Zhou Zihan is no stranger to the word Ji Palace.
Practitioners on Daoyuan Continent should not be unfamiliar with these two words.
In the past, Ji Palace, Honglin Pavilion, and Zen Sect were collectively known as the three holy places of the human race.
The Zen sect was forced to close down during the Scarlet Moon, and in the following hundreds of years there was not a single monk in the mortal world, not even a medical monk.
Honglin Pavilion was destroyed when the demons invaded for the second time, and no one from the pavilion master to the servants survived.
Ji Palace's fate was better than the previous two, but as the mainstay of the human race, both the Scarlet Moon and the invasion of the Demon Realm had a great impact on it, so much so that it turned into a body that lived up to the name of the Holy Land.
After they came to an end, Xueyun Sect and Taixuan Mountain had the opportunity to develop to their current scale.
For many powerful men of the older generation, rather than saying that these three place names represent the three holy places, it is better to say that they represent an era.
"Why go to Ji Palace?" Zhou Zihan asked.
Feng Qi smiled and said: "You are so stupid, I will take you to learn a lot."
Zhou Zihan took a deep breath, feeling that talking to this guy was really a test of his temper.
"Are you angry?" Feng Qi smiled, "It's a joke, don't take it seriously."
Zhou Zihan said: "So, why are you going to Ji Palace?"
Feng Qi said: "Originally, I accompanied you to sacrifice the sword, but now it seems that you have to accompany me."
Zhou Zihan frowned and said coldly: "Why?"
Feng Qi said: "After all, we are from the same sect, can we not be so ruthless?"
Zhou Zihan snorted, "Do I care whether you live or die?"
Feng Qi sighed, "Didn't he say that Li Jinxing predicted that the two of us would spend our lives together? Don't you want to go to Wuyang to stop this marriage?"?
Zhou Zihan snorted, "As far as I know, you should have ulterior motives for the tenth princess of the Divine Dynasty."
Feng Qi was helpless, "That's not how you use it with ulterior motives."
Zhou Zihan refused to give in, "That's because he has evil intentions."
Feng Qi thought about his choice of words, "Actually, it's just a bit of admiration."
While he was talking, he suddenly felt a little wet on his face.
There was a pattering sound in my ears.
It turned out to be raining.
Feng Qicong took out his umbrella, was stunned for a moment when he raised his head, and then calmly opened the umbrella to cover his head.
Zhou Zihan noticed something was wrong with his expression and asked, "What's wrong?"
Feng Qi whispered: "There's something wrong with this rain."
Zhou Zihan looked around and then understood what Feng Qi meant.
There are no clouds, why is there rain?
There is no wind, why are there waves?
Zhou Zihan frowned as he looked at the vendors on both sides of the street who seemed to be taking shelter from the rain, but who were actually getting ready to go.
"I'll do it." Feng Qi said.
Zhou Zihan originally planned to take action directly, but was startled after hearing this question.
She looked at Fengqi and thought, aren't you afraid of trouble? Why would you say such a thing?
Feng Qi read Zhou Zihan's thoughts, but didn't say anything more, his face was very solemn.
Even when facing the two core disciples of the cult, he looked relaxed.
After a little thought, Zhou Zihan understood the reason for this change.
"The enemy is very strong?" she asked softly.
"Very strong." A white light flashed, and the Overlord Gun was already in his hand. "Since I was born, I have never felt death as clearly as I do now."
Zhou Zihan frowned, thinking that if the enemy was really that strong, wouldn't it be better for the two of them to attack together?
The rain is getting heavier.
"Before we start, does anyone want to leave?" Feng Qi walked out from under the umbrella and asked with a smile.
No one answered him.
The shoe vendor drew his swords from under the stall and walked out.
The butcher washed the boning knife used to kill the pig and came out.
The candy maker stirred the ginger candy with a spoon and came out carrying a copper basin.
There were also noodle sellers, fish sellers, cloth sellers, and wine sellers. People of all kinds came out and surrounded them.
The long street is full of killers.
The long street was full of murderous intent.
Although he had known the result for a long time, Feng Qi was still a little silent.
There were eleven people in front of them, and they did not hide their strength at all.
Eight are in the upper state of understanding, two are in the first state of inducing brilliance, and... one is in the upper state of inducing brilliance!
This is a decisive game!
What a decisive game!
Feng Qi sighed, turned around and asked, "Have you brought your sword with you?"
Zhou Zihan rolled his eyes, "What's the point of bringing a sword order to sacrifice the sword?"
The tempering between life and death is very necessary, and the flowers in the greenhouse can never withstand the wind and rain.
Out of this consideration, Feng Qi also left the sword order in the cave. Unexpectedly, when he went out, he encountered an opponent across a large realm.
Feng Qi shook his head, actually a little helpless.
Eight understanding cult disciples attacked together.
Feng Qi suddenly let out a roar, and powerful energy fluctuations burst out from his body, tearing his shirt to pieces in an instant. The exposed upper body was filled with a faint golden light, and his whole body exuded a magnificent color.
A last-ditch fight, and...invincibility and selflessness!
His figure suddenly became illusory, like a ghost.
Eight understanding cult disciples were defeated at the moment of the confrontation, either dead or injured.
Cut off the head with a kitchen knife.
Feng Qi paused slightly and avoided the edge of the kitchen knife.
"I have long heard that the Crown Prince has reached the level of the Overlord Spear, but I didn't expect that it has reached such a level. His domineering power is actually several points higher than that of King Yan Bei at the same age." The sugar maker chuckled and said, "But our goal is not You, hand over the girl behind you, and I can spare your life."
Feng Qi smiled, "You want to use this method to weaken my domineering power, so as to weaken the effect of being invincible and selfless?"
His expression suddenly became cold and stern, and his voice was like an innocent soul under the Nine Netherworld, and he shouted: "If you want her, just try to see if you can step on my corpse."
The sugar-maker was unmoved and said, "Someone said that I wanted to save your life, so I gave you two options. If you want to die, I won't be able to help you."
Feng Qi laughed heartily and said, "It's useless to talk more! Should we fight or not?"
The candy maker frowned and nodded slightly.
The butcher moved the kitchen knife again.
The sugar-maker and the shoe-seller did not join the fray.
In their opinion, the butcher in the first realm of Yinhui could easily send the ignorant Crown Prince Yanbei to the underworld.
The journey was not long, and they met Zhou Zihan across the street.
Zhou Zihan took out the Wenyue Sword, and at the same time, hundreds of sword intent shot out from her body.
A hint of admiration flashed in the eyes of the sugar maker, thinking that he was indeed an innate invisible sword body. How many people in the world could have such a talent?
He waved his hand, "Don't take action, I'm just having fun with this girl."
The vendor frowned, "But..."
The sugar man hummed and asked, "Do you have any objections?"
What did the butcher want to say?
The vendor tugged at his clothes.
He glanced at the hawker, was silent for a while, took a half step back and said, "I don't dare."
The sugar-maker looked at him again and again and snorted, "It would be better if I didn't."
As soon as he finished speaking, nine weapons rushed out of his body, and sharp cries rang out in the room.
Zhou Zihan's expression changed.
Those cries...come from newborn babies.
Her face was as cold as ice as she stared at the sugar man and said word by word: "Today, you will definitely die!"
The sugar-maker smiled nonchalantly, waved his sleeves and rushed out with nine sword intents, colliding with Zhou Zihan's hundreds of sword intents.
Countless deep sword marks instantly appeared on the streets and walls.
Zhou Zihan groaned, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.
What a strong weapon knowledge!
What a powerful weapon!
What a strong sugar maker!
She felt powerless, but she bit her lower lip stubbornly, trying not to make a sound.
The sword intent and the weapon intent continued to intertwine in the air.
Suddenly, a dense aura appeared on Zhou Zihan's body, like a torch.
The sugar maker raised his eyebrows, "How dare you break through while fighting with me?"
A weapon broke away from the battle and went straight to Zhou Zihan's throat.
Zhou Zihan was also aware of the sugar man's attack, but she was at the critical moment of breaking through. It was difficult for her to even move her fingers, let alone dodge.
A tiger shadow passed by.
The sound of gold and iron sounded.
Feng Qi appeared in front of Zhou Zihan and took the attack for her.
He spit out a mouthful of blood, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and whispered: "It's really stupid. Do you think you are the heroine of one of those crappy novels? Breaking through in battle? Why don't you go to heaven?"
After a pause, he said softly: "Good boy, put your sword away. You have just broken through the understanding. Even if you can forcefully break through, it will definitely have an impact on the road. The situation has not reached that point yet."
Zhou Zihan ignored him.
They are all geniuses, how can they not see the current critical situation, if they break through the realm, they will survive nine deaths, but if they don't break through, they will die in ten.
The sugar-maker smiled and said, "I haven't seen you for so long, and the disciples of the Xueyun Sect are still so crazy. Are you looking down on me?"
The butcher walked up to the sugar-maker, his face full of embarrassment.
The sugar man glanced at him but said nothing.
Feng Qi also laughed, and with the blood all over his body, he looked quite tragic, "That's right, people are not rude and waste their youth. We are not like you, we are so old that we only dare to bully the young."
The sugar-maker narrowed his eyes and said to the butcher and hawker, "Let's take action. There's no need to delay."
He looked at the killers who had previously besieged Feng Qi and shook his head.
Those killers were a little aggrieved, but they didn't dare to speak. In any case, it was a fact that their number was greater, and it was also a fact that they were completely defeated in the end.
Thread the needle and thread again.
The kitchen knife cuts again.
Beat the stirrer again.
Feng Qi coughed twice and spit out another mouthful of blood.
On the long street, there are at least dozens of artifacts densely packed, and the artifacts are also blessed by the stars and the moon.
His sword intention is very strong, but it is limited to understanding the state of mind.
It's not that you can't beat the first level of Yinhui, but the pressure brought by the upper level of Yinhui is really great.
Not to mention him, even Mou Linhan would have to kneel when he came.
He showed a wry smile and said to Zhou Zihan: "Stupid woman, why did I so blindly agree to accompany you to the world to sacrifice the sword?"
Zhou Zihan's body trembled.
Feng Qi's expression condensed, thinking that she had successfully broken through.
But he soon became disappointed, because Zhou Zihan was still a long way from breaking through. The tremor just now was probably just because he was angry...
The vision of a strong person in the Hui-inducing Realm is naturally very poisonous, and he immediately discovered Zhou Zihan's anomaly.
The kitchen knife reached three feet above Zhou Zihan's head in an instant.
Feng Qi cursed me in a low voice, held a gun in front of Zhou Zihan, and kept chattering: "How dare you care about others? To say you are stupid is to overestimate you!"
He raised his head, and the wind of the knife raised the long hair on his forehead.
Turning his wrist slightly, the Qingshuang Sword was already in his hand.
A bright sword light swayed in the alley.
The sword walks through the mountains and rivers.
The sword light met the weapon intention, there was a slight stalemate, and it was slowly suppressed.
The sugar man hummed.
There is starlight coming out of the body.
There is moonlight coming from the sky.
The meaning of the instrument is flourishing.
The sword light rippled slightly.
Feng Qi felt as if his limbs were being hit by a heavy hammer, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
If he was not a Dao spirit body, perhaps this sword would be enough to kill him.
Zhou Zihan sensed Feng Qi's critical situation, and his mood moved slightly. The sea of consciousness had become a huge wave, and he also vomited a mouthful of blood.
If she hadn't been born with an invisible sword body, this failure to break through would have been enough to kill her.
All I can say is that the battle between understanding and enlightenment is really like a divine punishment.
At this time.
Feng Qi suddenly heard a sigh.
A man appeared at the other end of the street.
The next moment, the man stood in front of Feng Qi.
Senior brother?
Why here?
Feng Qi rubbed his eyes, wondering if he had seen it wrong.
Mou Linhan stood in front of the sky full of sword intent and said softly: "Look carefully, this is the real traceless sword intent!"
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