Chapter 207 Nascent Soul Collision

After all, Song Qingyu has reached the ninth level of Qi Refining, and her senses have long surpassed those of ordinary mortals. There are only a few people in the store on the first floor at this time, and it is indeed impossible for her not to notice Song Qingming and the others.

After hearing what Song Xinyu said, Song Qingming's face froze, and he carefully glanced at Huo Feng, and found that her eyes were indeed slowly looking at him, and he couldn't help but get nervous.

"Don't follow me, don't forget what I told you, remember, if you dare to mention me to others, there will be no place called Funiushan in Weiguo in the future."

Huo Feng didn't seem to care too much about what Song Qingyu said. After reminding Song Qingming with a serious face, he directly put on an ordinary hat to cover his face and left the Golden Phoenix Tower.

Seeing that Huo Feng had already walked out of the door, Song Qingming finally breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and said to Song Qingyu with an impatient look:

"If you want Tian Huo Peng, why don't you just go find her yourself? Why do you need to ask me?"

"I just happened to see you here, so I asked you casually, so that you won't say I never greet you later. Brother Qi, who was that person who just left?"

Song Xinyu looked at Huo Feng who had already left, and looked at Song Qingming with a nervous face curiously.

"Okay, okay! I know, go by yourself, why are you asking so many questions." Song Qingming waved to her, turned around and returned to the private room where Huo Feng had just talked to him, and sat blankly on the chair just now.

More than five years have passed, and Song Qingming didn't expect that he still couldn't get rid of Huo Feng's control, and he didn't know if he would have the luck to come back alive this time when he went to Taiyue Secret Realm with her.

When Huo Feng let him go, Song Qingming thought that as long as he did not go deep into the Floating Cloud Mountains in the future, he would not meet Huo Feng again. He never thought that she would come to him directly.

This time, he was really on pins and needles when he met Huo Feng. Li Quan, who was unaware of the situation at the time, almost kicked her out, which almost scared Song Qingming out of his wits.

Song Qingming was really afraid that Huo Feng, a demon king with an unpredictable temper, would turn Qinghefang upside down in anger. Song Qingming did not dare to doubt the warning she gave before she left. In her eyes, the Song family, a small foundation-building family, was indeed an existence that she could easily erase.

Speaking of which, I really have to thank Huang Siyuan. If she hadn't advised me, I might have really let Huo Feng have a cold shoulder.

If I really offended her today, what would happen? Song Qingming was terrified when he thought about it.

Now that Huo Feng has been sent away, what should I choose next? At this moment, Song Qingming was filled with mixed feelings, not knowing where to go next.

If he told Xiaoyao Sect about this directly, would they care about his life or death? Would Xiaoyao Sect really fight against Huo Feng, a demon king who had already transformed, for the sake of a small Song family?

When he returned from the Floating Cloud Mountains five years ago, Song Qingming had thought of this, but he was not confident at all, and could not find a suitable excuse to explain how he escaped back.

Once Xiaoyao Sect used the God-asking Talisman on him and learned that he had helped Huo Feng to get treasures from the secret realm, would they let him go in the end?

Song Qingming sat alone from the afternoon until dusk before he walked out of this private room.

During this period, Huang Siyuan, Li Quan and others who did not know what had happened went to knock on the door, but Song Qingming ignored them.

Huang Siyuan saw that he was suddenly locked in, and did not know why. After thinking about it, he told others not to go in and disturb him.

"What happened today? Is that person your friend?" Huang Siyuan asked Song Qingming when she saw him.

Song Qingming had recovered at this time, and replied with a smile: "Nothing, she was someone I knew in Guiyunfang before, and she helped me before. Remember, if you see her again in the future, you must not neglect her."

Huang Siyuan nodded, and then saw Song Qingming walking towards the door, she pursed her lips and asked again: "Are you going back to Funiu Mountain today?"

"Not yet, I still have to go to Taiyuan Mountain. If you want to go back, you can also go with me." Song Qingming stopped and looked at Huang Siyuan.

She shook her head gently and said: "Don't take me if you have something to do. I went back once some time ago, and there was nothing wrong at home."

Hearing Huang Siyuan's words, Song Qingming didn't say anything more, nodded and turned to walk out.

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In a barren mountain thousands of miles away, with a loud bang, Li Mufeng and the middle-aged man appeared on both sides of the mountain top.

The two had been fighting here for more than ten days. The area around here had been turned into a white land by them. There were flames everywhere, and the mountains and rivers were misplaced, a scene like purgatory.

The noise caused by the two fighting had already alarmed some monks passing by. The first few foundation-building monks who came saw such a scene from afar and were so scared that they turned their swords and fled.

This kind of battle scene at the Nascent Soul level is not something that low-level cultivators like them can get involved in. Even if they get closer, they may be shocked to death on the spot by the aftermath of the fight. It is likely that no one in the entire Wei Kingdom has seen a fight between cultivators of this level for hundreds of years.

"Fellow Daoist Jin Yu has such a profound practice, I really admire you very much, but it is hard to tell who will win if we fight like this, why not stop fighting and make peace for the time being." Li Mufeng held a sword in one hand and a golden thunder ball in the other, and shouted calmly to the middle-aged man in the distance.

This middle-aged man is none other than the Golden Feather Demon King who has dominated the Fuyun Mountains in the north of Wei Kingdom for two thousand years.

The Golden Feather Demon King looked at Li Mufeng and was very emotional: "A few hundred years ago, Li Mufeng in front of him was just a small Jindan cultivator. I didn't expect that his strength now can be compared with me, a demon king who has been enlightened for two thousand years. The cultivation speed of human cultivators is often unexpected."

Although the Golden Feather Demon King's cultivation is higher than Li Mufeng, it is difficult to kill the opponent in a battle at the Yuanying level unless the strength difference is too great. He and Li Mufeng both know this very well. Neither of them has the confidence to keep the other.

Seeing that his purpose of temporarily delaying him for a few days has been achieved, the Golden Feather Demon King put away the golden light on his body and took a step back.

"I just stayed at home for a long time, so I came out to relax. Fellow Daoist Li, can accompany me to fight a game to help me relieve my fatigue. Let's stop here today. We will come out to spar when we are free in a while!"

"Today's battle has benefited me a lot. Fellow Daoist Jinyu has this intention, and I will come to accompany you."

A golden light flashed across the top of the mountain, and the Golden Feather Demon King disappeared. Li Mufeng was relieved to see that this difficult opponent was finally leaving.

Since his master passed away, the northern part of Wei State has become more and more uneasy in the past few hundred years. It would be great if the sect could cultivate another Nascent Soul cultivator. Unfortunately, the resources in Wei State are relatively scarce, and Xiaoyao Sect does not know when it will be able to do this.