Feng Yi and Fu Xi went down the mountain together, rushed to the bank of the Wujiang River, and led Bai Guanghu to a big boat leaning on the ferry.

The river is slightly sick, but it is still warm at first cold.

The river breeze blew head-on, causing the two of them to fly their clothes, and also blowing away the reluctance and sorrow of parting.

Ten zhang away from the ferry, a small boat is lonely on the river, with the ups and downs of the wind and waves.

A penny, a slur, a lily and a lias.

One zhang of silk and one inch of hook, one person fishing alone in the spring river.

The thin bamboo rod droops slightly, and the angler's hand holding the rod is extremely stable, and it has a relaxed and freehand style.

On the ground, the man's right hand was slightly tightened, and the fishing rod was raised, which was drawn into a curve like a bow, and the fishing wire was instantly tightened, and a half-pound carp had been hooked by the fishing hook, revealing the water, making a snapping sound, and dying and struggling.

The man was not in a hurry to return to the rod to collect the fish, but sat there in great silence and watched the fish struggle on the hook, as silent as the abyssal sea, as silent and calm as a stone statue carved out of granite.

Jiang Taigong's fishing is politics, and Zhuangzi's fishing is freedom, and this person's fishing is undoubtedly dangerous and cold!

With the usual master of Fu Xi, he couldn't help but look at the angler vigilantly for a long time, and some unexpectedly found a trace of familiarity.

It's him?

Impossible.

Fu Xi shook his head, denying his inner thoughts.

This scene also attracted Feng Yi's attention, and Fu Xi's stop and surprise made him feel that this person was extraordinary.

At this moment, an unusually strong sense of danger surged into her heart, and Fu Xi, who had practiced the "Separation of Water Heart Technique" since childhood, had given her supernatural divine senses, and now it was sounding the alarm to her.

Fu Xi knew very well what was going to happen, and every time danger approached, her divine sense would be the first to give birth to a sense.

So, reflexively, he looked back and turned his sharp gaze to the ferry to search, as if something terrible was waiting ahead.

Sure enough, I saw that on the gorgeous and exquisite pleasure boat at the ferry, the hatch happened to open at this time, and Zhao Zhen, the Holy Monarch of the Fire Wheel Sect, and the two major guardian envoys Xiang Liao and Centripetal walked to the bow deck of the ship one after another, and looked at Feng Yi and Fu Xi calmly.

Although the two sides did not fight, but each has its own demeanor and momentum, the atmosphere of the ferry suddenly became tense, full of confrontation between the two armies, and the pressing atmosphere before the mountain rain was coming, which made people feel dangerous.

I saw that Zhao Zhen was thirty years old, eight feet tall, like a pine and cypress, with a handsome face, cold eyes, a thick black and elegant mustache on his lips, and a chic and elegant noble temperament exuded from his whole body.

As soon as he came out, he calmly looked at the seal ten zhang away, and his eyes flashed with lightning in anticipation, and he had a spirit of looking down on the world and the demeanor of a king, and only after a while did he turn his head to stare at Fu Xi, his eyes became sharper and shining, and said: "Fairy Fu Xi is not harmed, this holy monarch has been here for a long time." ”

Fu Xi's expression was calm, clear to the point that he did not contain any impurities, and his unfathomable clear and beautiful eyes did not let him meet Li Xian's sharp gaze at all, without the slightest fear of retreating, and said: "Fu Xi is really honored, he is so tired that your teachers and laborers are chasing after them, thank you Shengjun for looking up to Fu Xi so much." It's just that the Holy Monarch is bent on putting me to death and then hurrying away, but God will not fulfill people's wishes, and Fu Xi will not die in a big disaster, for fear that the Holy Monarch will be disappointed. Now, Fu Xi has a companion, and it is only a river away from Langzhong, is the Holy Monarch still not giving up?"

"Although it is said that when you get to Langzhong, you will reach the range of Daozun Shu Mountain, but Wujiang may not be better. Zhao Zhen's expression did not show half of his emotions, his tone was relaxed and calm, and he said lightly: "Looking at your complexion, the poor Gu of Liujia must have been solved, but it is a pity that your realm strength is still only five or six percent of its heyday, and it may not be easy to cross the river safely." ”

Fu Xi clearly sensed that the qi in Zhao Zhen's body fluctuated strongly, obviously with the intention of making a move, but for some reason he couldn't help it.

"Isn't it embarrassing for so many people to bully a woman?" Feng Yi interjected angrily.

Zhao Zhen's eyes turned to Feng Yi's face, staring at him for a moment, as if Feng Yi was the only thing in the world that could make him feel ornamental, and said leisurely: "Fu Yin Nian Master Feng Yi, right?"

Regarding Feng Yi's identity and strength, he knew one or two from the mouth of the seriously injured Yi Jianmei, and his origin and intentions were like a mystery that puzzled him, and he desperately wanted to figure it out.

Feng Yi felt that his qi was completely locked in him, but he still said lightly: "Yes, it's me." ”

Zhao Zhen's cold eyes changed, and he immediately shot out a blade-like gaze, and snorted aggressively: "Your Excellency dares to be the enemy of this sect, and it must be the disciple of one of the four major lords of Tang, Pei, Cui, and Xue today, or the disciple of Shushan Xuanyuan and Momen Juzi. Even so, what is it? Have you not thought clearly about the consequences of such unwarranted meddling?"

After the family of the gate valve who was famous in the government and the opposition was suppressed by Taizong and the empress with the imperial examination system, although the "five hopes and seven surnames" have gradually died out or weakened, the remaining Tang, Pei, Cui, and Xue four major gate valve forces are after all the family of thousands of generations, and the profound heritage is incomparable.

Not to mention Shushan and Momen, the world knows that the former is the supreme Taoist and the latter is the Moxia regimental camp, both with the purpose of supporting justice.

Feng Yi's eyes shot a fearless light, and the momentum was not weak against the other party, and he replied proudly: "No temptation, to tell you the truth, I have no sect, no background, just a fledgling mountain and wild langzhong, believe it or not." As for meddling in the affairs of your religion and the imperial court, I'm sorry. As the saying goes, the heart of the doctor's parents, the doctor, the country, and the society are the wishes of life. How can I stand idly by and watch the evil cult that is the enemy of the country and puts all the people in danger of fire and water? ”

The two of them had sharp edges in their eyes, equivalent to divine blades, clashing in the void.

"What a sharp-toothed and sharp-mouthed healer guard!" Zhao Zhen's eyes struck, obviously moved by Feng Yi's words, and said in a deep voice: "Don't you really know how the word 'death' is written?"

Feng Yi shrugged his shoulders and didn't refute him, not only did he not show the slightest mind, but he also seemed to have heard the funniest thing, but this reaction was more powerful than any words of counterattack.

No one knows how to live to "death" better than him, and no one has ever been closer to death.

Say "die" in front of him, aren't you making a big axe in front of Luban and playing with the door in front of Guan Gong?

The wordless salutation and silent confrontation made Zhao Zhen instantly annoyed and angry, and said: "Killing one is killing, killing two is also killing, what's the harm of killing you one more?

"That's a lot of nonsense!"

A word sounded, the waves were intentional, rolling up a thousand heavy snow.

The crowd looked at the angler in amazement.

"Is it a friend or an enemy?" Feng Yi looked at Fu Xi blankly and asked softly.

Fu Xi nodded slightly, a faint wry smile appeared on her face, it was the familiar voice of an old friend, and she had already guessed the origin of this person.

The man still stared intently at the dying fish on the hook, and said unhurriedly: "Although I think your conversation is wonderful, it is a waste of time for you to finish it." ”

Zhao Zhen clearly felt that the strength of the angler's realm should not be underestimated, just like the high and steep mountains that have existed since ancient times, even if they are blown by the wind, it is difficult to shake them.

Zhao Zhen's face tightened, his eyes flashed, and he said, "Forgive Benjun for being clumsy, I don't know which side of the divine drove it?"

"Of course it's your enemy!" the angler snorted coldly, "and still a man who can afford to mess with you." ”

"Trick yourself up, look for death!" Xiang Liao said snappedly.

Feng Yi Dingshen looked at Xiang Liao carefully, and saw that Xiang Liao was tall and thin, with long hands and feet, a fair face, red eyes and brown hair, a thin face and an eagle nose, and a shocking indifference and ruthlessness in his expression.

Xiang Liao's eyes flashed violently, the killing intent was terrifying, and he suddenly let out a fierce roar.

After receiving the order, the eagle's eyes and ears were extremely sharp, and after receiving the order, the eagle's eyes emitted a chilling and fierce light, like a falcon catching a rabbit, waving its wings and diving like lightning, and it was unbelievably striking at the angler.

"Originally, this birdman was Xiangliao. Unexpectedly, the sparrowhawk he domesticated still had the ability to eat and kill humans. Feng Yi said silently in his heart, his hands were naturally behind his back, and he quietly drew talismans, just in case.

"Whoosh!"

Piercing the air.

It's very fast! It's very powerful!

The sparrowhawk flew closer and closer, revealing its pointy and ferocious head.

One foot!

The eagle's beak is wide open, sharp like a sword, and extremely sharp.

The anglers are still standing still, looking laid-back, as if watching a sparrowhawk juggle.

With a flick of his right wrist, the rod was raised upward, and a silk thread shot straight at the sparrowhawk along with the carp on the hook.

As fast as a star, like a thunderbolt.

"Smack!"

The sparrowhawk, which did not have time to make any dodge movements, was hit by the carp on the fishing hook, and blood and feathers were scattered and splashed.

After the sparrowhawk screamed in the air, it suddenly lost its previous arrogance and fell into the river.

The hook and silk line were returned to the river intact.

The strength of the strength and the precision of the technique are enough to prove that this person is a strong cultivator, but his realm level is extremely hidden.

"Sparrowhawk!"

Xiang Liao screamed sadly, this pet beast spirit he has domesticated for seven years, and he has established an incomparably deep relationship.

Feng Yi was happy, raised his eyebrows and said, "I should have died a long time ago!"

Fu Xi, who was on the side, glanced at Feng Yi's side face, and felt the change in the other party's breath, and the corners of his lips raised a beautiful arc.

"No matter who you are, today I will let you break your body into ten thousand pieces and bury Sparrowhawk!"

Xiang Liao's eyes shot a look of resentment and resentment, obviously the other party's shooting of the sparrowhawk had provoked him to be furious and distracted.

The angler still stood still, his expression was leisurely and freehand, as if he was appreciating Xiang Liao's performance juggling, and said lightly: "Dapeng Black Feather Skill stops at this?"

Humiliation, naked humiliation!

Xiang Liao, of course, couldn't bear it, roared angrily, his eyes seemed to erupt flames, he jumped up, rose a few inches from the ground, and instantly crossed the bow of the boat, and reached the sky above the angler's boat.

Almost at the same time, the one-foot-long five-foot-long Star Vein Silver Spear was already in his hand like a spiritual snake, and then with a shake of his right hand, a star-like white light shot straight towards the angler's head.

Feng Yi's eyes lit up, he knew the mysterious legend of the Yu Clan.

Legend has it that the phoenix is intertwined in heaven and earth, and there are two sons of peacock and Dapeng, and they settle in Gushu Mountain, and the south and north fairy caves are divided into two clans, and since then the feather clan has multiplied in the world.

The Yu clan reveres the moon god, cultivates the power of the moon, obtains the creation of heaven and earth, is similar to the human body, and gives birth to wings on its back.

Peacocks give birth to blue-green golden feathers, and Dapeng gives birth to black and white gold feathers, all skin is like ice and snow, Nao is about to be a virgin, riding the clouds, negative blue sky, good at stabbing guns, flying arrows, flying birds, driving beasts, all kinds of demon clans in the world are worshipped, and then unify the demon clan.

Therefore, the Yu clan is also known as the demon emperor noble.

However, one mountain could not accommodate two tigers, and the peacocks and Dapeng within the Yu clan launched a fierce and long century battle in order to compete for the position of the demon emperor.

In the end, the Peacock King defeated the Dapeng King, ushered in the exclusive "Peacock Dynasty", and ruled the Yu clan and even the entire demon clan for thousands of years.

In ancient times, the Dapeng King Xiangliu had two hearts and did not want to submit to the Peacock King forever, so he took advantage of the retreat of the Feather Emperor Kong Xuan to practice, and quietly accepted the invitation and bewitchment of the leader of Jiuli, Chiyou, and then worshipped him and became one of his seventy-two brothers, and then led the 30,000 Dapeng Yu people to participate in the battle against the Yellow Emperor.

Xiangliu and his clan succeeded in the first battle, and the Dapeng Yu clan instantly became famous. However, the good times did not last long, the two sides went through three years and nine battles, and finally Xiangliu was killed by the Yellow Emperor's fierce general Fei Lian in the wind and rain mist array in the field of Zhuolu, Chi You was also defeated and died, and the remnants of the feather people fled back to Gushu Mountain.

Half a year later, under the order of the Yellow Emperor, Fei Lian led the forces of the Terran and launched a siege and extermination war against the Yu tribe at the same time.

At this time, the feather emperor Kong Xuan happened to be out of the customs, after understanding the cause and effect, in order to resolve the battle of life and death between the human race and the feather clan, he first apologized to the Yellow Emperor, and then punished the feather people of the Dapeng clan, and declared that the entire feather clan has been exiled from the Three Realms since then, and the collective has been sealed in the fourth space "Infernal Affairs" forever, so as to seek peace and tranquility.

Since then, there have been no demon emperors and nobles in the world.

Feng Yi's eyes lit up, he didn't expect that the descendants of the Dapeng Yu clan and their spear magic skills, which had been hidden for thousands of years, would be lucky enough to see them today.

The nine-section chain gun and moves that Xiang Liao rushed to attack just confirmed the historical records, and it was the "Star Vein Silver Spear" that was cultivated by the Black Golden Feather of the Dapeng King, which was divided into five moves according to its gun momentum, and each move was infinitely variable and powerful.

Feng Yi calmly watched the Skynet Spear Array that had driven countless Heaven and Earth Vitality coming like a starlight, and knew that this was a move that was famous for its terrifying spear formation.

"Star Shuttle"!

As fast as a meteor, there are no tricks, only the power of heaven and earth.

Its speed was even more astonishing, almost as soon as he pointed the vein spear at the angler, and the power of the spear had already reached the angler's head.

The most powerful thing is that there is no sound of any strength breaking through the sky, but the strong true vitality is like a huge wave with the head of the nine-section chain gun, hitting the angler hard, making it impossible for the angler to avoid it.

Marksmanship has been practiced to such a realm, as if it is a living spiritual thing, and it has indeed reached the level of supernatural perfection.

"Star Vein Silver Gun, this move is not lazy!"

The angler was a little surprised and said, "This is like a character!"

As he spoke, the fishing rod in his hand was raised again, and the hook on the silk line broke through the water, as if it was slow, and at an extremely beautiful and calm angle, he met Xiangliao's star vein silver spear.

"Bang!"

The energy emitted by the hook and the gun crashed in the air.

The long fishing line on the fishing rod in the angler's hand has been broken, and only half of the rod remains, and the lonely boat he is sitting on has also swayed a few times.

Xiang Liao was rebounded by the opponent's strength, and then spun it away with his strength and flew diagonally into the air.

As soon as he made contact, Xiang Liao immediately felt that he couldn't breathe, his heart palpitated, and his whole body seemed to soften, and he finally knew the true identity of this lonely boat passenger who was fishing alone in the gorge river.

- Xiajiang Tangmen!