Chapter 1062: Warning

Feng Xinxiao left, leaving extremely resolutely, losing completely.

This big competition, no one thought that it would end in this way, and it ended after only two competitions.

To be honest, Feng Xinxiao was scared. Ouyang Ming has become a demon left in his heart, and there is only one word to describe it - abnormal. If there is another competition, who knows what kind of moths will be made, he still participates in the formation competition? Who knows how good his attainments in formation are, if he loses again, it will really be over.

To be honest, leaving early before the competition is over is really a foolish move. It loses both courage and heart.

Some things cannot be retreated. Once you have the intention to retreat and dare not go forward bravely, you will be washed down by the road, and it will be difficult to approach.

He Jian, if he hadn't avenged the strong in the clan, would he have been able to break through the venerable? Not necessarily, tormented by guilt, pain, and despair day and night, indulging in this kind of state of mind and not falling into the evil way is already lucky, and if you want to break your soul and become a god, let's dream! The awe-inspiring righteousness in his heart dissipated, and the sword edge was no longer pure. How could the sword in his hand be sharp? How can you shatter the stars? So he went and blocked the Venerable's three moves, although the defeat was glorious.

But now, although Feng Xinxiao's matter is a trivial matter, his style of handling things can be deduced from point to point.

To put it bluntly, this person is nothing to worry about, even if he has ambitions, he doesn't have the execution power to maintain his ambitions.

On the winding path, mist filled the air, summer flowers flourished, butterflies chasing bees, it was a leisurely scene.

With every step Feng Xinxiao took, the ground would be shaken, his face was gloomy, as if water would drip out.

"Young master, what should we do now?" An old man in gray robe slowly revealed his figure and asked softly.

"Oh, I lost this time, but next time, I want to win it back." He gritted his teeth hard and made a "creaking" sound, which was a bit cold no matter how it sounded.

"Young master has ambition, I believe this day is not far away..." the old man complimented.

"Let's go!" He shook his head.

The Seven Star Pagoda has nine floors in total. Feng Tian stands by the railing, looking down at the ground.

His eyes were deep, and his expression was not angry and majestic.

"Daddy, the child has lost." Feng Xinxiao stepped on the stairs and walked up, although the depression in her voice was deeply hidden, Feng Tian could still hear it.

"Your inner demons are growing." Feng Tian stared straight into Feng Xinxiao's eyes, and said straight to the point.

Feng Xinxiao didn't know how to answer, she lowered her head calmly.

"Look at me." Feng Tian's voice was not loud, but it carried a force of law, which made Feng Xinxiao's heart tremble, and she quickly raised her head. He only felt that a fairy sword that could cut through the ages was hanging above his head, and it might fall down at any time, making him die. In just a moment, the back was soaked in cold sweat, like being soaked in ice water, and fine beads of sweat appeared on the forehead. But he didn't even dare to raise his hand to wipe it. At this moment, a strong man in the imperial realm is as fragile as an ant.

Just when he found it difficult to even breathe, when his eyes were getting darker and darker, and the whole world was shaking, Feng Tian slowly looked away.

He flicked his sleeves, and his voice was extremely cold: "When the heavens have miscalculations, let alone a monk. In my life, before I set foot on the throne, I won more and lost more. After going through hardships,

Finally become the king. what about you? I don't even have the courage to face up to failure, and that's what chills me. Only by learning to sum up experience from failures can we make progress. Have you forgotten what I taught you? If this kind of thing happens again, you should get down from that position. "The sound was not loud, but it resonated with the space, shaking Feng Xinxiao's body to churn.

"I see..." Feng Xinxiao nodded vigorously.

After saying these words, there was silence above the pavilion.

After ten or so breaths, Feng Tian took the initiative to speak, his voice softened a bit, and he said in a deep voice, "We invite Ou Yangming to host a banquet."

Although Feng Xinxiao was puzzled in her heart, she didn't open her mouth to refute. She nodded slightly, hesitated for a moment, and then asked out the doubt in her heart: "Do you want to see him in person?"

Fengtian didn't answer, but said something inexplicable: "There are only two kinds of people in this world, enemies and friends, it depends on how he chooses."

That night.

In the center of the terrace, Ouyang Ming was told to be surrounded by a group of Feng clan strong men, and it was difficult to escape. These strong men all had fanaticism in their eyes.

It was indeed Ouyang Ming's performance in this competition that was too amazing.

Forging magic weapons, refining longevity pills, of course, the most important thing is that the blood of the Feng clan is so strong that it is unimaginable.

Even one thing like this is enough to cause a sensation. What's more, Ouyang Ming completed the three tasks in one go, and also scared away the usually high-spirited main battle group, and severely slapped him in the face.

Feng Xiang looked at Ouyang Ming's back, cleared his throat, coughed, and immediately, more than 70% of the eyes were looking at him.

He pondered for a moment, and said softly: "Today is indeed a day worth remembering, because we have taken a step towards peace and prosperity. This is the joint efforts of everyone. Of course, the credit is all Master Ou's, and no one can take it away Suddenly, there was a burst of laughter in the field, the distance between them was much less, and the hug was much tighter. This is Fengxiang's personality charm.

He walked up to Ouyang Ming and bowed his hands.

But Ouyang Ming twisted his body and dodged it.

Feng Xiang didn't care, and smiled heartily: "Master Ou, please!" As he spoke, he moved his right hand forward.

The cold wind blows and blows up the dead leaves on the ground. The silhouettes of a group of people gradually dissipate under the moonlight, and the silhouettes become longer and longer.

Inside the gazebo, Ouyang Ming and Feng Xiang sat facing each other.

There is a stove in front of him, the charcoal fire is burning very well, and a jug of wine is placed on the stove, which is a unique wine of the Feng clan, and the gods are drunk.

This kind of wine is invaluable in the vast world, and it can be encountered but not sought. Even within the Feng Clan, they would not easily entertain guests. Of course, with Ouyang Ming's current status, he could naturally drink.

The gazebo is built in the middle of the lake. It is summer and there are countless pink lotus flowers.

Or charming and delicate, or graceful, or pure and white, in short, it is a word, competing for beauty.

"Come on, try this wine. Immortals are so drunk that I can't bear to drink it on weekdays." After speaking, Feng Xiang got up and poured a full glass for Ouyang Ming, and poured a glass for himself. Within the Feng Clan, there are not many people who can make Feng Xiang serve wine, but there are definitely not many. The total number does not exceed twenty, but now there is one more person, Ou Yangming.

Hearing what Feng Xiang said, Ou Yangming was also quite moved.

Although they didn't get along for a long time, he had a good understanding of Feng Xiang's temperament. Although he is proud and conceited, he says what he has to say and seeks truth from facts. During this period of time, he treated Ouyang Ming even more meticulously. Although the word used here is a bit ambiguous, it is the truth.

But now, even he highly recommends this kind of wine.

It can only explain one thing, it is not easy to get drunk.

Ou Yangming looked at the wine in the glass, which was pale green and exuded majestic spiritual power. He licked his lips, picked up the wine glass, and raised his head to take a big sip of Immortal Drunk. A mellow aroma spread along his tongue and penetrated to the bottom of his heart. All kinds of things from the past appeared in front of his eyes, Old Jiangtou, Ni Yinghong...even some little people whose names he couldn't remember. After a cup of tea, he saw everything from the perspective of a bystander.

He sighed softly: "People, you have to live in the present moment, cherish your present..."

This sentence came from his heart, seeing all the past, he cherishes the present even more.

Feng Xiang took a deep look at him, and said inexplicably, "This is good wine..."

Ouyang Ming understood what he meant, nodded and said: "The spiritual power in this wine is extremely thick, like a trickle nourishing the body. This is no longer wine, it is more precious than that fairy liquid. You are Fengxiang, the emperor of the Feng clan The wine produced by the strong will not be bad. I know what you want me to do, and I will do it as if this fairy is drunk. There are only a handful of people in the entire Phoenix family who can drink. If you drink with me, I am afraid that this will also happen. Extremely difficult."

"I didn't expect you to have this understanding." Feng Xiang praised.

"Everything is very simple, as long as you don't lose your mind, you can see the essence." Ouyang Ming said.

"To be able to teach a genius like Brother Ou, it seems that Brother Ou's master must be a terrific master." Feng Xiang pursed his lips and looked at the lake, the waves were calm and calm.

"Well, it's pretty tall for me anyway." He thought for a while, and then said, "The kind that's several stories high." As he said that, Ouyang Ming's mind reverberated with the old craftsman's head, and his eyes widened. bent up.

"That's really high." Feng Xiang nodded as if there was something serious about it.

After finishing the wine, he could say what he needed to say, Feng Xiang's face was serious.

Said in a deep voice: "Brother Ou, this time you ruined the plan of the main battle faction, so you have to be careful."

"In the ancestral land of the Feng clan, with so many eyes staring at them, they dare not act rashly, right? Besides, I'm not at the mercy of others." Ouyang Ming said in a low voice, not worried.

"Although it is safe in the ancestral land of the Feng Clan, it is necessary to be on guard against others. Feng Tian has a bad heart, and will not sit still. Moreover, under his leadership, the main battle faction is bloodthirsty. , not to be underestimated." Feng Xiang took a sip of Immortal Drunkenness, frowning tightly.

"Feng Xinxiao can be regarded as a general of the main battle faction. She has already lost her mind and is hard to become a master. What else do you have to worry about?" Ouyang Ming looked at the lotus with extremely deep eyes.

"I'm too persistent." Feng Xiang's frown relaxed.

"It's getting windy, I have to go back." Ouyang Ming got up slowly.

Looking at Ouyang Ming's back, Feng Xiang said the last sentence: "Grandpa wants to see you."

Ouyang Ming was stunned for two or three seconds, then nodded and agreed.

Back in the courtyard, Ou Yangming pushed the door open with a "creak".

Walk into the room, sit cross-legged, and immediately sink your mind into the spiritual world as soon as you think about it. In the spiritual world, the cold wind whimpered, the world was icy and snowy, and the snow-capped mountains became more and more majestic. They were rising every moment, and the speed was very fast. It was simply incomparable with when he was a spiritual being. And when he visualized the snow-capped mountains, even the temperature in the room dropped a lot.

After half an hour, Ouyang Ming slowly withdrew from the meditation.

Eyes open and close, eyes deep, like a vicissitudes of distant starry sky, plain but leisurely, simple and vicissitudes.

It really does feel a little bit independent...

After all, with this level of cultivation, the temperament must be top-notch. ...

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