Keep up your sister!

Feng Zhiping slandered, pretending to beckon easily: "Come on, together!"

Xiao Yunfei seemed to be smiling, slowly seeing the muddy shoes from his fluffy hair, and smiled: "No, I am not good at light work, and it will affect you." ”

Feng Zhiping patted his chest with an oath: "Don't be afraid, I'm good at light work, you go yours, I can't fall." ”

"Forget it, let's wait until you get back. ”

"I won't be able to go back for a while. ”

"It's okay, I can wait. ”

"There's not much time left. ”

"It's okay, none of that matters compared to your safety. ”

Dog|The day must have come early, I saw all the things just now, this is the stone that took the master as a way to ask for directions!

Feng Zhiping scolded secretly, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do I want to go back?"

Xiao Yunfei shrugged: "That's no way, I can only wait." There is not much time left, and it doesn't really matter if you can't go up or not. ”

The implication is that the selection is basically a foregone conclusion anyway, and there is no need to take any more risks if you are not sure, and you will regret it if you fold yourself in, so it is better to watch the "monkey show" honestly.

Of course, this is the premise that he is not sure, if the "stone" can really find something profitable, he does not mind taking a risk and striving for greater benefits.

Seriously, he was very interested in this chain, and he really wanted to experience it for himself and see what kind of trick could make Feng Zhiping so miserable.

If it is possible, he would like to cut off a piece and take it away, and the thing that can quietly torture a master of the spiritual consciousness stage to the point of immortal death must be a heavy treasure, and if it can be transformed or reforged into a blade, the grade will definitely not be low.

Feng Zhiping guessed his thoughts, and he also touched Feng Zhiping's, and the two were at a stalemate for a while.

Xiao Yunfei is really not in a hurry.

Feng Zhiping sneaked away, he found out as soon as possible, and he didn't debunk it because he wanted to see what tricks he was doing, so he played a play with Lu Zhongming, and by the way, he dragged Jing Si and Leng Caiwei into the water together, completely muddying the scene.

It didn't take long for Hu Renguang and Xue Gongqi of the Broadsword Gate to appear, and the scene suddenly became even more chaotic, he pretended to be careless and was slapped away, took the opportunity to slip out, and chased here in the direction that Feng Zhiping left, and sure enough, he saw a good show, and there was an unpredictable chain.

Feng Zhiping's identity is special, he will not take the initiative to cause harm, and he will not help.

That covenant had already been completed when he entered this layer, and he had no reason to help, Feng Zhiping was a smart man, and he would not ask him for this matter shamelessly.

As for the increasing number of people entering this layer, the variables of the choice of the top eight are getting bigger and bigger, and whether they need to continue to join forces is not a problem at all in Xiao Yunfei's opinion.

What about a lot of people?

If he can't find a way to the next level, then he can get rid of the extra people at the last minute, and it doesn't matter who the people who remain, as long as he enters the finals and the format is changed back to one-on-one rings, he is confident that no one is his opponent.

As for whether the others will join forces to kick him out first, he is even less worried.

The grudge has been related to the Falling Moon View for a long time, and Jing Si can't join forces with anyone who joins forces with the grudge, Hu Renguang and Xue Gongqi are the same, the grievances and grievances of the Blood Knife Gate and the Broadknife Gate are gone, and they can be investigated for thousands of years.

Although Diancang Mountain is holding the bull's ear, the people who came this time can't.

If there were celebrities with both strength and prestige such as Ma Shangyan and Shi Bugui, he really had to think about it, but it was Liu Yu and Lu Zhongming, one who was not sociable and talked too much and was just a brain, offended Leng Caiwei of Yew Sword Pavilion, these two people couldn't be at it at all, let alone holding bull's ears, it would be good to be able to protect themselves.

So he's not worried at all, he's not in a hurry at all, he just needs to be patient.

Xiao Yunfei can afford to wait, Feng Zhiping can't afford it, his mouth is about to bubble.

The thin chains swayed in the wind, and it took an extreme amount of energy and physical strength to keep his balance, not to mention the other oddities, and now he was in a dilemma.

On one side is an unknown and terrifying vision, and on the other side is Xiao Yunfei's meritorious heart, choosing left and right, he really can't tell which side is more fatal.

Why don't you go one step further?

Anyway, they've already come here, why don't you get more information, maybe you can change more "conscience" surnamed Xiao?

Thinking like this, Feng Zhiping resolutely turned his head, no longer looked at Xiao Yunfei's hateful face, and assumed up the courage to step forward as if he didn't exist.

One step at a time, the sea becomes a mulberry field.

In just one step, the surrounding scenery completely changed.

The clouds are gone, the chains are gone, as far as the eye can see, the endless ocean of water is yellow, the tide is rolling and you can vaguely see the dry bones overflowing, there are people and beasts, big and small, and a flat boat under their feet, drifting with the waves.

Death!

These two words jumped out of his heart for no reason, and Feng Zhiping shuddered.

He had never seen the Yellow Spring, but his intuition told him that it was the Yellow Spring, but how could the scenery here be so similar to what he imagined, he couldn't help but wonder if all this was an illusion.

Phew, stupid, do you still need to think?

Hallucinations, of course!

This is the True Immortal Layer of the Three Immortal Towers, and this young master is not dead yet!

Feng Zhiping scolded himself twice, and suddenly heard someone coughing behind him, and suddenly a spirit was excited.

"Who?"

Turning his head, he saw an old man, dressed in tatters like a beggar, with a large hat brim pressed very low to cover his face, holding the oar in one hand and shaking weakly, and holding a cigarette stick more than three feet long with the other hand, and plumes of smoke rose from under the hat.

"Ferryman?" Feng Zhiping didn't feel scared, but was surprised, "Still smoking?"

"There is no joy in life, there is no fun in death, there is no life and no death, you have to have fun, otherwise how can you endure these endless years. ”

The ferryman's voice was old and hoarse, but his words were somewhat playful.

Feng Zhiping blinked and said with a smile: "It seems that my imagination is quite rich, and the ferrymen I fantasize about are different from others." ”

The old man also laughed, his laughter was a little terrifying, and after a while, he closed it slightly and raised his head slightly: "How do you know that I am hallucinating?"

Feng Zhiping didn't speak, worried that he would fall into a hallucination and couldn't extricate himself, so he turned around and was about to take another step, but his feet moved, but the person didn't move, and he was still in place.

What's the situation?

I didn't believe in evil, and after walking a few more steps, the person was still standing in the middle of the boat, not moving a bit.

Broken!

Feng Zhiping was suffering in his heart, and he hurriedly sank his mind into the sword species, according to his past experience, the sword species could not break the illusion, at least it could help him find the flaws and break the situation.

The mind is integrated, the distractions are quickly purified, and the whole person enters an extreme calmness, as if there is no emotion.

Slowly opened his eyes, looked at it again, the water was still water, the boat was still the boat, the old man was still the same, nothing had changed.

No change?

Feng Zhiping frowned and looked back sideways: "Where is this?"

The old man smiled: "You know, why do you need to ask?"

Feng Zhiping thought for a while, and then asked, "Where are you going?"

"Go where you need to go. The old man raised his head and raised his hand to push the brim of his hat, "You're late." ”

Under the brim of the hat, a face covered with skin and bones, white bones exposed in many places, and the same goes for the nose, which has no flesh, except for a small section of the nasal bone at the root.

The most terrifying thing is the eyes, there are no eyelids and no eyeballs, two holes in the black hole, and there are two green phosphorus fires floating in them, flickering and dark, like breathing, like blinking.

The terrifying face did not frighten Feng Zhiping, he bent down and explored carefully.

"You're a ghost, that's what a ghost looks like?"

The old man smiled and shook his head slowly: "I'm not a ghost, I'm not a human, I am..."

Before he finished speaking, a cold ray pierced his left eye, piercing through the skull and peeking out from behind, and before it was finished, it spun around half a circle again, creating a hole in the back of the skull.

Feng Zhiping looked at the still vigorous phosphorus fire in his right eye socket, and frowned slightly: "Not dead yet?"

The old man was not annoyed, raised his thin hand to grasp the blade of the sword and withdrew the sword a little, grinning his wrinkled mouth like a withered orange peel, and evoking a terrifying smile.

"I said, I'm not a human, I'm not a ghost, you can't kill me. ”

Feng Zhiping took out his sword and tilted his head slightly: "No human or ghost, then what are you?"

"I am..."

Before he finished speaking, the cold mang reappeared, swept past his neck, his head fell to the ground crookedly, and he bounced twice and rolled to Feng Zhiping's feet.

"Young man, don't talk about martial arts. ”

The old man was still not dead, the fart was the same, the headless body leaned over and grabbed his head accurately, and he didn't press it back, just clamped it under his armpit, and his other hand didn't rock the boat, picked up the cigarette stick that fell on the ground, put it in his mouth, and inhaled it hard.

Feng Zhiping frowned, and was about to come again, but the old man puffed out a big puff of smoke and spoke first.

"Don't waste your efforts, you can't kill me. ”

Feng Zhiping hesitated and put down his hand: "Who are you?"

"I'm just a boatman who doesn't know anyone. ”

"What's your name?"

"No name, whatever you want. After you have lived for a long time, you will understand that the name is a kind of consumable, grinding and grinding, and then it is gone. ”

Feng Zhiping seemed to understand whether he understood or not, thought about it and asked: "People are not famous, there should always be a place, right?

The old man said: "People are nameless, how can there be a place? Just like here, some people call it Huangquan, some people call it Kuhai, some people call it Lechuan, and some people call him Tianhe." ”

Feng Zhiping snorted: "If you don't want to say it, don't say it, when I don't know what you're talking about?" The first three titles are one category, the last Tianhe is not, Tianhe is an immortal river, it is said to be the largest river in the immortal world, running through the entire immortal world, how can it be related to the underworld!"

The old man smiled: "How do you know that Tianhe has nothing to do with Huangquan?

"I..."

Feng Zhiping was dumbfounded, he really hadn't seen it.

Not only him, but no one in the world can see it, and all those who have seen it are dead people.

After being silent for a while, Feng Zhiping remembered something: "You said I was late, what does this mean?"

"You still don't understand this?" the old man bit his cigarette stick and shook his head, "Alas, young people nowadays, how stupid, I don't understand this." When I say you're late, it naturally means you're dead, but your soul hasn't gotten to where it should be, understand?"

Feng Zhiping raised his eyebrows: "Why didn't you get to where you should be?"

"Because you still have a dusty fate, you need to take a token as the ship's fare. The old man said, pointing at Feng Zhiping's chest with a cigarette stick, "Well, that's it." ”

Feng Zhiping's pupils shrank, his eyes narrowed, and his gaze slowly moved from the old man's face to his chest.

Jade beads?