As soon as Feng Lin finished speaking, Master Jingqiu's entire expression changed.

She seemed to want to say something, but she had nothing to say.

Feng Linwan was indifferent, as if he hadn't said anything before.

The night wind blows across the lake, quiet and quiet, but the lakeside at this moment is somewhat agitated, and there is a bit of indescribable charm.

Whether Feng Linwan will be a noble person who sacrifices himself for others is a matter of opinion.

But he is obviously a guy who understands the heart of a woman very well.

When enough correct guidance and proper silence are the greatest poison.

Sensual women often make up too many sad and lingering stories on their own. You'll never be the Prince Charming they fantasize about, but that doesn't stop you, do something 'misleading' and let them put you in their own right.

In an almost visible way, Feng Lin Wan's progress bar for unlocking the first skill of the 'Murong Cheng' vest suddenly rose a lot.

It seems that her heart is moved, and perhaps even the Yuan Shen is slightly shaken. It seems that to gain the 'trust' of the strong, not only do they need to believe in my vest, but also they need to have huge emotional fluctuations in their hearts. Feng Linwan made a brief analysis of the current situation.

"It's harder, but it's also a boost for my golden finger. Feng Linwan sincerely lamented the difficulty and timeliness of this major discovery.

He is only in the Qi cultivation period, and many skills that need to be unlocked, and the demand for trust value is already extremely high.

If we go any further, won't we have to go to the point where no one in the world knows you?

And the current discovery is a new way out.

Feng Linwan's self-dedication and 'sacrifice', the Venerable Master Jing Qiu did not refuse.

She's not a cardamom, inexperienced little girl, and she doesn't have so much indifferent compassion and soft-heartedness.

She has a deep hatred in the sea of blood, even if she becomes a hall master of the Drunken Yang Peak of the Floating Mountain Holy Land, it will not be able to bring much help to her revenge, only by going to a higher position can she open the memories of the past.

At this time, in order to go further, she is willing to do many things, and many people can sacrifice.

"Well, in that case, I will take you to the Holy Lord tomorrow. You... Do you have any other requests?" Perhaps a little uneasy in his heart, the Venerable Master Jing Qiu asked Feng Lin Wan.

She wanted to make amends, not just for her own peace of mind.

Feng Linwan's eyes flickered with confusion, as if he glanced at the sachet that the Venerable Master Jing Qiu had tied around his waist, but he was silent, shaking his head slightly, without desire.

His hands trembled slightly, but he seemed to take off the sachet tied to his waist as if he didn't care, and said firmly: "Your vision is not bad, this sachet is not only made of fragrant snow silver silk, but also contains the medicinal fragrance of the demon herb, which is most conducive to meditation and meditation, assisting in cultivation, so I will give it to you." ”

As he spoke, the Venerable Master Jing Qiu's face turned gloomy, and it was obvious that he did not believe what he said.

Feng Linwan hurriedly stepped forward, took it in his hands with both hands, and then unceremoniously put it into his arms and collected it.

The atmosphere that originally seemed ambiguous has been taken up a notch.

The Venerable Master could no longer bear it, and as soon as he turned around, he had already crossed the surface of the lake and disappeared into the distance where the water and the sky met.

But Feng Linwan stood alone by the lake and did not leave, as if he had a long aftertaste.

"Tomorrow I will see the Holy Lord and many vein masters, which is equal to me... As Murong Cheng, he officially stood on the cusp of the Fushan Holy Land. The early hibernation is finally coming to an end, and the next thing is to make a contribution. Thinking of this, Feng Linwan's chest was beating hot.

He has never been a willingly lonely and ordinary person.

So sometimes he would do things that only a madman would do.

There are nine veins in Fushan, one vein and one peak.

Hmmm... Old-fashioned setting!

And of course, as the main vein, Futu Peak, that is, the main hall of the Fushan Holy Land, is located.

The mountain is ten thousand feet high, almost can climb to the sky, and a dangerous road leads directly to the top of the mountain.

On both sides of the mountain road, there are thousands of visions.

There are ancient pines like spiritual apes kowtowing, there are also Ganoderma lucidum groups as big as a fight, there are strange flowers and plants competing for beauty, and there are also heavy mountains and mountains covered with greenery, as if hiding a more mysterious world.

Go up to the top of the mountain, knock open the stone gate on the top of the mountain, behind the stone gate, is the grand palace layers.

Compared with the staggered fall of Zuiyang Peak, it is casual and free.

The scene in Futu Peak can be called rigorous and solemn, and it is magnificent.

Following the Venerable Master Jing Qiu, the two walked all the way inside, stepping on the floating clouds, and it didn't take long to arrive at the Fushan Palace.

The palace gate is nine zhang high, and it is cast of white jade.

Behind the door is thousands of colors, like a real abode of immortals.

Feng Lin didn't squint, and he didn't feel how shocked.

Simple visuals couldn't shake his mind.

Regardless of the galactic age, it is not uncommon to see all kinds of cosmic wonders. Just in many Xianxia-oriented virtual online games, Feng Lin has seen the beautiful scenery and shocking and gorgeous scenes, that is too much, millions of sword immortals fly together, gods and Buddhas fall together, heaven and earth collapse, the galaxy falls, chaos explodes, the universe collapses... All kinds of scenes have been applied to the extreme by those unscrupulous game developers, exhausting the pinnacle of imagination.

If Feng Linwan plays a young man from the countryside, then he must make a picture that he has never seen the world.

However, it won't be long before he has to talk about it in front of so many strong people in the Fushan Holy Land, if he behaves badly at this time, it will form a sharp contrast and conflict with the character design that will wait for a while, but it is not beautiful.

Of course... It is by no means to avoid being embarrassed in front of the Venerable Master.

The Venerable Master Jing Qiu had obviously passed through qi with the Holy Lord and even some of the vein masters, so when Feng Lin Wan followed him into the Fushan Palace, almost all his eyes were condensed on Feng Lin Wan's body.

In these eyes, how is the emotion of the package... Feng Lin Wan couldn't tell the difference.

He is not a human flesh distinguisher, how can he feel the emotions of a person from the eyes of a person so easily?

"But this feeling of being in the spotlight ... Not bad. Feng Linwan's heart gradually quieted down.

When it was time for him to perform, he became more and more calm and calm.

"Are you Murong Cheng?" the voice from above seemed to fall from the Nine Heavens Cloud Palace.

"Yes!" Feng Lin replied categorically.

Above the main hall, the clouds suddenly appeared, and the shadow of a young man in the haze appeared, not only with the appearance of his young man when he was learning the Fa, but also with the despair and fear when this young man fell under the mouth of the demon beast.

"If you are Murong Cheng, then who is he?" asked indifferently, as if to penetrate people's souls.

In order to enter the Fushan Holy Land, Feng Lin Wan made a fake when he was in Fushan City, and at this time, it was easily exposed on this main hall.

Feng Lin's face does not change color, of course... It was also expected by him.

He joined the Fushan Holy Land, not to mess around, as long as he wants to mix up a little bit, his fake identity will inevitably become his weakness.

So long before, he was well prepared. This false identity will not only not become his flaw, but in a sense, it will deepen a certain impression and become a help.