The great grandmaster Bing Peng on the side felt it, and pointed around Wang Feng with a volley, and the spiritual power around him scattered and fled under a finger.

"Don't make such small mistakes in the future, small mistakes, and lose big futures. Seeing that Wang Feng woke up, the great master Bing Peng nodded, and walked back to the house with his hands behind his back.

Wang Feng, who woke up, was drenched in cold sweat in his head, and he almost went mad, if he hadn't been interrupted by the great grandmaster Bingpeng, he would probably have been killed by the aura of heaven and earth.

Glancing at Bing Peng gratefully, Wang Feng fell into cultivation again, striking while the iron was hot, and the same was true for cultivation.

Only by entering the Transformation Realm can he be qualified to help the Great Grandmaster Bingpeng, and he can also get the first credit for entering Tianming and enter Tianming's Tianjiao Palace.

According to the Great Grandmaster Bingpeng, the Tianjiao Hall has the best cultivation resources in the entire Worship Scripture Country, and there is the most systematic cultivation system for cultivators, which can make Wang Feng's heart moved, if he can enter it to practice, his growth rate will increase rapidly.

The strong are thousands of miles away, and the weak are unable to move an inch, a great grandmaster can overwhelm one side of the strong and bow his head, coupled with Li Changkong's stimulation, the heart of becoming stronger is gradually firm.

There are two major forces in the country, and their power is so huge that the royal family of the worship country is also feared.

Yes, it is jealousy, not uneasiness.

Of these two major forces, Tianming, where he is located, is one of them, and the other is a force called Jianhui.

The royal family, Jianhui and Tianming stand on three legs in this worship country, divide the world equally, and the royal family of the worship country who is in charge of the world on the bright side has now become an empty row, and the imperial decree can pass through the world, but it can't do it in the world.

As a result, the seemingly calm worship of the country is now a turbulent undercurrent.

The three parties are fighting each other in all aspects, and they are even more devoted to the cultivation of cultivators.

As the lord of a country, the imperial family has opened academies all over the world, and Tian'en Academy is an endless stream of great cultivators and great Confucian scholars.

Jian Hui created the Shaojian Hall, and there were countless young genius sword cultivators gathered, and the atmosphere was extraordinary.

As the three forces of the same level, the Mandate of Heaven was naturally unwilling to be left behind, and set up the Tianjiao Palace, cultivating countless demon killers and all kinds of wizards for Tianming.

But this day is not to want to enter the palace, one must be talented, the other must go through all kinds of assessments, even if the qualifications are outstanding, the most concise procedure will take a year, and if there is a miracle to the organization, you can enter exceptionally.

The Great Grandmaster Bingpeng was very straightforward, and he didn't bother to deceive a country boy, promising that as long as Wang Feng helped, he would be able to enter the Tianjiao Hall exceptionally.

Wang Feng summed it up, people saved his life and promised benefits, so naturally there was no reason to refuse.

Willing to go out and follow the great master Bingpeng, the reason that he is a Tianming person can't comfort himself at all, he has just arrived, Tianming's mountain gate has not yet been seen, and he can't go together anyway.

After all, this is not a trivial matter, it is not stealing a chicken, it is not stealing a dog, it is hunting a great master who shocks the party!

At the beginning, when Wang Feng heard what the Great Grandmaster Bingpeng was going to do, he almost wanted to turn around and run.

Because what Bing Peng wants to hunt is the great master in the Yuancheng City Lord's Mansion who is now Chang Wufeng!

There is often no wind, Wang Feng has seen it, and the spiritual power in his body is like a small sun, which is extremely terrifying.

In the words of his top boss, the new emperor of the imperial family ascended the throne, and his ambitions had already threatened Tianming and Jianhui, so this time, in addition to Bingpeng, there was also one of the three great grandmasters of Jianhui, the great master of Luliang.

And what Wang Feng needs to do is to carry the power of a great grandmaster in Tianming in the past.

At that time, three to one, often no wind and ten deaths!

And in order to carry the power of a great grandmaster, Bingpeng gave a safe threshold, that is, to let Wang Feng break through the transformation realm.

A young man touched the sweat on his forehead, looked at the towering Jitou Mountain, and showed a smile on his face, he walked for a long time, and there were many delays, but fortunately it arrived.

There is a bluestone path that winds upward, and on the mountain, it is the North Sword Gate. This young man is none other than Wang Feng's senior brother, Zhang Xiucheng, who went to Beijianmen to practice.

The scenery of Jitou Mountain is beautiful and the aura is strong, and after walking for more than an hour, a huge square stone pillar door in front of you appears in front of you, so it is not magnificent.

Coming to the stone gate, Zhang Xiucheng looked at it, his eyes were surprised, and he saw that behind the stone pillar gate was no longer a sheep intestine path, but the road was getting wider and wider, and a palace appeared in the distance.

"How much stone is wasted in paving like this? "Looking at the road behind the door getting wider and wider, the luxury is abnormal, and the twists and turns of the path when entering the mountain are simply one day and one place, I can't help but complain.

Looking up at the stone pillar gate, there are three big characters of "North Sword Gate" in the middle, which is magnificent, and there is a faint tendency to break the sky.

Zhang Xiucheng turned around and saw that he was already standing on a high place, the mountains fell at his feet, and in the sunlight, there were obscure changes from light to dark, blue and yellow, red and blue.

"Where did the mortals come from here are talking nonsense, and they don't go down the mountain quickly!"

was indulging in the scenery of the mountains and waters, and suddenly a voice sounded, falling on Zhang Xiucheng's ears like a thunderbolt on a sunny day.

"When I come down to seek the Tao, I hope that my predecessors will be accommodating. When he turned around, he saw a person standing in the air with a long sword on his back, and he was immortal, so he hurriedly took out the old man's letter of recommendation from his arms and held it high, his eyes blazing.

In the palace of the worship country, a Confucian scholar touched his beard, put down the book, and said slowly to a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy on the opposite desk: "The country is full of famous mountains, rivers and rivers, and there are often cultivators and demons hiding in them, and the blessed land with the strongest aura is occupied by some inheritance factions, and the slightly inferior ones are either some small sects that do not enter the stream, or they are occupied by demon beasts. ”

"Teacher, why didn't my father kill all these demon beasts?" The young man was puzzled, the land of the world is not the king's land, and besides, it is a foreign race, so it should be killed!

Although the young man is young and sits in the palace every year, the murder of the demon clan often comes to his ears.

"Hehe, Your Royal Highness, how can it be so easy, if you can kill, Your Majesty would have made a move, but the demon clan is not without backers in our country, there is a demon holy mountain in the extreme south, known as the forbidden land of human beings, in the past, the Emperor Taishang ordered several great masters to go together, but no one came out. ”

When the middle-aged Confucian said this, a trace of gloom flashed on his face, if it weren't for that royal family miss, I am afraid that this country would still be like an iron bucket, and the name of the royal family could still make the world fearful, and it would not be impossible to suppress those clowns who jumped off the beam.

Dust to dust, dust to dust, more than 200 years of time, enough to pass a lot of things.

"That Demon Holy Mountain is so powerful?" the young man had a look of surprise on his face, he had never heard of such a history.

The Confucian scholar was noncommittal, raised his eyebrows, and did not want to mention it again, but diverted the topic.

"Your Royal Highness, you will go to Tian'en Academy tomorrow to practice, as the teacher is not by your side, don't be lazy, and besides, don't publicize everything, it will only add to the trouble. ”

"Okay, teacher!" the young man was very well-behaved and bowed deeply to the Confucian scholar.

The face of the Confucian scholar was satisfied, the little highness is different from the rest of the princes, humble and polite, talented, a little carving will be able to inherit the unification, the most important thing is that this young little highness knows how to hide clumsy, and the Confucian has high hopes for it.

The Confucian scholars in this deep palace, and the last emperor who died are like brothers, and they are also rare great masters in the world.

Wang Feng in the small courtyard was immersed in practice, and the faint aura flowed into the dantian like a stream, and the ice and snow melted in the dantian, which was extremely warm.

The last rays of sunlight fell, and the sky in the distance was already covered with black clouds, which was not normal darkness.

The thunder is roaring, the wind is roaring. The thunder seemed to shake the earth a few times.

"It's weird, how can there be such a strong wind?" Great Grandmaster Bingpeng heard this earth-shattering thunder, and hurriedly walked out of the house, looking at the black clouds in the sky and the howling wind, his heart was strange.

"What a chaotic celestial phenomenon!" But in March, there was a south wind in May, and Bingpeng pinched his fingers.

But it was going to rain, my mother was going to get married, and I couldn't care about pinching my fingers anymore, so the great grandmaster Bingpeng hurriedly beckoned Wang Feng into the house.

Seeing that the downpour was coming, why was this stupid boy so stupid, and he didn't know how to go back to the house to avoid it.

The thunder roared, and the great master Bingpeng stood under the eaves with one hand on his back, and the thumb of the hand that was not carried took turns to wave back and forth between the index finger and middle finger, seeing Wang Feng stunned for a moment, and the thoughts in his heart also moved with the thumb.

In the end, he couldn't help it, and looked at Bingpeng, who had a solemn expression, and said, "Hall Master, are you telling fortunes?"

"No, I'm just bored. The rain was pouring down, and the rubble was crackling and thinking about it, and Bingpeng obviously didn't really want to explain such a profound thing as "fate" to this little monk who had just entered the cornucopia.

"Oh, I thought you'd count. He didn't please the words, Wang Feng pouted, and came as soon as he opened his mouth.

"It's cold, let's go back to the house. Ignoring Wang Feng, he stood under this eaves for a while, pinched his fingers, and then went back to the house after dropping a sentence lightly.

Looking at this great master of the Immortal Wind Dao Bone, Wang Feng complained in his heart, and pretended to stand where Bing Peng was just now.

With one hand behind his back, he raised his head at 45 degrees and looked up at the sky, and the thumb of his right hand also moved up and down, left and right, and looked like it.

The great grandmaster who had just walked into the house, and Bing Peng, who would not waver in the midst of thousands of troops, was a stumbling one.

"Therefore I am not me, but I am I. The sound of the dripping rain continued, Wang Feng was a little bored, sat cross-legged against the wall, and began to practice after reciting eight words.

A little earlier, but in the Transformation Realm, a little earlier to help kill Chang Wufeng, he can enter the Tianjiao Palace.

Moreover, the night rain hits people, which makes people think deeply and is not worth it. The bad and unhappy will eventually pass and then be forgotten.

Bing Peng in the room, looking at the young man who was practicing at the root of the wall through the unrelated door, his heart was touched, and he directly covered the quilt and fell asleep.

Life is too short to have fun in time!