At this moment, a cold figure walked in front of him, the wind was clear and the hairs trembled all over his body, and the figure looked extremely familiar.

So he squeezed through the crowd and followed the figure in front of him.

The speed of that figure was extremely fast, and there was no sky at all, but he did not hide his cultivation, and the surging mana fluctuations clearly told him that he was also in the realm of the early stage of foundation building.

"Pretend to be a ghost, the dark night ghost market can't fight with blood, I want to see what tricks you play!" Feng Qingyang snorted coldly, and he also used his mana, and quickly followed.

Now he is at the peak of the late jumping corpse, coupled with the 'copper skin and iron bones', his body distance is not less than tens of thousands of catties, and he also has his own temporary spells, as long as he does not meet any powerful foundation building monks, he is fearless, even if he can't beat it, but it is more than enough to run.

I saw him turning around in the narrow alley, and finally stopped with his back to the wind.

"I know you're following me!" he said without looking back.

Feng Qing raised his eyebrows and frowned, this voice was indeed very familiar, but he really couldn't remember it for a while.

So he asked vigilantly, "Who are you?"

"Boom...... Don't you know me?" the figure turned around, revealing a handsome face.

Feng Qingyang's heart was shocked, he knew this person, and he had robbed him, and almost killed him, it was none other than the former genius disciple of Maoshan!

"Are you one?" Although his appearance has not changed, his aura has changed more than a notch, and he has actually broken through to the foundation building period in a short period of time.

A monk who was about twenty-five years old and twenty-five years old in the foundation building period was also a great genius.

"Yes, you remember my ......"

An evil smile was sneering, the aura he exuded at the moment was both good and evil, it looked quite weird, and he was dressed like an ordinary casual cultivator.

"I'm not here to trouble you, but to tell you that your trouble is coming. One then grinned and laughed.

Hearing this, Feng Qingyang's heart moved again, "Trouble me? Could it be that someone here recognizes my identity?"

"By the way, don't count on the Ghost King Sect now, they are also taking care of themselves now, hahaha...... If you survive after this, I will admit that you can be my opponent......"

Laughing as he spoke, the flying sword stepped under his feet in a flash, and then broke through the air.

Feng Qingyang looked at the departing one, was silent for a long time, frowned, and pondered whether what he said was true or false, but things could not be groundless, it was better to be careful.

So he walked out of the alley, and instead of going back to the gambling house, he continued to wander around the ghost market.

The scope of the ghost market is quite large, and various transactions emerge in endlessly, you can barter for goods, or you can exchange for huàn spirit stones.

The wind is clear and the breath is astringent, walking in the bazaar, looking like an ordinary person.

A word echoed in his head, and he scurried around with his head buried.

Bang!

Bumping into a person head-on, Feng Qingyang looked up, and a burly man wearing a cloak and carrying a big sword appeared in his eyes.

"Look for death, you!" he snorted coldly, then turned around and flew away, it was actually a foundation building period monk again.

Feng Qing raised his eyebrows, he always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't remember it, so he added a careful note and walked again, but he didn't know that a special mark had been added to his body, but he didn't know it.

This time he was walking down the street, and instead of looking around, he looked at the monks around him in thought.

It's okay not to look at it, but I was shocked at a glance, I don't know if he is suspicious by nature, but this time I looked at it and found that many people in the bazaar were looking at him coldly, and there was a murderous flash in his eyes unabashedly.

And from time to time in the crowd, there are foundation building monks walking by.

"Could it be that the monks in the foundation building period are all cabbages now?"

Feng Qingyang was uneasy and immediately walked towards the gambling house.

He hadn't taken a few steps before he stopped again, and this time he was convinced of the words.

Because there were several Maoshan people in front of him, one of them was Li Xiao, but there were no real people in the ranks.

Li Xiao was followed by eight or nine disciples at the peak of Qi refining, like stars and moons, watching the wind from afar, but they didn't attack, but they turned around with a gloomy cold snort.

This qiē looks very weird, if there is an enemy here, the wind is clear and fearless, but this kind of person hidden in the shadows is the most headache for him.

All show that guns are easy to dodge, and hidden arrows are difficult to defend. Enemies lurking in the shadows may be ready to strike you a fatal blow at any moment.

Feng Qingyang kicked a little bit again, knowing that what he said was true, but he didn't know why he would report to him. I'm afraid that if he wants to break his head, he won't think that he has already betrayed the Maoshan Zhengtian faction.

"Tomorrow is Xiaozhu's eighteenth birthday, so you can't just leave empty-handed!" Feng Qingyang muttered to himself.

He has never been afraid of anyone, who is he? He is the owner of the bloodline of the dignified corpse king - the innate zombie!

So he returned to the gambling house and entered a side room in the back courtyard under the strange twilight of everyone.

Zhu Youqian and Danyun are alchemizing, and Zhu Xuezhu doesn't seem to show up, but Feng Qingyang is relieved in his heart, after all, if the two of them meet, I'm afraid it will only be embarrassing.

Back in the room, he found a palm-sized piece of golden silk nanmu and sat at the head of the bed and pondered.

This golden silk nanmu is not a precious material in the cultivation realm, unless it is the kind of year, such as the 10,000-year-old golden silk nanmu is almost worth a superb spirit stone.

Brush!

He has a finger, and the nail hair of his index finger comes out, and what he likes most most in the later jumping corpse is that he can freely shrink his nails and fangs, and he can see the sun, so that it is convenient for ordinary people.

"What should I do?"

Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he said, "There you have it!"

He was an archaeologist, so he was very good at carving and subtlety.

I used my fingernails as a knife and carved it on the piece of golden silk wood.

At this moment, there was nothing else in his mind, only the appearance of Zhu Xuezhu standing on the shore of the lake and being blown by the majestic wind with his long hair blown.

In the room, only the sound of his fingernails scratching the golden silk nanmu.

A trace of debris drifted off, and the golden silk nanmu began to take shape slowly, but after a long time, it has begun to take shape.

"If you give this to her, she will be very happy compared to her......" At this moment, Feng Qingyang had nothing else in his heart, only Zhu Xuezhu.

For Zhu Xuezhu, there is no love, but it can only be said that I like this quiet and sweet girl very much.

Zizizizi!

The sharp nails slid again, and the eyebrows, eyes, and nose slowly appeared, looking like a real person.

The nails moved faster and faster, and the human form became more and more obvious, and finally, the wind blew away the crumbs on his hands, and raised the puppet in his hand to take a look.

I saw that the thin eyebrows were faintly visible, the big smart eyes, the clothes with the random outline of the nails looked very dusty, and the place where the hair was changed by him and a flower was added.

The more the wind clears, the more happy I become, and I can't put it down.

"If that's the case, as long as she waits for her birthday to pass tomorrow, and then uses the 'Xuanyin Refining Body Array' well, then I can also leave......"