"I want a complete set of Heaven Rank top exercises, do you have it?" Feng Feiyu said indifferently, looked at the sky casually, and sighed: "I just think that Heaven Rank is fun, and I don't mean anything else!"

Feng Yuanjie: "......!" - "Bang!"

Hua Yiyan: "......!" - "Smack!"

A fist, a palm, at this moment god-like tacit understanding, both slapped on the top of the baby's head who was still looking forward to it.

Feng Feiyu: "......!"

Just kidding, the strongest exercises of the Feng family are just a set of ground-level primary exercises, this guy is obviously provoking trouble, and he has no intention of cultivating at all.

Gongfa, also known as Ding Gong, and because it can be cultivated in different parts, it has a variety of names, and it can also be divided into sixteen levels according to the position of Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang.

The top of the Heavenly Rank is the strongest sixteenth level. The Yellow Rank Elementary is the weakest first level.

Of course, the strength of the exercises is inseparable from the cultivator's cultivation.

Just imagine, if a Ding Emperor-level powerhouse is asked to cultivate a Yellow Rank Elementary Exercise, and a Ding Death Monk to cultivate the Heaven Rank Rank Peak Exercises, the result can be imagined.

Of course, this so-called assumption is simply not valid. Not to mention the rarity of the top-level exercises of the Heavenly Rank, just talking about the possibility that this Ding Emperor powerhouse and Ding pawn might fight against each other is already making people think too much. Emperor Ding, that is the existence of the backhand, subverting heaven and earth. Even if you blow hard, you may blow the pawn away. And against the bomb, I'm afraid it will turn into a madness.

Just kidding, Emperor Ding and Emperor Ding are fighting against each other, either this Ding pawn has a problem with his brain, or Emperor Ding is a stupid hat.

"What do you want?" Feng Yuanjie was about to go berserk, eager to tear this little thing alive. But when he thought of what he said that day, Feng Yuanjie felt that there was cold air behind him.

"I want a lot of things, first of all, a flute that can be played, of course, it would be best if you have a flute!" Feng Feiyu said, and a thousand emotions rose in his heart.

In his previous life, he played the flute three times.

For the first time, he defeated the so-called No. 1 powerhouse, Tuoba Changfeng.

The second time, his subordinates received the tenth disciple Qizi ring.

The third and most tragic time was before his fall.

"Zijie, are you okay, I miss you for the teacher!" Feng Feiyu muttered to the sky.

I don't know how many thousands of miles away, in an attic, a young man who was in retreat, stretched out his hand to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, as if he remembered the old days.

In an instant, his thoughts flew over thousands of rivers and mountains, spanning thousands of years, and returned to his childhood.

"Would you like to worship me as a teacher?" said a middle-aged man, the expression on his face was so solemn.

"Apprentice, meet Master!" As he spoke, some slightly haggard teenagers knelt at the feet of the middle-aged man.

"Haha~haha~" The middle-aged man looked up to the sky and smiled, took out a flute, put it to his mouth, and with the slowly flowing musical notes, the young man's consciousness gradually blurred.

Before closing his eyes, a majestic word sounded in the young man's ears.

"I'm in a good mood today, so I'll compose a song for you - "Elegy for the Breeze"!"

"In this life and this life, your Qizi Ring is the tenth disciple of my Xiao Qingfeng's personal lineage!, do you have any opinions?" the middle-aged man asked.

"Disciple has no opinion!" the young man bowed again.

"Well, very good, your nine senior brothers are not here, you can worship in the sky!" said the middle-aged man, pointing at the sky, and suddenly, nine peerless figures appeared in the sky.

"Senior Brother Qizi Ring to meet all senior brothers!" The young man bowed to the sky, and suddenly the nine major pictures disappeared one after another.

"Master, when will I be able to learn the song "Elegy for the Breegy" you just played?" A look of anticipation appeared in the young man's resolute eyes.

"Huh, do you really want to learn?" the middle-aged man asked, his face unconcealed with joy.

"The disciple really wants to learn!" the young man replied resolutely, making the middle-aged man smile again.

"Then, when your strength reaches the top of the line, I'll teach you!" The middle-aged man smiled lightly and waved his hand.

"Master won't break his promise, right?" the young man asked a little timidly, for fear that the middle-aged man in front of him would break his promise.

"No!" replied the middle-aged man.

"No!"

"No!"

"No!"

Like a kind of contract, that sentence will not be deeply seared in the young man's heart. In the young man's heart, this middle-aged man has become the only person he wants to protect in his heart.

"Master, in the end, you still broke your promise!" the young man wiped his tears and pulled his thoughts back from his memories.

"I've already reached the peak stage, Master, I said okay, I passed the "Elegy for the Breeze", how could you break your word?"

The young man looked at the Shura bead in his hand, and his thoughts recalled again.

"Master, Master, when will I have a practice and magic weapon like Senior Brother's own?" the young man kept pinching the middle-aged man's shirt with both hands, shaking.

"When you grow up and can bear it, I will pass it on to you!" The middle-aged man patted his chest and said in a righteous and awe-inspiring voice.

I don't know how long it took, but the boy had forgotten all about it, but one of them brought up his memories again.

"Zijie!" a young man spoke, calling out to the junior brother in front of him with concern.

"Hmm, big brother, what's wrong?" the young man looked at the visitor with a blank expression.

In my impression, there is only the elder brother, and he doesn't seem to like to talk to people. But this time, the senior brother will actually find himself in person. Really, a very strange big brother. The boy thought to himself.

"Here you go!" As the senior brother spoke, he handed the two things in his hand to the young man. Immediately, before the young man could ask, the voice of the senior brother sounded in his ears.

"This is a Shura bead that Master entrusted me to give you, a Shura bead that my master has refined for you, Master said that his promise back then has been fulfilled!" the young man said with some sadness, implicitly wiping the tears that were about to roll out of the corners of his eyes.

"And that cultivation exercise, Master said that it must be at least a Heavenly Rank Advanced, and it was specially written for you!" the young man said, patting the young man on the shoulder.

"Congratulations to you kid, you have finally officially become the tenth disciple!" After the young man finished speaking, he felt that he was lacking again, and took a deep breath and said, "Master said, that song "Elegy for the Breety" will never have a chance to teach you again!"

The young man was already in tears, and he couldn't stop crying. The young man looked blankly at the elder brother wiping his tears, and the doubts in his heart deepened.

Until the boy heard the sentence: "I don't have a chance to teach you anymore!" only felt lightning and thunder in his head, and his whole body kept twitching. The tears in the corners of his eyes and the blood from biting his tongue merged and rolled down.

"Ahh

"Master—— disciple misses you!"

"Master—— disciple has grown up!"

"Master—— you broke your promise!"

The young man burst into tears, but he didn't expect that the seemingly unsightly exercises in his hands were actually the last memorial left to him by the master.

"Bang!" the boy kowtowed.

"Little junior brother, if you really want to learn the song "Elegy for the Breety", you can come to me at any time, or your second senior brother and third senior brother, this is Master's unique secret method, and only the three of us have inherited it. ”

After the senior brother said this, he looked at the young man on the ground, turned around and left without looking back.

The boy's kneeling is three years.

PS: In order for their master and apprentice to meet as soon as possible, can you give a few recommendation votes?