Chapter Ninety-Eight: Where to Stand

Feng Zi said indifferently: "I understand." ”

Zhang Qiankun originally wanted to continue to make mockery, but when he heard Feng Zi's brainless words, he suddenly wondered: "What do you understand?"

Feng Zi glanced at him coldly.

"It's just a boring power struggle. ”

"I'm not interested in your Sword Gate's private affairs, but I don't want to be involved in you either. ”

This statement is so clear and straightforward, penetrating people's hearts, making Zhang Qiankun's old face blue and red, and he was at a loss for a while.

The exchange of power and interests has always been a secret means of each other, and few people have taken it to the fore, Feng Zi does not pay attention to the rules and plays cards, which directly interrupted his train of thought.

Zhang Qiankun has never met such a person.

He had a dark face and glared at Feng Zi deadly: "Huangkou Xiaoer, the old man doesn't know what nonsense you are talking about!"

Feng Zi flicked his fingers and said contemptuously: "Then you are old and confused, you should put down your duties and go back to recuperate." ”

Zhang Qiankun blew his beard angrily and glared, slapped the table suddenly, stood up, and pointed at Feng Zi: "It seems that you are disrespectful, I will educate you well instead of your parents!"

Elder Zhan Yue sensed that the atmosphere was not right, and was about to get up, but he never thought that Zhang Qiankun would be uncharacteristically angry on the spot and rush directly in front of Feng Zi.

The dazzling white light in Zhang Qiankun's iron fists flickered, smashing towards Feng Zi's head.

Zhan Yue's face was shocked, but he didn't have time to rescue: "Oops! He's going to be ruthless! If this young man is beaten to be mentally retarded, my promotion capital will be gone!"

But Feng Zi faced the heavy punch that flashed with light, and instead of retreating, he advanced, with a playful look in his eyes: "Light attribute martial artists are very rare." ”

Feng Zi blew lightly, the light on Zhang Qiankun's fist suddenly dissipated, and the menacing fist was also blown away, and the offensive was all annihilated and turned into nothingness.

Feng Zi is now cultivating to the innate [psychic] realm, and he can control the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi at will, except for flying in the sky, it can have a crushing effect on any acquired martial artist.

Zhang Qiankun froze in place, looking at his hands blankly: "What's the matter? How can my martial arts fail?"

A trace of coldness appeared in the corner of Feng Zi's eyes, no matter whether this person lost his mind or not, he just slapped it more than ten zhang away with just a light palm.

Zhang Qiankun was dragged by an irresistible force, rolling on the ground continuously, like ploughing, smashing the hard stone slabs to the ground.

Ao Mingzhu looked at Feng Zi in confusion and asked a question that made the two elders present feel creepy:

"Why didn't you kill him?"

"He's dead. ”

After Feng Zi passed the news to Ao Mingzhu with the soul chain, he glanced at Zhang Qiankun with pity.

This move is called "Jiuyang Burning Heart Palm".

There is a latent Extreme Yang Qi in the body of the person who is in the palm of the hand, and there is no clue to be seen except for external injuries on weekdays, but this Extreme Yang Energy will imperceptibly change the nature of the True Qi.

After three months, the person who is in the palm will spontaneously combust his true qi, and there will be no place to bury him.

Burst!

Zhang Qiankun spat out a mouthful of blood violently, and couldn't get up after struggling for half a sound.

He clutched his chest and looked at Feng Zi painfully, with a look of disbelief on his face: "You...... Who are you?"

Zhan Yue looked at Feng Zi and said softly, "Innate Venerable!"

What else could it be other than the Innate Venerable to defeat a True Qi Realm martial artist so lightly?

Sage?

That kind of old monster doesn't appear once in hundreds of years, and they haven't considered this possibility at all.

At this time, the deacon of the sect who had arranged the residence had already arrived in the main hall.

Feng Zi heard the questions of the two elders, glanced at the two of them noncommittally, and said lightly: "I'm tired." ”

Zhan Yue was still immersed in the previous shock and did not come back to his senses for a while.

But Zhang Qiankun reacted quickly, endured the pain, stood up, and shouted to the young deacon: "Wait here for reincarnation!

"Your Excellency?"

The young deacon glanced at Feng Zi suspiciously, then turned around and said cautiously, "But Elder Zhang, the room has already been arranged......"

"The shaft is stupid!"

Zhang Qiankun was covered by the deacon's blunt chest, and his face turned pale for a while: "Angry old man!"

In front of the angry elders, the deacon was reluctant to speak.

Feng Zi's spiritual power moved: "Let's go." ”

The young deacon's eyes were blank, ignoring the elder's order, and immediately agreed, and walked towards the residence with the girl with Feng Zi and red eyes.

Looking at the direction in which Feng Zi had left, Elder Zhan Yue's face could not contain excitement.

That young man, nine times out of ten, is an Innate Venerable! That is an existence at the same level as the sect master! If you do a good job and operate this relationship......

Zhang Qiankun showed regret on his face, he covered his chest, his eyes were intertwined with resentment and regret, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The two involuntarily glanced at each other, tired of each other, both snorted coldly, left the main hall, and made their own arrangements.

That night, Feng Zi returned from shopping with Ao Mingzhu and learned a lot about this place.

The red-eyed girl pulled the corner of Feng Zi's clothes: "The 'Jade Quetai' here is very famous, take me to see it when you have time." ”

"It's a place to watch a play, isn't it?"

Feng Zi raised a hand, his fingertips swiped the girl's sideburns, and said, "If you want to, no problem." ”

After saying this, Feng Zi frowned.

He found an uninvited guest standing in front of his lodgings.

This person's hair is half black and white, his face is angry, he has a pair of inverted triangular eyes, one hand covers his chest, and he coughs twice from time to time, looking quite miserable.

It was the Sword Sect Elder who had offended him before, Zhang Qiankun.

Seeing Feng Zi returning, Zhang Qiankun lowered his eyebrows and said, "Venerable, you are back." ”

Feng Zi glanced at him coldly: "If you have something to say, I don't have time to chat with you." ”

The temperament bred by killing people and killing demons is completely different.

The person in front of him was surrounded by the evil qi that made Feng Zi feel disgusted, but there was not much evil qi accumulated by killing the demon clan.

Feng Zi showed disdain: "The mouse carries a gun, and the nest is horizontal." ”

If it weren't for Zhang Qiankun's only three months to live, I'm afraid he would be tempted to shoot him to death now.

Feng Zi's contemptuous and contemptuous eyes were extremely uncomfortable, but Zhang Qiankun still bowed his waist and smiled: "Little Lao'er didn't know the identity of the Venerable before, and if he offended, he still hopes that the Venerable will forgive him!"

After finishing speaking, he presented a delicate treasure chest with both hands: "Here are two Golden Dragon Cleansing Pills, which are foundation-building holy relics, and His Holiness can give them to his children and grandchildren." This property right is also regarded as a gift of reparation, and when the little old man gets good things in the future, he will definitely be filial again. ”

Feng Zi took the treasure chest and opened it to see that two elixirs with a strong aura and the size of a dragon's eye were inlaid at the bottom of the box, and the golden dragon was entwined on it, lifelike.

After examining it for a moment and confirming that the two pills had not been tampered with, he put the treasure box into the Coiling Dragon Ring with an expressionless face and waved his hand: "You can go." ”

"Thank you, Lord for not sinning!"

Zhang Qiankun left with a thousand thanks.

After he left Feng Zi's residence for hundreds of zhang, his face showed a thoughtful look: "The ring on the young man's hand should be Sumeru mustard seeds and storage equipment, right?

......

Feng Zi's strength has won the respect of all the high-level people in the Sword Gate, and within three days that he and Ao Mingzhu have been in this city, countless people have come to visit, and even the threshold has been broken.

Many elders, hall masters, and deacons appeared.

Feng Zi began to meet them one by one, but later he was so annoyed that he simply hung up the retreat cultivation sign and refused to see guests.

He practiced in the Sword Gate while quietly waiting for the arrival of the sect master.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it is a month later.

In the past month, Feng Zi communicated with the Demon Treasure Holy Soldier day and night, and completely controlled the Heart of the Poisonous Dragon and the Heart Tribulation Sword.

After the poisonous dragon's heart was thoroughly refined, it gave Feng Zi a big surprise.

After his demon incarnation was promoted to become a demon king, he could control the demon qi freely, and there was no danger of revealing his identity. But he never thought that he would be able to hide even the unique aura of the demon treasure.

In this way, when facing some strong enemies of the human race, he has one more hole card in his hand to protect his life against the enemy.

After completely refining the Heart Tribulation Sword, Feng Zi found that its material was very unique, and in addition to the Holy Soldier Divine Power, it seemed to open the door to a certain treasure house.

"The blade that Feng Taibai carries with him is really not ordinary!"

Feng Zi wanted to create a sect and establish it as a holy place for the human race, which was indispensable for resources such as elixirs, exercises, and military equipment.

He carefully wiped the Heart Tribulation Sword with a fine silk, and there was a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

"However, just by absorbing and refining the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi cultivation, the progress is too slow. ”

"At the current rate of progress, if you want to reach the realm of [Fetal Light], you need to practice for at least 80 years without sleep. ”

Feng Zi sighed.

He is now absorbing the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi to cultivate, which is ten times stronger than the cultivation efficiency of the Acquired Realm when he was refining and refining the Qi, but it is still not enough.

"It's too slow, it's too slow!"

"There are still most of the eight hundred years of elixir obtained from Huayu Medicine Valley, but my alchemy skills are learned from the "Red Lian Secret Codex", and I am not good enough to refine the elixir that is beneficial to the innate realm. ”

Just as Feng Zi was worried about this matter, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Knock knock knock......

Feng Zi's heart moved, his vitality surged, and the door opened naturally.

The two stood outside the door.

One was Zhang Qiankun, the elder of the Sword Sect, and the other was a complete stranger.

However, this person's appearance is six or seven points similar to Lin Donglai.

Feng Zi looked at Zhang Qiankun and asked, "Is he?"

A mysterious look flashed in Zhang Qiankun's eyes, but a smile appeared on his face: "This is the city lord of Donglin City, Lord Lin Xiran." ”

"Both of them have important matters to discuss with the master, and they can take this opportunity to get close. ”

Hearing this, Lin Xiran looked Feng Zi up and down, feeling that this young man was too tender, and he felt a little contemptuous in his heart: "Close to this hairy boy?"

"Presumably, this person gave Zhang Qiankun benefits and wanted to take the opportunity to slap me. ”

But he thought that he had something to ask the master of the Sword Sect for this trip, so he still decided to give Zhang Qiankun a face.

Lin Xiran looked at Feng Zi condescendingly, adjusted his mentality, and said in a consciously approachable tone: "Where is the young man?"