The night was misty, and a black shadow that seemed to be fast and slow flew over the night sky.

In a moment, the black shadow was closer, and Feng Qingyang finally saw the true face of the black shadow of Lushan.

Eight figures wearing silver silk and black robes carried a gloomy sedan chair, the sedan chair was about one zhang long and wide, the whole body was pitch black, like black iron, reflecting a little dark light in the moonlight, the black sedan chair was like a whole huge black iron chiseled out, heavy, weird, exuding a forest but terrifying atmosphere.

Eight black shadows carried this iron sedan chair, floating lightly in the night sky, as if there was nothing to bear, if it was seen by a warrior in a fragile mood, it was inevitable that he would be startled by this forest momentum, not to mention ordinary people, I am afraid that when I saw it, I would be frightened by this cold breath. But fortunately, Feng Qingyang has the foundation of the sword saint's state of mind in his previous life, and after coming to the Tianwu Continent, he was used to seeing strange things, and now he has long been surprised, not to mention that as a swordsman, he should be able to ward off all evils, how can he be easily intimidated by this secluded breath. The sword is rather bent than bent, and the swordsman is better to die than to bend.

Besides, these eight black shadows are not real ghosts, they must have cultivated a strange technique or body method that moves away from the edge, otherwise they wouldn't be so erratic and abnormal in their actions, as if they were invisible.

"The feet are full of Xuanfeng, and the volley is empty? This is what Brother Wu Lei once said about the martial artists of the Gathering Sea Realm? Brother Wu once said that the strongest of the Great Song Kingdom is the Gathering Sea Realm, and there are only a few people in the whole country, but there are a full eight of them here! Looking at this aura, it seems to be comparable to the undefeated Great Elder of the Taibai Sword Sect. If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, it would have been unbelievable!" Since Feng Qingyang was reborn, he has fused dual souls, and how strong his spiritual power is, it has long exceeded the imagination of martial artists in the same realm, coupled with years of sword cultivation and cultivation, his eyesight is outstanding, just a slight glance, he quickly came to the conclusion, he can't see through the strength of these eight black shadows, but through the comparison of breaths, he can roughly analyze and draw conclusions.

Looking at the black shadows in the distance, Feng Qingyang's back couldn't help but feel a chill, and he couldn't help but secretly think in his heart, what kind of person was sitting in the black sedan chair, just carrying the sedan chair There were eight strong people in the Juhai Realm, if these black shadows did not appear as expected by Feng Qingyang, they were generally comparable to the undefeated cultivation, and it felt terrible to think about it, eight strong people in the late stage of the Juhai Realm, the entire Great Song Kingdom did not add up to so much. It's too exaggerated, and there are only one result for a full eight people who can be carried by a powerhouse in the late stage of the Gathering Sea Realm like this, no matter how you think about it—a powerhouse of the Concentration Realm. Otherwise, you are not qualified to bear these eight sedan chairs!

Thinking of this, Feng Qingyang couldn't help but lick his slightly dry lips, Da Song, it has been too long since a martial artist of the Concentration God Realm has appeared in the activity, and the strongest of the most powerful sects in this river and lake, such as the Sect Master of the Taibai Sword Sect Ying Wuxi, the Dao Heaven Sect Sect advocate Dao Lin, the Sect Master of the Linglong Sect Shangguan Linglong, and the Sect Master of the Demon Dao Heavenly Evil Sect Lang Ya are all strong people at the peak of the Gathering Sea Realm, and the strongest of the other sects are only in the late stage of the Gathering Sea Realm. But this kind of strength is earth-shattering enough in this Great Song Dynasty, it is rare to meet an opponent, this time the strong man of the Divine Realm comes out of the mountain, and the five hundred years of peace in the Great Song Dynasty rivers and lakes are probably about to be broken!

Feng Qingyang shook his head slowly, and his originally warm palms couldn't help but sweat slightly.

"Why are you still in the stable, since the horse is already on a leash, go back to rest, it's too late." Outside the stable, the maid who had just led the wind back to the wing room was standing outside the stable with a basin of blood-stained hot water and said.

"Okay, I'll be right back. Feng Qingyang bent down again and stroked the neck of the black horse, at this moment the horse had bent its legs and fell asleep, and a trace of horse snoring could be heard faintly, and slowly turned around and left the stable.

The wing room is quite large, and there are many decorative antiques in it, and there is a rounded table in the center of the room, and a bright candle lamp is lit on it, and the candle lamp emits a bright yellow light, which corresponds to the candlesticks in the corners of the rest of the room, lighting up the whole room.

Closing the door and sitting cross-legged on the bed, Feng Qingyang began to practice day after day.

In his previous life, Feng Qingyang was also extremely diligent and diligent in his cultivation, but he had not yet reached the realm of selflessness that he now had to sleep and eat, and his mind regarded everything else as nothing, except for the operation of true qi, there were no other distracting thoughts in his heart, all of this was to prepare for cultivation, although the restriction of the exercises of Ning Yuan Gong was at the peak of the early stage of condensation, but in recent days, with Feng Qingyang's hard work and combat understanding, the cultivation barrier of the peak of his own early stage of condensation seems to have been loosened, so that Feng Qingyang has the opportunity to break through the limit of the exercises. Cultivation is like this, even if it is difficult and dangerous, in the face of these difficulties, either bravely or overcome, the truly strong will not be resigned to the status quo and lose to fate! Hard work day and night can make a person a genius!

Originally, Feng Qingyang was already very tired today, and he needed to sleep and rest to relieve his physical fatigue after the battle. But after seeing the eight black sedan chairs tonight, there was always an uneasy mood lingering in his heart, and his intuition told him that Da Song, there were great changes that would come, maybe this might just be the beginning, but all this was enough to make him under pressure and have to hurry up every minute to cultivate.

As for whether it is groundless, it is still unknown, but it is much better to prevent it than to do nothing, at least before the catastrophe comes, there is more power to protect yourself.

The true qi in the body surrounds, slowly running around the meridians Zhou Tian, the cycle repeats, the passage of each day and the week, the thin aura between the heaven and earth of the Great Song Dynasty seems to be mobilized, and it gathers towards the wind Qingyang's body, the breath is gentle, and the true qi in the dantian seems to have a little more.

In the second half of the night, the sound of drizzle outside the house broke the silence of the night, and the earth was washed with a bang, I don't know whether I was crying for the blood-stained earth, or telling the sorrow for the unknown deceased.

The rain continued until the next morning.

In the west wing, Feng Qingyang had already opened his eyes at this moment, got out of bed, and slowly walked towards the outside of the house, last night's cultivation made his understanding of Ning Yuan Gong more profound, and his own true qi seemed to have grown a little bit unintentionally, which can be regarded as an unexpected joy, presumably it will not be long before he can advance to the middle stage of condensation before the assessment of the Nine Sects.

As soon as he stepped out of the threshold, he saw a maid standing in front of his door, and when she saw the wind blowing out of the door, she bowed to him, and then said, "Young man, please go with me to wash up, and I will take you to meet Madame after breakfast." ”

Feng Qingyang nodded slightly, and followed the maid out of the door of the West Wing.