As he spoke, he shook his shirt and bowed his hands.

This situation, this scene, this sincerity, can be described as full of momentum, without the slightest falsehood, and a sincere awe and piety are revealed under a bow.

In the eyes of outsiders, his worship is enough pomp, but in the eyes of the true spirit, it is not the case, and others may not understand the meaning of his demonic energy.

But in the eyes of the true spirit, it is a different situation, although his existence zài, although he has been in retreat all year round, he is not a person who does not listen to what is going on outside the window.

Feng Qingyang's arrival in the Nine Heavenly Palace, as well as the matter of becoming the seventh disciple of the City Lord of the Sin City, he naturally only knew clearly, and at the beginning he still sighed why he didn't have such a disciple.

And in this way, the young man who once sighed is standing clearly in front of him, and in the end, he also has a special feeling in his heart, which is appreciation, and admiration.

Although he is a Terran monk, he does not have that kind of racial distinction, and he does not have the idea that zombies should be puppets in his eyes, and it is precisely because of this that he can become a true spirit and become a true spirit respected by thousands of demon clans.

The ancient sword swayed, and finally precipitated, which can be regarded as a worship of the breeze, after all, his existence may represent the lord of the city of sin.

He is not an ordinary person, naturally he knows who this city lord is, after a long time, he withdrew his gaze to look at Feng Qingyang, and he couldn't see the change of expression on his face, but Feng Qingyang could clearly feel a kind of affection.

"Seniors, juniors have something to ask for. ”

After thinking for a moment, Feng Qingyang finally spoke, he didn't want to see the melee break out below, of course, this was just his appearance, in the end, he wanted to use the monks in it to make himself go through the calamity. But this is selfishness, and he won't say it.

As he spoke, the monks of the four major cities and the place of exile all fell silent, looking at the wind for some reason, only the great power who had entered the forbidden land with him, his expression was strange, and his eyes showed a thoughtful look.

The true spirit was silent, and did not say yes, but did not refuse, but looked deeply at the wind clear, and a pair of deep eyes were particularly bright, like a star.

He naturally knew what Feng Qingyang wanted to say, and originally wanted to refuse, but if he refused like this, he would directly disobey the will of Sin City.

Sin City is different from other forces, especially the Nine Heavenly Palace, which is a vast heaven and earth, and although it belongs to the spirit world, it is a small world opened up by the city lord alone.

There are only seven people there, each of them is a super power that has shocked the ages, the eldest disciple Qian Yanli was on a par with him a thousand years ago, and now a thousand years have passed, he is still the same, but what about Qianyanli?

His unpredictable sword dao supernatural powers, it is rumored that he can cut out a reincarnation with one sword, and the eldest disciple is so strong, not to mention the rest of the disciples.

What's more, at this time, a small token appeared in Feng Qingyang's palm, and this token was the identity mark of the Chongtian Palace, obviously Feng Qingyang moved out of the name of the city lord.

In this way, he had to buy face, but in his heart he secretly admired Feng Qingyang's delicate mind, originally thinking that he was just a young and frivolous young man who was not inferior.

But now it seems that where is the slightest bit of arrogance and inferiority on the other side? It is clear that he is a wise man who is brave and resourceful, who does not lack the will to defy the sky, but also does not have the stupidity of a reckless man.

"Tell me, what's the matter. The true spirit opened his mouth lightly, and as soon as these words came out, everyone below, especially the people in the four major cities, all widened their eyes, looking at the true spirit sitting on the ancient sword in disbelief.

Since ancient times, the true spirits have rarely spoken, and even if they do, it is not the case, they do not know the identity of the wind and the clear air, so they do not understand why the true spirit will give it a lot of face after the wind is clear.

"How can I let go of the people in the Exiled Lands below?" Feng Qingyang was so clever that he didn't directly plead for mercy, but kicked the question to the true spirit.

Like playing Tai Chi, he can't be the first to expose the thoughts in his heart, otherwise he can only let himself fall into a kind of passivity, if he kicks the problem to the other party, maybe the situation will change.

Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, everyone's faces changed greatly, and even the true spirit couldn't help but look at Feng Qingyang's eyes more, looking at him below, neither humble nor arrogant, his eyes flashed with wisdom Feng Qingyang, although he didn't like his cleverness at this time.

But for endless years, especially after he became a true spirit, it seemed that he was the first person who dared to speak to himself like this, and he couldn't help but laugh secretly, but he was looking forward to it all the time, wanting to see what Feng Qingyang wanted.

"The cultivator of exile is a great evildoer, everyone is imprisoned here only if they have committed a heinous crime, you say, how can I let them go?"

Feng Qingyang is smart, but the true spirit is not stupid, he has been cultivating for thousands of years, how can he be the kind of old decay that eats the ancients? Since Feng Qingyang wants to play Tai Chi with him, then he simply accompanies him to play for a while.

True Spirit was secretly amused in his heart, he never thought that he would have such a fun scene, his words made Feng Qingyang stunned, and even made everyone below burst into tears.

The god-like true spirit is laughing like this with a monk who met for the first time at this moment, not to mention that there is no one after him, but now it is definitely unprecedented.

"Saving zài, there is a reason for saving zài, can my predecessors know about my zombie clan?"

Feng Qingyang said with a deep meaning, and one sentence led the question to himself, so that no matter how the true spirit answered, it could not be perfected.

If it is said that the zombie clan cannot exist in the world, but his appearance is personally guided by the great god Roaring Zun, and if it is said that it can exist in the world, but it will be suppressed by the way of heaven.

The true spirit was silent, and after a while, his eyes flashed, and he just saw the eyes that were clear and fluttering, and he couldn't help but feel a touch of joy.

For countless years, everyone in the world thought that the true spirits were ruthless, but no one knew that they were also flesh and blood.

Today, when the wind is clear, a kind of liking suddenly appears in the old man's frozen heart, which is the care of the elders for the heirs of the next generation.

It can be said that if Feng Qingyang grovels and pleads, I am afraid that it will only backfire, not only to make his own identity, but also to arouse the disgust of the true spirit.

And now his actions have just been loved by the true spirit, and his own identity is unusual.

Not only does he have the identity of a disciple of the Nine Heavenly Palace, but he also has the title of the son of Feng Shui of the Ghost King Sect, and countless auras gather together, setting him off extraordinary.

"I know about the zombie clan, but what does this have to do with the people who can't let go?"

The people of the four great cities looked at each other, and they didn't know why today's true spirits were so good at talking, and they had been idling with a new acquaintance for so long.