntie, it was my fault just now, and it delayed your business." ”

"Where did the business come from in such a heavy rain, hurry up and sit down, and I'll make you a cup of hot tea." The woman turned and walked into the inner room.

Feng Ming looked at this shop, dozens of square sizes, surrounded by rows of wooden cabinets, which were full of medicinal herbs. The room was a little dark, and there was a strong smell of medicine.

When the man saw Feng Ming coming in, he snorted coldly and turned around to pack up the medicinal herbs, Feng Ming walked to the door, looked at the pouring rain outside, and didn't know what he was thinking.

"Come and have a cup of hot tea, it's rainy in this mountain, and it's easy to get sick if you don't rest and keep warm. The aunt poured a cup of hot tea, and then said, "Young man, which peak are you a disciple of, and how long have you been getting started?"

Feng Ming took a sip of the teacup and said, "I just came here this year, and I was working on the mountain in front. ”

"It's a useless miscellaneous disciple again, it is estimated that he is not as good as Lao Tzu, and he may not be able to eat here in three years. The bearded man's voice came from the darkness, and he learned that Feng Ming was just a handyman who had entered this year, and said sarcastically.

"Old fellow, none of us are from miscellaneous disciples, why do you look down on him?" the woman reprimanded.

"Damn, it has to rain seven times out of ten times, it's fucking unlucky!" At this moment, two men in robes came in from outside the door, and they cursed as soon as they entered the house. The two walked up to Feng Ming, picked up the teacup and drank it in a big gulp.

"Poof... I'm burning to death!" A man picked up a teacup and slammed it on the ground.

"Are you ready, Zhang Bald, the spirit stone, you promised the third master, don't blame our brothers for being polite if you don't have a spirit stone this time!" said a man with a scar on his face.