"I know it's not in order..."Feng Zhiping staggered his gaze.

It is taboo to casually inquire about other people's inheritances, and it is quite rude to ask for them in person, especially for family inheritance such as Zhan Qianwu, which is simply looking for a draw.

Zhan Qianwu didn't know what he was going to do, but he could guess one or two, thinking that this kid might think that the tricks of the Spirit Awareness Period were not powerful enough, so he whimsically wanted to use the martial arts of the Divine Hiding Period.

With a cold face, she popped a bubble, and took advantage of the short time on the way to blow up, she said lightly: "Even if I am willing to teach, do you think you can learn it?"

Feng Zhiping was silent.

The answer is obvious, learning can definitely be learned, but it takes time, and he just doesn't have the time now.

Seeing Feng Zhiping's expression, Zhan Qianwu frowned, sighed secretly and said, "I don't know what you want to do, but I advise you, don't look at your superiors and hurt your life in vain." These bubbles are really troublesome, and they are very restrained to me, so if you really want to help me, use that sword move again. Although that move is a martial art of the Spiritual Awareness Period, it has a lot of flavor of the Divine Hidden Period domain, and it should be able to open up a passage!"

Sword cage?

Got the smell of the moves of the Divine Treasure Period?

I'll go, she's praising me?!

Feng Zhiping was dumbfounded, very surprised that he could be praised by Zhan Qianwu, and even more convinced of Zhan Qianwu's eyesight.

"I'll try!"

Pose with your hands in a starting pose, silently recite the sword technique, and desperately recall how you felt at that time in your mind.

The fantasy born of the sword intent was no longer clear when I woke up, but the feeling was still there, and I was familiar with the road, and my mind was unconsciously blended with the sword intent.

This time there was no illusion, only a suffocating sourness permeated the heart, as if the heart was sealed in an invisible cage, although people stood in the vast world, but they were not free.

This feeling is very annoying, Feng Zhiping did not reject it, and actively immersed himself in this emotion.

He was very puzzled, what the old man had experienced at the beginning, how could he create such a sad and aggrieved sword move.

With the resonance of the sword intent, his temperament quietly changed, and the vitality and dexterity on his body dissipated indifferently, replaced by a decadent twilight that had gone through all the vicissitudes of life and sorrow, and it was hard to believe that he was a young man who was no more than twenty years old without looking at his appearance.

The increasingly intense sword intent also seemed to be infected with the bubbles, and the brilliance refracted on the surface dimmed a little, but that's all, there was no other change.

Feng Zhiping did not make a move, and the sword qi was brewing.

These bubbles are not crocodiles and facelings that can be slashed and killed at will, all of them are shattered, Zhan Qianwu may be able to live, he will definitely die.

The power of heaven and earth was no longer the point, what he had to do now was to remove them and open a way so that the two of them could land safely.

Keeping his artistic conception intact, he set aside a little energy to control a sword qi, and touched a bubble in the distance as gently as possible.

The start was very smooth, the surface of the blister was slightly dented and not broken, but before he could start to be happy, the sword spiritual power in the sword qi came out, and the blister exploded on the spot.

At the same time, Zhan Qianwu also smashed one, and two loud noises appeared at the same time, followed by two strong winds colliding together and spreading messily, almost all the blisters were affected, and their positions changed.

Zhan Qianwu frowned, the previous calculation was useless, and he had to re-plan.

Feng Zhiping knew that he had helped, so he glanced at her modestly, saw that she didn't say anything, and closed his eyes again.

Try again, this time more carefully, with gentler movements, but the blisters still burst.

After trying twice in a row, he sighed helplessly, the blisters would explode because of the golden spiritual power, but not because the golden spiritual power was uncontrollable, but because of the golden spiritual power itself.

These blisters are not touched by forces other than the water line at all!

Looking around, Feng Zhiping didn't dare to continue to probe, the three explosions had completely changed the position of all the blisters. Now they are not only closer to the ground, but much higher.

Not only that, the frenzied wind has not stopped, the blisters have also been moving, colliding with each other and bounce off, the position is changing all the time, the cunning clam demon took the opportunity to spit out a lot, and the new and old mixed together collided and rebounded to make the scene even more chaotic, trying to calculate a way out of life in this environment, which is beyond the reach of human beings.

The land that seems to be within reach is so far away, Feng Zhiping regretted his recklessness a little, and only filled in the chaos without helping.

What made him even more uncomfortable was that Zhan Qianwu didn't scold him, this woman who was as strong as iron always protected him firmly, as if nothing had happened, but the light on the gun had been weakening, no longer dazzling, and red steaming.

What to do?

How can we suppress the golden spiritual power and only let the water spiritual power work?

He had never thought about this question before, and only then did he realize that his use of power was so crude.

What a loser...

Feng Zhiping secretly smiled bitterly, looking at Zhan Qianwu, he felt even more ashamed.

Being protected by a woman like a cub, few men can deal with it calmly, if you let You Jinglian know, you will definitely die of laughter.

This kind of emotion could have been reconciled, but in his deep immersion in the sword intent, the sadness and depression in the artistic conception were poured on the small flames of anger like fire oil, so that the anger burned to the extreme the moment it appeared, and reason was quickly lost in the anger.

"Mind your own business!"

Feng Zhiping's voice was very cold, cold and strange.

Zhan Qianwu was stunned, and secretly screamed bad at just one glance.

Demons in mind!

This bastard has gone crazy!

Damn, I know that he has absolutely no good results in his eyes, how can he be so fast at this moment!

Zhan Qianwu was extremely angry.

She knew before that it seemed like a good thing for Feng Zhiping to be able to reverse the sword intent from the sword move, but it would do more harm than good to him now.

In addition to self-creation, any kind of martial arts created by others has the possibility of giving birth to demons, the more advanced the martial arts, the higher the realm of the creator, the greater the possibility, because the artistic conception in the martial arts is what they think and feel, not yours, if you don't have enough concentration to feel in vain, it is easy to lose your heart and fall into it.

Under normal circumstances, martial artists have to practice new martial arts step by step, first master the moves, establish their own perception, and then go to a little bit of sympathetic creator's original intention, and constantly run in and correct until they are completely in line with themselves, which is considered to be a great achievement, not something that can be used to learn it.

Feng Zhiping realized the sword intent by chance and was able to integrate into her own sword field, she was not too worried, after all, the Feng family sword was created by Feng Moxiu, the so-called father-son heart-to-heart, since childhood, his father taught him by words and deeds, Feng Zhiping's possibility of giving birth to demons is much smaller than that of outsiders, so she is ready to settle down and remind her a little later.

But now...

Zhan Qianwu pondered and sighed secretly, thinking about it, there was only one way to knock out.

The heart demon chaos is the most troublesome kind of going mad, the true qi combing is useless, this is a heart disease, you have to use heart medicine, only some special means can wake up the demon, such as a thousand feelings, You Shuang'er fought with his life to pull Feng Zhiping back, relying on this secret technique.

Zhan Qianwu doesn't know a thousand tricks, and he doesn't have the confidence that he can forcibly drag him out of his demonic thoughts with spiritual shock without letting him be injured, and the damage to his mind is much more difficult to recover from than the damage to his body.

The powerful hand knife was raised, and it was about to fall, when Feng Zhiping suddenly looked over, and his bloodshot eyes showed anger.

Zhan Qianwu's heartbeat slowed down by half a beat, and she didn't know why she was afraid, but it didn't matter, after hesitating for a moment, the knife fell, but it didn't cut anyone, and the big hand that had been strong grabbed her wrist steadily.

"Women have to be obedient to be cute, don't let me say it a second time!"

Zhan Qianwu was stunned, this guy dared to speak to her like this!

Who gave him the guts, was it because he messed with him all night?

It was an accident, and this girl is the one who uses the strong, damn bastard, damn demon!

In addition to anger, Zhan Qianwu was even more shocked by Feng Zhiping's strength.

She knows the power of this hand knife best, it stands to reason that Feng Zhiping can't stop it at all, but he blocked it, and he blocked it very steadily!

Why?

Feng Zhiping didn't explain, because he didn't know either, now he almost forgot who he was, and he only had boundless anger in his heart.

Let go of Zhan Qianwu's hand, and gently let her go behind her, without looking at the blisters that were about to hit below, her red eyes stared at the giant clam that was covered by layers, and raised her sword towards the sky.

"If you don't let me be happy, don't think about being happy, let's die together!"

"Don't..."

Zhan Qianwu stopped it in shock, but it was too late, and the dormant sword qi surged out, wantonly swaying in all directions.

She was shocked and discolored, and before she could protect her head, face and chest, the blisters around her exploded, and a huge sound and the impact comparable to the wind of the sea of clouds crushed her, and her eyes went black, and she fainted on the spot.

The coma was very short, only for a moment, and when I woke up, I found that I was mainly dizzy and tinnitus, and the injuries on my body were very light, only a little internal injury, and my qi and blood were a little uncomfortable.

The explosion did not stop, it continued, as the sword qi spread, patches of water bubbles exploded, and water vapor surged in all directions, except for her gun, there was no longer a single flash of fire.

She didn't care about any of this, and looked nervously ahead.

He was injured with the protection of his golden clothes, how could that guy be unharmed if he was so cultivated and exposed?

It's not going to just blow it up, is it?

Quite possibly, because she didn't see anyone.

Affected by water vapor, her vision is very poor, but she can see giant clams, she can see Jiao Lin, but she can't see the figure she wants to see.

What about people?

Is it really...

Zhan Qianwu's pupils dilated, and his heart was at a loss.

It stands to reason that she should be happy that Feng Zhiping is dead, and at most she will politely express the appropriate sorrow, but for some reason, her heart is empty, like a hollowed out piece, and there is a very nasty taste in the vacancy, which is called sadness.

Why should I be sad?

Zhan Qianwu didn't know, and she didn't think about it, she just wanted to bring that damn guy back to life and continue to bore her with a serious life in front of her.

Just when she was in deep despair, a strange sound suddenly came from above her head, and when she looked up, she saw a bloody man with a sword under his head and feet, swooping with a sword, and bright red blood beads continued to sprinkle behind her, dragging into a line of blood.

He's not dead!

Zhan Qianwu suddenly became happy, even happier than when he cultivated his first ray of spiritual sense.

Immediately after, her pupils shrank, her smile froze, and quickly turned to consternation.

In Feng Zhiping's body, she felt a faint trace of power that should never appear on him.

The power of heaven and earth!

He actually attracted a trace of the power of heaven and earth!

"How is that possible?!"