Nangong Ziyan's shock still echoed in her heart, she never dared to think that someone would be able to challenge the "Ascending Heavenly Road" with the realm of not being able to condense the late stage of qi. However, the living example in front of him stood in front of him with his eyes closed and his hands raised.

Holding back the shock in his heart, he looked at the wind and asked tremblingly, "How did you come up?"

Feng Qingyang was feeling the flow of the wind, and his mental power was also rapidly looking at all sides, and he was not annoyed by the light sound disturbing his ears, his eyes were still closed, and he said lightly: "Naturally, it came up." ”

Nangong Ziyan was still a little skeptical at first after hearing this, because for thousands of years, there were very few young talents in the middle of the Condensation Realm who dared to go to the "Ascending Heaven Road", and there was only one person who could reach the Nai He Bridge through the Heart Seeking Road, how could there be one more person now.

But when she saw Feng Qingyang's arm sticking out of his sleeve, the last trace of doubt in Nangong Ziyan's heart dissipated, Feng Qingyang's arm had already been occupied by a puffy purple red, and the capillaries on the surface of her body seemed to be broken, and her eyes could clearly see that every part of Feng Qingyang's exposed body was covered with bloodshot skin damage.

And on the face of the breeze, the originally delicate and heroic face had a few more slight puffiness and abrasions.

The pain on the way to seek the heart Nangong Ziyan had only experienced it not long ago, and now everything is still vivid, but it has never left such a terrifying pain as Feng Qingyang, although they will also be destroyed by Shen Xinxue in the later stage of condensation, but physically relying on the true qi to protect the body, they can avoid most of the injuries, and they have not suffered such damage as Feng Qingyang.

"Didn't the Second Elder say before the trial began, don't you go up the mountain until the late stage of condensation? Nangong Ziyan looked at the young man in front of her with a distressed face, and she felt very touched in her heart.

The young man still closed his eyes, and he didn't ignore Nangong Ziyan's question, and his indifferent voice didn't seem to feel the pain of a broken sternum at all, without a trace of trembling: "He just said no, he didn't say no." ”

After saying this, Feng Qingyang slowly opened his eyes, his gaze was still firm and sharp, and he burst out like a sharp sword.

"Being alive means that Heaven has never given up on you, strength and weakness are not indisputable in Heaven, but indisputable in people. The road that Wang Qifei can pass, why can't you and me?"

Nangong Ziyan looked at the wind that was slowly coming, and said bitterly: "You may look down on me, but your current realm is still too low, this Nai He Bridge can only be seen through by a strong man who has at least half a step of qi, and if you want to cross this Nai He Bridge with your cultivation, unless God helps, there will be a miracle." ”

The wind did not stop, and his body was slow and chic.

"It is precisely because people are unruly that they are people, and the road of a warrior is to fight with the sky, why do I need God's help. Being alive is a miracle, and every day I live makes it a miracle!"

Stepping forward, but this time the pace seemed to Nangong Ziyan to be the same as the previous time, but it had a little more artistic conception.

Nangong Ziyan stood up with the bridge railing, looking at the back of the wind with a confused expression, she couldn't understand how the person in front of her surpassed her with the realm of the middle stage of condensation.

Looking at the stiff and stumbling back on the mountain road in front of her, an irrepressible emotion suddenly erupted in her heart, looking at the clear wind at the end of the mountain road, she could feel the pain and fatigue of the person, and shouted: "Stop, you don't want to die, your body can't bear it for a long time! You can't surpass Wang Qifei's son now, he has been in the second half of the cloud road for a long time!"

The wind-swept back disappeared around the bend in the mountain road.

Nangong Ziyan looked at it in a daze, and at some point a tear crossed the corner of her eye, she didn't know why she felt inexplicably heartbroken for that person.

A distant voice sounded from the bend in the road.

"I don't want to outrun anyone, but at least, I want to outrun myself!"

Nangong Ziyan quietly looked at the bend of the mountain road, looking at the back that had long been invisible.

......

Soon after walking through the bend, the wind cleared and gradually could see the clouds and mist in front of him, and the ascetic still stood in front of the fog, and he still did not enter the fog, standing quietly.

The dervishes are not as embarrassed as the others, with a smile on their faces all the time, and the shabby monk's robes are still there, swaying in the wind, quite dusty.

When the ascetic monk climbed the mountain at the bottom of the mountain, the wind cleared and saw that the monk's cultivation realm was not lower than Wang Qifei, at least half a step to turn into qi.

Looking at the ascetic monk who still had strength left in front of him, but did not move forward, Feng Qingyang was a little puzzled why this monk did not leave.

"Why don't you leave?" asked Feng Qingyang.

The smile on the dervishe's face was still the same, and he shook his head slightly: "The weirdness in front is not suitable for me, I'll just be here." ”

After saying this, the ascetic's eyes fell on Feng Qingyang's body, and he looked at Feng Qingyang's injured body, and smiled even more, as if he knew something: "Why is the donor so embarrassed?"

"I'd love to ask you why you're not embarrassed?" replied Feng Qingyang.

The ascetic still smiled: "The donor is a person who fights for heaven, which is rare in the world, and I am a person who is obedient to heaven." ”

Feng Qingyang shook his head: "Pointing to the clouds and mist ahead, you are not a person who is in the sky, and no one who has set foot on this road is not." ”

"The donor has great wisdom, why did he ask more questions just now? The poor monk is from Zhongzhou, and he hasn't asked the donor for his name?"

"The wind is clear, coming from a distant homeland. ”

After hearing this, the dervish nodded to Feng Qingyang, stepped aside, and watched Feng Qingyang slowly leave.

After a while, the wind was clear, just like Wang Qifei just now, and walked into the fog.

The dervish looked at his figure disappearing into the fog, his palms pressed together and erected, and he recited some kind of scripture.

......

The top of the Taibai Snow Mountain, the gathering place of the disciples of the Absolute Sword Sect.

"Senior brother, the wind is clear, and the senior brother has entered the fog. ”

"Senior brother, why don't we go and ask him to stop, I think his injuries may not last long, his sternum seems to be broken, and he is coughing up blood all the way. ”

"Yes, Senior Brother, why don't we go and apply to the elders?"

Ying Hai looked at the group of senior brothers and sighed: "As soon as the 'Ascending to Heaven Road' is opened, outsiders will never be allowed to interfere, since this is the path he has chosen, let him continue to walk." A person like him won't die easily. ”

After speaking, Ying Hai's hands were faintly clenched, how could he not worry, since that day of the duel, Ying Hai investigated everywhere and almost found out the character of the breeze, and said secretly in his heart, you are my confessed brother-in-law, don't die on the "road to heaven" so absurdly.