"Ah, you're here."

A lazy voice sounded overhead, and the ink monkey looked up from the offering table to see a man lying on a high beam overhead.

The man turned over lazily, and the colorful feathers on his body fell down with the long fire-colored hair, each of which shimmered layer upon layer, complicated and gorgeous without showing tacky, and instantly compared to Feng Junxi, the "colorful ostrich".

Lowering his head and seeing the ink monkey looking at him with dripping eyes, with a spirit fruit seed at the corner of his mouth, he said "Huh", "That little monkey, where have we seen it?" ”

No matter how you hear this, it's like a romantic genius talking to a beauty.

The ink monkey pursed his lips.

There is a saying that since ancient times, the phoenix god has become a beauty.

The Tianhuang clan and the phoenix god clan are of the same origin, and they are not ugly.

The young man in front of him, who looked like Twenty Lang Dang, looked a few years younger than Feng Junxi, and was better looking than all the Tianhuang Clan he had ever seen.

But......

In terms of Junyi, he is not as good as Zi Yunchen.

In terms of stunning, he is not as good as Ling Kun.

In terms of ethereal, he is not as good as Leng Yuyu.

I don't know if he has lived too long, or for some reason, his facial features are deep, but he is not as ruthless as Feng Junxi looks.

Well, in terms of coldness, he is not as good as Feng Junxi.

The ink monkey lost interest in him, picked up a spirit fruit and put it to his mouth and clicked and bited: "I haven't seen you, squeak." ”

"Didn't you?" He raised his head, and looked at the ink monkey with a pair of unwavering phoenix eyes, as if he was recalling something, "But the deity remembers, it seems that many years ago, I saw a little broken monkey like you who hated it, and he chattered all day long, did the deity remember wrong?" ”

The ink monkey disdainfully: "Don't just see a kitten or dog on the side of the road and think it's a master, okay?" ”

The man poked his head out from above the beam, and there was a row of nine feathers stuck above his head, just nine colors of the nine attributes, swaying slightly with his movements.

After carefully looking at the ink monkey for a long time, a feather extended from the top of its head, and wrapped its body in an instant, rolling it into the air, under the man's line of sight.

The ink monkey is not afraid, and swings along his feathers.

"This breath is a bit similar, but it's not quite like it, hey, how can you have the blood of a divine beast on your body? The deity doesn't remember it...... "The man fell into the memory again," and waited for the deity to think about it. ”

Feng Junxi was completely stunned.

What's going on?

Xiao Jinpeng, who got up from outside the door with a gray face and a gray face, was also at a loss.

Only the ink monkey, still nonchalant, continued to swing.

Yu Qian didn't know if it was his own fetal feathers or what material it was refined, but it could be extended at will, and when it swung down, Yu Qian fell down, and when it swung up, Yu Qian shrank up.

The ink monkey was so happy that he completely forgot about the phoenix god egg in the offering plate.

However, the heart of the phoenix god egg is bigger than it, and it is sleeping at this moment.

Suddenly, the man thought of something, raised his hand and patted it on the beam: "The deity remembered, what do you have to do with the little monkey who hates Xiaoyao?" ”

Burst!

The ink monkey fell to the ground with a butt.

It raised its face, showing a rare hint of surprise: "Do you know Hate Xiaoyao?" You are...... Let me think about it. Ye was in his mother's womb at that time, and his memory was not very clear, squeaky. ”

The man's gaze fell on its body, becoming a little subtle: "The deity Feng Zhentian." ”

Burst!

The ink monkey fell to the ground again, and all the spirit fruits that had not been swallowed spurted out.

"Feng Zhentian? You turned out to be Feng Zhentian? You are an old immortal, didn't you soar in front of hatred? ”

At the mention of the three words Feng Zhentian, all the memories came flooding back.

The rival who hates Xiaoyao is not Ling Kun, nor is it anyone else, but the Feng Zhentian in front of him!

The master in front of him is not a peaceful master, turning over the river and the sea, going to heaven and earth, and his achievements are enough to be as famous as hate.

Hate Xiaoyao seems to be competing with him, and he has done the ten ancient clans.

I originally hated Xiaoyao to press him, but when it came to the ascension, he was caught up by him one step earlier, and I always regretted it.

Thinking of the gray hair when he was flying away, and the person in front of him who is still in his early twenties to this day, the ink monkey stammered rarely: "You, you, you...... You're not going to run back again, are you? ”

"The deity achieved the body of a true immortal, embarked on the path of ascension, and when I passed the gate of heaven, I felt that something had been dropped, and I came back." Feng Zhentian was lying on the beam, looking a little embarrassed, "The deity lies here every day and thinks, what did it fall off?" Didn't come up with it until now. ”

Ink Monkey: "......"

No wonder it couldn't detect him, it turned out to be a true immortal body!

Although True Immortal and Martial Immortal both have immortal characters, they are very different.

The Martial Immortal is still the body of a mortal, while the True Immortal belongs to the ranks of the Immortals, and all the regulations of the mortal realm can no longer restrain him.

But......

The ink monkey licked his paws, hating Xiaoyao to know that he ran back, would he raise his eyebrows? Or do you run back depressed and fight him for another 300 rounds?

Feng Junxi watched in confusion throughout the whole process, as Feng Zhentian and the ink monkey confessed.

From the memory he had, he knew that there was an uncle in the clan who had never been a councilor.

The entire Tianhuang clan, regardless of men, women, young and old, all call him Uncle Ancestor.

No one in the clan knew where he came from, and no one knew how old he was, only that he slept on the beam of the ancestral hall every day.

Others retreat is retreat, but others retreat is sleeping on a beam.

Sometimes I slept for ten days and a half months, and sometimes I slept for ten or eight years.

Each generation of patriarchs will come to him if they encounter something big that is difficult to solve.

When he's not sleeping and he's in a good mood, he'll help out.

However, many people in the clan did not know about his existence, and some people knew about it but did not take it to heart, thinking that he was just an idle young man.

Now, he knew that this was a true immortal!

There is a true immortal in the Tianhuang clan lying on the beam, and no one even knows!

Feng Zhentian looked at the ink monkey, the feathers on his head shook slightly with the movement, and then rolled the ink monkey again: "The deity is wondering, will the things that fell have something to do with you?" ”

The ink monkey uncharacteristically hugged Feng Zhentian's Ling Yu: "No, this benevolent brother, what you have a grudge against is hatred, he has already soared, what is there to find him!" It has nothing to do with Ye, Ye was still in his mother's womb at that time. ”

Feng Zhentian sat up lazily from the beam.

I don't know how many years he has slept with the 10,000-year-old sycamore wood, reflecting his handsome facial features, there is a different style, "The deity is not that stingy man, and I haven't cared about him, what are you looking for him?" ”

The ink monkey rolled his eyes: "Then what does it have to do with what you drop?" ”

Feng Zhentian's phoenix eyes swept away: "Your master is the pure bloodline of the Phoenix God Clan?" ”

As the most clever monkey in the sky and on the earth, the ink monkey immediately became vigilant: "What do you mean? ”

Mao Dun Literature