In one of the restaurants in a small town that is not very prosperous, a boy about nine years old suddenly sat up from his bed and gasped for breath.

The same nightmare, repeated for the past two years, in the haze, it seemed that a person who was very important to him was beaten into a blood mist.

When I woke up, I couldn't remember anything.

He squinted heavily, shook his head, then opened his diamond-shaped eyes, pondered for a moment, and began to dress.

At the age of nine, even though he is far more stable than an adult in many behaviors, his memory is only two years old, and as for the memory of two years ago, he only heard others talk about it, but never remembered it.

When he got out of bed, he draped an off-white trench coat that lay at the head of the bed, and the back of the trench coat was embroidered with a round of red sun. The light shines through the window on the red sun of the trench coat, shining like the sun in the sky.

This is the representative symbol of the True Yang Sect, and it can also be said to be the guarantee of walking in the True Yang Domain. Most of the monks, once they saw someone wearing such garments, generally did not dare to provoke them.

"It's time for the next one. ”

Whispering to himself, he tightened his belt, freshened up casually, and pushed the door out of the room.

As he was stepping out, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl in the next room on the right, who was also wearing the costume of the True Yang Sect, also pushed the door out. The girl's bright eyes bent, and she smiled kindly at him

"Uncle Leng Feng, woke up so soon?"

That's right, now that he is here, the True Yang Sect calls him Leng Feng. And the girl with a ponytail and a pale complexion called a younger than her uncle as a senior uncle, just because the master of the cold wind was a baby Taoist of the True Yang Sect, and his seniority was extremely high.

Leng Feng glanced at the girl who was outside the right hand, and then walked towards the staircase of the restaurant, and said

"Yue'er, what's next?"

The girl named Yue'er hurriedly followed, walking side by side with the cold wind, and said

"It seems to be a fog body. ”

When Leng Feng went downstairs, he stood on his feet. He didn't know anything about the fog body, but as long as it was those people in the True Yang Domain who had no backers and wanted to compete with him for the master of the Hengshan Path, he would defeat or kill them.

Although Yue'er's appearance looks sickly, her smile is so vibrant that people can't help but want to get close to her.

The pale lips opened slightly, then closed again.

Leng Fengjun's eyes swept to the right, and he said

"What do you want to say?"

Yue'er smiled, and when she went downstairs, she flicked her head and waist ponytail, showing her youthful vitality.

"Actually, Uncle Shi doesn't have to be so anxious to meet the people who are competing for the list of Dao Masters, Yue'er feels that there should be no one in the entire True Yang Domain who can compare with Uncle Shi. ”

As they spoke, the two walked out of the restaurant and headed towards the outskirts of the town.

Half an hour later, the two of them walked into a stone forest, which was full of milky white stones, and most of them were towering. The height can be nearly 30 zhang, and the short ones are no more than a human height, and it seems that these stones seem to have life, and will slowly grow taller with the years.

The cold wind stood on the top of a towering sharp stone, and as far as the eye could see, there was no end to the stone forest.

Then he jumped down from the sharp stone and landed beside Yue'er, saying

"Are you there through this stone forest?"

Yue'er nodded, squinting her eyes and smiling, while constantly throwing the pebbles in her hand, said

"This stone forest has hundreds of miles of land, Uncle Shi, should we speed up?"

"No need. Leng Feng said lightly, and then walked towards the depths of the stone forest.

I don't know if it's deliberately arranged or what, since the cold wind came to the True Yang Sect, it was Yue'er who accompanied the cold wind the most. And now he feels like a cold wind. The cold wind blew, and the back and neck were cold.

And Yue'er, if she didn't smile, her pale face would indeed look like a cold person. But Yue'er is naturally optimistic and romantic, approachable, although her smile is not as good as that of the peerless beauty, but it is also a bit beautiful, and her often smiling face will also make people feel very easy to get along with her.

The True Yang Sect only has Yue'er to get along with the cold wind. If the cold wind is an extremely cold Jedi, then the moon is the bright moon hanging in the sky, even if it can't bring warmth to the cold land, but once you look at the bright moon, there is still a little warmth in your heart.

After walking for nearly an hour, the sun gradually rose and shone on the milky white stone forest, making the stone forest even brighter.

Suddenly, a white shadow on the rock wall moved, it was a lizard-like beast that was very similar to the color of the stone forest, and its whole body was nearly three feet long. It was lying in ambush on a boulder, its body clinging to the stone wall.

Its eyes can rotate three hundred and sixty degrees, and if you don't look closely, you can't see a little black in the center except for white.

The little darkness in the pupils of his eyes stared at the two figures that slowly walked below, turning as the figures walked.

When passing by the beast, Leng Feng's eyes slanted, but he didn't care, and continued to move forward.

And Yue'er, turning her head, looked at the beast lurking on the stone wall, just glanced at it casually, and ignored it.

After the two of them had traveled a certain distance, the beast kicked on the rock wall with its hind legs, opened its huge mouth, and quickly rushed towards the two.

Leng Feng's expression remained unchanged and walked forward slowly. Just as the beast was about to bite the cold wind, a golden sword suddenly rushed out of its body, and the golden sword quickly expanded and fell from the sky, accurately inserting it into the beast's neck.

The beast was caught by the golden sword, and its bloody mouth was only a foot away from the cold wind. At first, the beast didn't seem to feel pain, and its nerves couldn't react, and the golden sword had pierced its neck. It wasn't until the cold wind drove away that the beast roared in pain and struggled, but nothing helped.

Now he is called the cold wind by the True Yang Sect, and the sword is even more like a cold light, as fast as light, and I don't know how much faster than before.

After a few moments, the beast's body was covered with its own blood, and it was no longer able to struggle, and its eyes gradually closed.

The Slashing Sword suddenly turned into a golden light and rushed into the cold wind's body, and the cold wind still walked towards the depths of the stone forest without looking back, as if what had just happened had not happened.

Yue'er smiled, looked at the cold wind, took a low breath, and walked backwards with the cold wind, until she couldn't see the corpse of the beast, and then turned around.

A few hours passed, and the two of them were still moving forward slowly, Yue'er, who had been following the cold wind for a long time, seemed to have some understanding of the cold wind now, and she was not in a hurry, but she didn't understand that if she went on like this, it might take a few days to get out of the stone forest, and the cold wind wanted to challenge the fog body on the one hand, but it didn't seem to be in a hurry.

For months, Leng Feng has been looking for opponents on foot, and defeating one opponent and immediately going to the next opponent.

"Uncle Shi, there are still three months to go before the selection of the Hengshan Dao, and at this time, I'm afraid your opponents are all cultivating diligently. Yue'er couldn't help but be a little curious, it stands to reason that Leng Feng was very eager to get the title of Hengshan Path Master, but in these critical months, he chose to find an opponent, and he wasted a lot of cultivation time because of walking, did he really have so much confidence to win the Hengshan Path Master?

Leng Feng said lightly

"I'm cultivating. ”

"Oh?" Yue'er had a puzzled look on her face, not knowing how cold wind could be considered cultivation when she was walking, or when she was fighting against people. But seeing that Leng Feng didn't seem to mean to continue, Yue'er didn't ask more.

For ordinary people, they don't know that when Leng Feng is not using the soul body's spiritual power, the soul body is cultivating all the time. The reason why he didn't fly in the sky was because flying in the sky required the consumption of soul power, so he couldn't cultivate.

On the other hand, even though Leng Feng can't remember what happened two years ago, the cross mantra of the mantra of King Ming of the Third Dynasty, 'Om, Su, Ni, Moo, Tiller, Po, Ah, Hu, Puff, Bind' has always been hidden in the depths of Leng Feng's soul. The cross mantra is repeated in the depths of the cold wind's imperceptible subconscious, as well as in the turtle tide.

Today's cold wind has long forgotten about the cross mantra, but a long time ago, this cross mantra was already a part of his soul body, which is like a beating heart, it is moving anytime and anywhere, and it is impossible to control and difficult to perceive.

Hengshan talked about the Tao, he naturally took a fancy to it, but in the past two years, he has been in the True Yang Sect and rarely fights with others. But he knew that combat experience was also very important, and he left the sect this time to improve his combat experience.

Every time he fights someone, he spends days digesting the fight so that he can make better choices in the next fight.

Leng Feng's face looked calm, but his mind kept thinking about the previous fights and the fights he had seen.

I kept simulating the picture of the fight in my mind, and gradually my mind seemed to become a battlefield. But the fighting experience brought by virtual warfare is definitely not as useful as actual combat, unless Leng Feng's consciousness can reach the next field and simulate real fighting.

Although this is a world where all bodies compete for supremacy and thousands of senses dominate, there are still many extraordinary physique that have been buried or eliminated. The word genius is just the opinion of secular people, but in the eyes of Leng Feng, genius is only cultivating while others are resting.