Entering Yunfeng, inside the Immortal Mansion, the lights are brightly lit all night. In a corner of the Immortal Mansion, in the room at the end of the long corridor, a stone turtle was lying on the table, staring longingly at the spiritual fish stir-fried in the pot.
It's golden, sprinkled with various seasonings, the meat is delicious, and it looks extremely tempting. Xiaozhi was holding the fragrant fish soup clumsily.
Yang Feng lives in the city. His parents worked outside since he was a child and he would come home very late. He almost always prepares the meals for the day by himself. Therefore, no matter how simple the dishes are, he will do his best to cook them as exquisitely as possible.
Then enjoy the meal you cooked with a satisfied look on your face. Over time, his cooking skills have risen to a very high level. Now the spirit fish is a delicacy, and coupled with his cooking skills, it is irresistible.
Not to mention Wangxian Stone, even Xiaozhi was swallowing his saliva. Yang Feng carefully cooked every dish. When the last dish was served, Yang Feng licked his lips, placed the bowls and chopsticks he brought on the table, and then said with a hearty smile: "Let's start!" As soon as he finished speaking, Wangxianshi began to devour it, because Wangxianshi is the body of a turtle. , couldn't hold the bowl and chopsticks, so Yang Feng prepared a basin for him early.
Of course, Yang Feng only caught two of the half-pot of delicacies, including spirit fish, and gave half of them to this delicious and lazy Wangxianshi.
He ate half of one himself and gave the remaining whole one to Xiaozhi. After dinner, Yang Feng took a walk and came to the pond. I didn't know what magic had been cast around him.
No matter how many times Yang Feng walked, he could not get out. Firstly, his Dantian was sealed, and secondly, his physical cultivation was also sealed. Now he is nothing more than a useless person.
He is no different from ordinary people in the city. Now he is what a student who failed the college entrance examination should look like.
abjection! Alone and helpless. He came to the rockery by the pond alone, leaned on the rockery, and looked up at the stars.
He thought of his mother who was far away at Zhuxian University, and of his unmarried daughter-in-law who was still waiting for him to return. He thought of a group of relatives and friends, but was suddenly interrupted by a distant voice.
"Young pretty boy from the human race, your remnant projection in this world will disappear today. Come quickly and pay your respects." The Wangxian Stone Man's voice came first before he arrived.
"Get out!" Yang Feng cursed angrily. It's just a projection of residual thoughts, and it will disappear as soon as it disappears. It is kind enough to do his knitting business and still worship him, not to fuck the eighteen generations of women from his ancestors.
"Brother, respect him, he is not a bad person." Xiaozhi also walked to Yang Feng at this time. echoed.
"Ha! Xiaozhi, tell me, do you like him? He did that to you, and you still do it. It really pisses me off." After saying that, Yang Feng said nothing and took out the Broken Spirit Sword.
An extremely embarrassing scene occurred. Yang Feng, who could not lift the Broken Sword and had no cultivation whatsoever, tried his best to drag the Broken Sword Lingsha out a short distance.
The reason is simply too heavy. Even though the Lingsha Sword is only two feet long and three inches wide, it weighs three hundred kilograms.
Just ask that mortal born in the city who can lift three hundred kilograms of things with both hands.
"Brother, your Majesty created me. I, I can't..."
"Okay, you and the old turtle go to pay homage to your lord and send him on his last journey!" Yang Feng deliberately pretended to have a sad expression.
"I knew brother was the best." Xiaozhi hugged Yang Feng from behind, startling Yang Feng. He subconsciously thought it was Qianqian who wanted to kiss her aggressively, but luckily he stopped in time.
Otherwise, if he attacks his sister, he will really be worse than a beast.
"Go, I want to be alone." In fact, Yang Feng has been thinking about a problem, that is, ever since he entered Rentu Village, he has noticed that there is a mastermind behind the scenes that has been manipulating everything.
Until now, I am in Ruyun Peak, my cultivation has been sealed, and I am imprisoned in this corner of the Immortal Mansion. Hao Zhan had always looked down at Daxia Xing, and Yang Feng had personally felt the contempt in his heart.
It wasn't until Yang Feng was equal to him with one sword that he paid much attention to Yang Feng. It is undeniable that Hao Zhan is a genius. At least this is the first time in this year that he has been defeated in the same territory.
This also made Yang Feng know that every mountain is higher than the other, and the strongest has its own strong hand. At the same time, it also allowed him to realize his shortcomings more clearly.
What is a genius? What does it mean to be born to fight? In a duel, no matter whether you win or lose, you can win without being arrogant and lose without being discouraged.
And can absorb experience and improve oneself. This is the true pride of heaven, Yang Feng is such a person, and Hao Zhan is also such a person.
It's just that Hao Zhan's realm cultivation is far from comparable to that of Yang Feng. His own vision, structure, and all aspects are perfect. This is the real reason for Yang Feng's defeat.
Leaning on the rockery, thinking carefully, a strong sense of crisis enveloped my heart. Fishing?
Fattening? Do you dare to think that you are the fish released by these invaders? Every time he thought of these, Yang Feng felt inexplicable anger in his heart.
All living beings are created equal, why should they be superior to others, and why should they kill and take away gifts from others at will? If it weren't for the limitations of geography and environmental resources, he might not be weaker than anyone else.
Now, his cultivation has been blocked and thrown into a corner, unable to do anything. He was so weak that he couldn't even lift his sword.
"I'm not willing to give in. Why? Why exactly?" Yang Feng suddenly went crazy and ran to the Lingsha Sword. He held the hilt of the sword with both hands and tried his best to pull the broken sword Lingsha into the ground.
"Lingsha Sword, lift it up for me!" Veins popped up all over Yang Feng's body, and he was stunned to lift the broken sword weighing three hundred kilograms.
Although it was a little unstable, it was still higher than the knees. With his eyes filled with bloodshot eyes, he put the edgeless Lingsha Sword on his shoulder and walked toward the brightly lit place of the Immortal Mansion with staggering steps.
Xiao Zhi's face turned pale. Looking at Yang Feng who was having such difficulty every step he took, he bit his lower lip and said nothing.
As for the Wangxian Stone at Xiaozhi's feet, which worshiped Hao Zhan devoutly, his eyes were fixed on Yang Feng, who was leaning on the Immortal Heavy Sword in a mortal body, without saying a word.
Sit back and wait for death! It has never been Yang Feng's style. Even if you die, you must die on the road of resistance. No matter what shocking secrets Hao Zhan and others had, he, Yang Feng, could break them with one sword. If one sword failed, he would use two swords until the arm holding the sword could no longer hold the sword tightly.
Every step Yang Feng takes will leave a deep footprint under his feet. Without looking back, he carried the broken sword and walked into the fog formation that he could not get out of no matter what.
He waved the two-foot broken sword in his hand clumsily to disperse the fog.
"This, how is this possible? A mortal body, a quasi-magic weapon that drives immortal cultivators. Isn't this pretty boy afraid of the sword spirit's backlash?" Every spiritual weapon and the spirit of the weapon are arrogant. Usually cultivators of immortality are It cannot be recognized by the weapon spirit.
"Old Shi'er, you are not allowed to say that about my brother."
"Xiao Dan'er, you have to know who he is facing? Your Majesty is from an extraordinary family. How can a native like him be able to shake him? Even if he is a mortal, he can pick up the broken sword and walk out of the fog. , the same fate is still waiting for him. If I were him, rather than choose to resist, I would rather lie down and enjoy it. The right way is to be happy in life, and don't let the golden bottle be empty to face the moon." I didn't expect this fairy stone. , he doesn’t look stupid, but he is also a sensible person, and he still has a few drops of ink in his stomach.
Xiaozhi looked at the retreating figure, tears soaking his eyes. Yang Feng's figure became more and more blurred until he disappeared.
In the central area of the Immortal Mansion, there are treasures of heaven and earth that can drive all monsters and human cultivators crazy.
Two realm-breaking pills; three will fruits; three elixirs. Just floating in the air quietly.
Hao Zhan's eyes were as calm as looking at garbage.
"Every bustle in the world is for profit, and all the hustle and bustle in the world is for profit. These baits are enough to drive the fish in this pond crazy. When the day comes, the projection of my residual thoughts disappears. Without the maintenance of the fairy spirit, you will also disappear. , are you unwilling?" Hao Zhan is located at an altar, which is why the projection of his residual thoughts can stay in this secret realm for so long.
"I am willing to follow your Majesty, through fire and water, no matter what!"
"Marry a chicken, follow a chicken, marry a dog, follow a dog. Yan Bing will be your husband for all your life." Biao rushed to show his loyalty. Besides, he was tired of talking about this inferior galaxy.
As for the purple-haired woman known as Yan Bing, her tone was calm. tread! tread! The sound of heavy footsteps came from a distance.
"Here you go, why do you think it is? A 'mortal' who has reached the end of his cultivation has such a strong obsession, carrying a broken sword, even if the mayfly shakes the tree, he still wants to try it. Why do you think this is? "Hao Zhan had been paying attention to Yang Feng's movements. When Yang Feng stepped into the fog with a broken sword as a mortal, he suddenly realized something.
"A mortal who wants to play chess with gods."
"Is he here? With his qualifications, if he was born in the Star Territory, his current achievements would probably be higher than yours, Brother Zhan." Yan Bing was not afraid of offending Hao Zhan and spoke truthfully.
"It's better to be calm and calm. Xiaobiao and other people in the lower star field are not all mediocre. They are just affected by the resources, region, and environment. However, all of this is destined. They can only be fish and put them in the pond. Here." Hao Zhan's tone revealed a hint of nobility.
What he said was the truth. Some people in the world are destined to stay in deep ditches all their lives, looking up at people living in high-rise buildings.
Because every identity must have someone, people in the star field are fishermen, while people in lower star systems are fish in the pond.
"Haha!! You group of intruders are plotting something, please let me break the sword and kill everything!" Holding the broken sword
"Cangdang" hit the ground, sparks flying everywhere.
"Arrogant! Watch me kill you!" Biao said as he stepped forward, his sharp claws colliding with the broken sword. At this time, Yang Feng was carrying a three hundred kilogram broken sword and was already sweating profusely, but the fierce fighting spirit in his eyes was as endless as a raging flame.
"Stop, Xiao Biao, step back. If word spreads about your cultivation, aren't you afraid of being laughed at by the powerful people in the Star Territory?" Hao Zhan looked at Yang Feng with eyes filled with admiration and provocation.
It is really rare for a stocked fish to actually want to jump out of the fish pond and become an angler on the shore.
"Hao Zhan, the projection of your residual thoughts will disappear after tonight. Are you trying to wash away the secret realm with blood?" Yang Feng's eyes looked cold as he looked at the treasures floating in the air.
