The residual leaves are mottled, the birds in the forest are stealing, the breeze is blowing, the drizzle is falling, looking to the south, it is mostly sad.

Back Mountain.

A young man stands in the breeze and drizzle, his eyes merging into the mist in the distance, and the mist is enveloped, leading people to reverie.

The sleeves of the young man were soaked by the silent drizzle, and a hint of coolness spread throughout his body.

"Hey, my clothes are wet," the boy twisted his sleeves, and the rain rippled as it fell to the ground.

This young man is sorrowful, because yesterday in the ring, with superb fighting skills and skillful use of spiritual determination, defeated Zhidong, who is one level higher than his own realm, there are constantly people looking for a place to live, asking for advice on this and that.

I couldn't be annoyed by my sorrow, so I hid in the back mountain early in the morning, and it didn't take long for a light rain to fall.

"Drink!"

As the voice fell, the spirit in the Sorrowful Dantian began to get excited, and a trace of wind attribute rushed out of the spirit group, revolving around the body.

Ugh.

A drop of rain ran down the tip of his hair and pinned to the fire fan behind him, making a clattering sound.

"Dry your clothes first"

He shook his hair and sat down on a flat rock.

"The spirit of the wind, surround your body!"

As the words fell, the just subtle wind attribute became like a river, and all the wind attributes in the four groups of spirits were released, and the wind attribute rotated rapidly around the sorrow, and before the rain touched the edge of the wind attribute surrounding, it turned into a cloud of mist.

"Hey, the rain is blocked, but the wind is blowing cold," he said to himself helplessly, and his heart suddenly flashed and he took out a fan.

"Huo Ling Fan, I didn't expect you to play so much, haha. Looking at the fan in his hand, a warmth spread from the palm of his hand to his whole body.

Sorrow slowly opened the fire fan in his hand and put it on the flat stone in front of him, the dampness on the stone was dried instantly, the flames jumped wantonly on the fan surface, the fire shone on the body, a warmth came to his face, and the clothes on his body were also steaming.

"I'm cultivating here today, and I won't be quiet when I go back" The young man already had a plan in his heart.

After yesterday's fierce battle, there was already a feeling that I was about to break through to the Folding Wind Realm.

In the Wind Folding Realm, all attacks or spirit duels and martial arts that use the Wind Position Spirit have two attacks, and if they don't hit the first time, they will turn back and attack again. If the target is hit the first time, it will slow its target.

Cultivation is nothing more than constantly absorbing the energy of nature to strengthen oneself, different energies have different characteristics, and the energies are strong and weak, but there is no strongest or weakest.

Time passed little by little, and a Ziyang fell from the cyan wind attribute energy in front of him.

......

Bang.

In the distance, a piece of dark clouds converged, lightning and thunder at the intersection, lightning slammed to the ground with teeth and claws, suddenly, the lightning seemed to be choked by the neck, and the other half disappeared directly into the air, and the moment it disappeared, it seemed that there was a figure standing there.

The drizzle suddenly seemed to change its face, and the raindrops the size of beans dripped on the wind spirit that was tormenting all over the body, making a "crackling" sound.

"It's so hot," he looked at the rainstorm outside, wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.

If it weren't for the wind all over the body, this Huo Ling Fan would definitely be able to faint the sorrowful heat.

"Alas, I don't know how many Ziyangs there are after cultivating in the Wind Folding Realm" I picked up the seven Ziyangs on the ground and thought in my heart.

"But ......" touched the prayer bag in his arms sadly, and the last time he won 80,000 Ziyang at the Dream City Theater, he was still lying quietly inside.

Except for the people present at the time, these 80,000 Ziyang didn't tell anyone else, and Uncle Teng also kept this secret, after all, it was the first time to earn money on his own, and the money was naturally kept at his disposal.

Looking at the heavy rain outside, the sound of rattling is endless.

Fold Chou picked up the Huo Ling Fan on the ground, thinking to himself, "It would be nice if this fire could be controlled a little smaller" After closing the Huo Ling Fan, the wind blowing out of the Wind Spirit around him was much gentler and gentler than just now.

"There is an upper limit to the cultivation of the mental method, what about the spirit......" Sadly touched his abdomen, thinking about something suspiciously.

There is no limit to the ascension of the spirit, but it is necessary to use the spirit in the dantian to the depletion before there is a chance to break through to the next level, usually this is a very tiring thing, breaking through the limit again and again, not everyone can easily stick to it.

......

Orizu, in front of a house to the east.

"Sorrowful Brother"

"Brother Sorrow"

"Second Young Master"

"Let's go in"

"It's raining so hard outside, so let's take shelter from the rain!"

A large group of young people who came to the fold clan to cultivate, holding umbrellas, stood in the sorrowful residence and shouted.

Hearing the sound, Zhi Xiaoya, who was not far away, hurried over, looking at a large group of people here asking to see the sad side, and there was a little indescribable feeling in his heart.

"Everyone!" Zhi Xiaoya shouted at the top of his voice.

The teenagers standing in front of them all turned sideways and looked at the position where they were shouting.

"This is Brother Chou's follower..."

"Oh, isn't this the person who has been cultivating for a long time and can't even enter the paper realm?"

"Don't be foolish, it's the people around Brother Sorrow"

"Yes, yes, let him knock on the door, Brother Chou will definitely open the door"

Looking at the group of people with different opinions in front of him, Xiao Ya's face was a little angry, and the hand holding the oil-paper umbrella trembled slightly due to excessive force.

"Have you said enough! If you don't say enough, keep talking, and if you say enough, get out!"

Everyone looked at the angry Zhe Xiaoya in front of them, quieted down, and a rather delicate young man stood up.

"Zhe Xiaoya, I apologize to you for what they said to you just now. The young man paused and continued: "We just want to ask Brother Chou a few questions, and we don't want to offend you, and I also ask Brother Xiaoya to calm his anger."

Hearing this, Xiaoya's mood calmed down a little.

"Peng Ze, you let them go back, Brother Chou is not in the room"

"This ......"

"It's raining so hard, where is it not in the room?"

"Yes, no one in the cultivation room is either"

"Let's go, since Brother Xiaoya said that he was not there, and there really seems to be no one in the room, let's come back another day. Peng Ze said.

“......”

"Uh, okay then. ”

"Let's go, if you want to become stronger, you have to work hard yourself"

......

Tick tock.

Rainwater dripped on the open ground, and the stagnant water became cloudy and yellow due to the movement of the crowd.

A young man was still standing in place, looking preoccupied, looking at the mountain behind him, the mountain was foggy, and the outline of the mountain could probably be seen in the blur.

"Alas, I don't have the strength, and I can't refute it if I am mocked" The young man sighed in his heart and walked in the direction of the back mountain.

In a moment, a winding dirt path appeared in front of the boy.

The boy carefully stepped on the mud leading to the back mountain, but no matter how careful he was, mud still splashed on his shoes.

At the end of the muddy path, the young man's back gradually blurred, the dark clouds in the sky gradually faded away, and a ray of sunlight stretched the young man's figure longer and longer.

......

"After the rain, the sky is clear, hey, what about the rainbow?" After Sorrow collected the Wind Spirit into the dantian, he didn't think about whether the Spirit had an upper limit on cultivation.

"What are you looking for, Brother Sorrow" The voice of the young man in the distance came.

"Xiaoya, you're here, I see that the sky is clear, see if there is a rainbow in the sky" I looked at the young man who came over sadly, waved his hand and said.

"Uh...... You're so elegant."

Xiao Ya patted the mud attached to his trouser legs and leaned his umbrella against the stone beside him.

"Are those people still looking for me?"

"What do you say, yesterday you were so high-spirited and defeated the object of their worship, you will be annoyed in the future, haha. Xiao Ya said with a smile.

"This ......"

............

After yesterday's war, Sorrow is considered a celebrity among the younger generation of the Folded people, but as the saying goes, people are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong.

After a heavy rain, the air is filled with the smell of earth, the yellowing leaves of the trees are crumbling on the branches, and flocks of birds are chasing and playing in the mountain forest.

"Gollum"

A cryptic voice came out.

He touched his stomach and said with a wry smile, "I'm starving, I didn't eat two meals in order to avoid them!"

"Hehe, Brother Chou, look what this ......" Xiao Ya said, taking out a small bag of things from his arms.

"Roar, you are worthy of being a leisurely and elegant person like me!" said sadly and excitedly.

The sun shines on the smiling faces of the two, and this feeling of 'smelling alike' is really good.