Li Qingfeng was shocked when Ling Ming suddenly asked this question. Almost instantly, the scene when he first met Ling Ming more than eight years ago appeared in his mind unconsciously.
Was that then? Did the other party feel something was wrong from that moment on?
There was no sign of anything wrong on his face. Li Qingfeng frowned, raised his eyes with a puzzled look, and replied: "No, I have only practiced one pupil technique, so why is Fellow Daoist Ling suddenly asking this?"
Ling Ming looked at Li Qingfeng quietly, then suddenly smiled faintly and narrowed his eyes slightly. There seemed to be a flash of light in his eyes. The moment their eyes touched, a biting chill suddenly rose in Li Qingfeng's heart, and from there, His heart spread to every part of his body, even going straight to the sea of consciousness in his forehead.
Almost subconsciously, Li Qingfeng's eyes filled with purple light, and his consciousness swept up, expelling the coldness from the sea of consciousness.
The next moment, the chill completely disappeared. A smile appeared on Ling Ming's face, he nodded slightly and murmured: "I see, it is indeed so."
He looked at Li Qingfeng and praised: "Fellow Taoist Li's eye skills are amazing. He is really a young talent. If there is an opportunity in the future, I will definitely learn from it."
After that, he ignored Li Qingfeng and walked directly to his table to sit down.
Li Qingfeng squinted at his back, and his heart was filled with turmoil. He did not expect that Ling Ming could actually trigger a counterattack from his consciousness. This had never happened since his rebirth.
The Art of Casting the Heart with Ice Soul, the Art of Casting the Heart with Ice Soul! This was the name of the technique Ling Ming practiced. That kind of chill could only come from his technique. Li Qingfeng remembered that the first time he met Ling Ming, he had experienced this biting chill. It only took a moment, and it made him feel slightly shaken. At that time, he only thought it was the restraining effect of ice on water, but no matter No matter how much Bing restrained himself from water, Ling Ming had no reason to trigger his spiritual consciousness to fight back.
unless--
Li Qingfeng narrowed his eyes tightly, and the speculation in his heart was already coming out.
The "Ice Soul Forging Heart Technique" practiced by Ling Ming is probably not just an earth-level skill, but...a heaven-level skill!
If "Ice Soul Casting Heart Technique" is a heaven-level skill, many questions can be explained clearly. No wonder he has never been defeated after building the foundation. Li Qingfeng remembered that he had heard that Ling Ming would compete with two people when he had perfected his Qi training. At the time, I thought it was an exaggeration to see monsters in the early stage of blood, but now that I think about it, it might actually be true.
But, what do those two sentences that Ling Ming muttered to himself mean?
I see? Really?
He had long thought that there was something wrong with him, and now it was finally confirmed?
So how to explain his next reaction? I changed my words about praising my pupil skills, was it because I wanted to cover up this matter? Is it because you have no intention of delving into it?
Li Qingfeng squinted his eyes and thought for a moment, shook his head slightly, and dismissed several possibilities that passed through his mind. He knew too little about Ling Ming and the internal affairs of Jinding Sect to draw accurate conclusions. .
That being the case, let's take one step at a time. Li Qingfeng exhaled softly, sat down at the table, and picked up the spiritual tea to drink.
Ling Ming had just said that he would discuss with him if there was an opportunity in the future. In this case, Li Qingfeng decided to remain unchanged in the face of changes. He would do whatever he wanted to do and see what the other party planned to do first.
After what happened just now, Li Qingfeng lost interest in talking to Su Yuanhui, so he just chatted for a few polite words, stopped talking, and quietly watched Zhang Pengyi's foundation building ceremony.
…
A few hours later.
The ceremony was uneventful and passed like this. All the guests left from Quanming Mountain. However, Li Qingfeng and Fan Mingcheng got news from the monks of the Zhang family, saying that Zhang Pengyi wanted to discuss something, but now Ling Ming asked him to meet, so he had to be late. , let Li Qingfeng and the two wait for some time.
"Then if Ling Ming goes to Pengyi, I think he will probably ask for his battle array."
In a living room, Li Qingfeng and Fan Mingcheng sat opposite each other, drinking tea and talking about the situation here.
"I think so," Li Qingfeng nodded in agreement, "The Jinding Sect has made a show of its power here. It must have some ideas."
"Yeah," Fan Mingcheng took a sip of tea and said with a frown: "Given the current situation, don't let the Jindingmen beat you as if you were the one who stood out. If you go by what I say, you should give it to me. Just see how much it is." In exchange for some benefits, hey, I’m afraid that the Pengyi clan can’t see the form clearly and won’t hand it over.”
"Probably not. Since they dared to be exposed before, they must have thought of a way to deal with it." Li Qingfeng comforted him, changed the subject and asked: "Mingcheng, my family met a group of Zhennan people again a few months ago. Fortunately, all the rogue cultivators have been wiped out, but where is your family?"
"Same." Fan Mingcheng nodded and said with a frown: "My family was attacked last month when they were returning from Jinding Mountain to transport goods, and several people died. Fortunately, they raised a distress signal in time, otherwise, The consequences could be disastrous."
"It's a pity," he sighed: "I still let the other party escape and lost a batch of goods."
Hearing what he said, Li Qingfeng also frowned. Indeed, the current situation was chaotic, but his Li family was okay, with few people, and all kinds of immortal cultivation supplies were purchased. Apart from smuggling, there was basically no need to go out. But this is not the case with the Fan family. There are several hundred members of their family, and some of them are in the clan area, while the rest are stationed in various places in Da'an County. Moreover, their family has shops in both Jindingshanfang City and Da'anfang City, and their family has a great business. , the demand for travel, transportation, etc. is naturally greater than that of the Li family.
But then again, the Li family's stores in Jinding Mountain are all managed by the Fan family and the Zhang family, so if the Fan family is attacked, the Li family's income will also be affected.
At this moment, the door of the living room was pushed open. Zhang Pengyi strode in, slammed the door shut, then walked to the two of them, took a cup, poured a cup of spiritual tea, and drank it in one gulp.
"How is it?" Li Qingfeng raised his head and asked, "Is it about the battle formation?"
Zhang Pengyi was familiar with both of them, and without making any gesture, he pulled out a chair and sat down, exhaling and saying: "Yes, he asked me to teach the battle formation to the Jinding Sect, but I couldn't do it, so I had to take it." I’m prevaricating, but I’m afraid I’ll have to hand it over in the end.”
After hearing what he said, Fan Mingcheng reached out and patted the table and said: "Brother Pengyi, in my opinion, you should pay it as you should. Didn't you look at the Chiyun Sect in the south? It's just that you can't give it away easily. You have to change it." Just some benefits.”
Li Qingfeng also agreed: "Indeed, in the current situation, it is better not to be the first person."
After hearing what Fan Mingcheng and Li Qingfeng said, Zhang Pengyi sighed and said, "How could I not know? It's just that there is some pressure in the clan, and I have to mediate it after all."
He reached out and rubbed his temples, shook his head and said, "Forget it, let's not talk about it. I'm asking you to stay this time because there is something else I want to discuss with you."
Li Qingfeng and Fan Mingcheng looked at each other, then looked at Zhang Pengyi, gesturing for him to speak.
