Who is Feng Zhiyuan?

God?

Not only can they exist in different worlds, but they also have extraordinary identities and achievements.

Zhiyou has only been to two worlds, and he feels that the "shadow" of the name "Fengzhi Yuan" in both worlds is shrouded.

In one world, Feng Zhiyuan is a god, and in another world, as long as it is the place where he has been, it is also an irreplaceable existence.

He seems to have walked very suddenly in this world, and he shouldn't have had time to achieve his original goal.

Otherwise, with his ability, the fairy world may also change his surname to 'wind'.

Maybe if he stays longer, he won't need Feng Lingling's existence.

The meager blood of the Protoss on her body may also be related to Feng Zhiyuan,

It should be easy for him to become a god, but if he changes people, even with the help of Heavenly Dao, the ending will be a mess.

To her, Feng Zhiyuan is a scourge!

He has been plagued since the last world, and he has not let her go until now.

On the surface, it seems that she has been touching the light of the wind and the abyss,

In the original world, because of him, she had an identity that others couldn't ask for, and she stepped on the ladder to the sky steadily.

Although it may not be able to reach the highest place in the end, it at least has the highest starting point.

In this world, because she found one of his swords, Feng Zhiyuan, who didn't know which world she was stirring up the wind and clouds, became her master, saw his secret treasure, got the magic weapon he refined with his own hands, and some exercises that did not live up to the name.

The book originally titled "Fengtian Sword Technique" was especially suitable for her, and now that she has recovered her memory, she has a deeper understanding of the exercises with her previous cultivation experience.

Look, how much benefit she got from Feng Zhiyuan!

Unlike the Dog Heavenly Dao's practice of forcibly stuffing and forcibly taking away, she can't even complain about Feng Zhiyuan with confidence.

Pick up the bowl to eat, put down the bowl and scold the mother, this kind of thing can't be done, but it is inevitable that I feel aggrieved.

She didn't want to eat this bowl of rice!

But you can't spit it out even if you eat it, and even if you spit it out, you've already eaten it......

"Broken!"

Zhiyou was annoyed and embarrassed, and drank angrily, and all the illusions in front of him disappeared.

The Wind God Sect was created by Feng Zhiyuan, and there is his shadow everywhere, as long as Zhiyou thinks of this, he will have confidence.

She seemed to know a little bit more about Feng Zhiyuan all of a sudden, for example, he wasn't a conformist himself, so no matter what he did, he would mix in some little routines.

As long as you ignore those routines, it should be easy to beat the level.

Thinking that Zhi Yuanjian wanted her to go to the temple to pray after she successfully broke through, Zhiyou suddenly had a strange idea.

The last of the exercises collected from Feng Zhiyuan is called 'Please God', and it is said that as long as you practice at home, you can invite almost whoever you want.

Of course, the premise is that the person you want to invite really exists.

Is the Fengzhiyuan deity a god?

Zhiyou couldn't be sure, but she decided to think about 'please God' to see if she could bring the great god back, and she had some doubts that he needed to answer.

After confirming that he had a relationship with this great god, Zhiyou had a faint premonition.

Feng Zhiyuan's unscrupulous behavior is afraid that it is a lot of rebellious actions, he himself seems to be unconstrained by cause and effect, but the pot may not fall on someone else's head!

There is a saying that the father pays the debt of the son,

Feng Zhiyuan is not her father, but people used to be her ancestors, and they are much heavier than her father who has never seen her.

Now it's her master again, and the weight is basically the same as her father, so ......

The more you think about it, the worse it becomes, and in the second level, it is full of murderous spirits, and people block the killing god and the killing god.

No matter who appeared in front of her, it didn't make her frown.

Then came the third and fourth levels......

There are many tricks and deep routines, but as long as you don't follow the routines, you won't be sad.

After eight levels, a towering golden pagoda suddenly appeared in front of me.

There is a huge plaque in front of the tower, which is written in detail about the precautions for entering the tower.

The tower is ninety-nine floors high, and each floor has a murderous monster, and only by defeating the monster can you enter the next floor, and you can get a magic weapon from the monster's corpse to help you break through the level.

Only by breaking through to the ninety-ninth floor and killing the last and most powerful monster can you get the rune to enter the temple.

Ordinary people will definitely think about how to enter the tower, how to climb to the top of the tower to get the rune after layers of tests,

Zhiyou just rolled his eyes, silently recited the True Heart Method and shouted 'Break', and the golden pagoda began to collapse layer by layer from the top, and soon became a pile of ruins, and then disappeared cleanly in a blink of an eye.

With such a simple and crude way to break through the level, the elders of the Kamikaze Sect who were snooping in the shadows were already stunned.

"Who leaked the way to break through?"

After coming back to their senses for a while, they questioned each other.

Since the establishment of the Wind God Sect, no one has been able to successfully break through the level before they know the method of breaking through.

Even the most powerful interlocutors will fold in the last layer of the Golden Tower.

You are strong, and the monsters inside are stronger,

No, it can't be said to be a monster, the Golden Pagoda can be called the base camp of fierce beasts, demon beasts, demonic beasts, and divine beasts.

But whoever can be named, there are all in it, I heard that the last layer is the first divine beast in ancient times, the candle dragon,

Green Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, Xuanwu and the like are also available.

Not to mention that it is just a monk, even if you call the immortal saint, you may not be able to break through.

The existence of the Golden Pagoda is not a secret, so no one wants to come back to die for many years.

Each selection of the Wind God Sect has a different degree of danger, and unless the interlocutor leaves halfway, there is no return.

The temptation of the temple is great, and legend has it that as long as you successfully enter the temple and pray to the god of wind, even if you want to become a god, you can get what you want.

So at the beginning, there were as many people as people crossing the river.

Now, there was only one little girl who looked to be only seven or eight years old.

And this little girl came over easily, which is really unbelievable.

One of the elders said slowly: "Just look at whether the temple shows up or not." ”

Those who know the method of breaking through the level successfully, the temple will not appear, and their most senior elders and the deputy sect masters and sect masters above are among them.

"The temple has appeared!"

The other elder burst into tears, his expression looking a little strange, and he didn't know whether he was excited or envious.

A certain elder said with a calm face: "Who is this child?" ”

In the past, regardless of the human world or the cultivation realm, the best disciples have always come from the Feng family, but they don't look like the Feng family.

The eldest exclaimed excitedly: "Don't care who she is, the old man will definitely accept her as a closed disciple!" Don't rob the old man, otherwise the old man will turn his face! ”

"Is it your turn?"

One of the elders pursed his lips and motioned for him to look somewhere.

The Deputy Sect Master and Sect Master of the Wind God Sect were coming together, both with a smile on their faces that was bound to win.