Night Emperor Crazy Concubine

Chapter 32
Feng Qi pursed her lips, and in her light smile, there was a hint of arrogance and arrogance that could not be ignored.

"Because in this world, no one is more suitable for you than me." He said calmly, not thinking that it would be a problem at all, "Linyue, you should be clear that I am a person who is used to standing at the top. Whether it is Now or in the future, unless you choose to be alone for the rest of your life, you must marry an emperor who stands at the pinnacle—there are many strong men in the Kyushu Continent, but I am the only one who is suitable for you."

Lin Yue chuckled, "Why do you think so?"

"Why should I?" Feng Qi's mouth slightly raised, "You will find out gradually in the future."

Linyue was silent, and stopped at the same time.

Because a cliff in front blocked all the way out, and under the cliff was an abyss.

Looking up, a mountain peak almost piercing into the sky appeared in front of me, with steep walls and magnificent momentum.

White clouds floating on the top of the peak are clearly visible.

The mountain peak is also a palace, where the Lingxiao Pavilion, which is as high as nine heavens, is located.

Shrouded in clouds and mist, the ridge of the temple almost pierced the sky.

The thick red palace gate, the majestic royal road under the mountain, the pillars as thick as a man's waist, the rocky mountains, and the naturally formed stone ladder stretching thousands of steps...

Everything here seems to be incomparably noble and sacred.

Even Linyue, who was used to seeing the big world, couldn't help but feel a sense of lofty ambition in his heart at this moment.

Looking up lightly, directly above the palace gate, on the mountain wall that seemed to have been smoothed by the deep internal force, there are three vigorous and powerful dark red characters engraved.

High Heaven Pavilion.

Standing above the nine kingdoms in the world, living alone in the world, the Lingxiao Pavilion is admired by thousands of kings in the world.

Sure enough, it has its mysteries.

Just looking at these three words, Linyue seemed to see the awe-inspiring aura of Lingxiao Pavilion dominating the world.

"How do you feel?" Feng Qi's indifferent voice rang in his ears, "If it is the place to live in the future, would you be satisfied?"

Where to live?

Linyue's heart moved, and she faintly confirmed her guess, "Don't tell me, this is where your power lies."

If this is the case, what are the emperors of the other eight countries in this world talking about?Just hand over and give way.

Feng Qi didn't answer, but suddenly put his arms around her shoulders, raised his breath, and instantly flew towards the opposite side like a banished fairy in the air.

The scenery in the line of sight flies past the eyes quickly, fleetingly, and disappears in a flash, and only the sound of the whistling wind and the rustling of the clothes flapping are heard in the ears.

Linyue's heart was awe-inspiring, she didn't move her body, she let Feng Qi lead her to float above the abyss, the cliff was hundreds of feet wide, if she accidentally fell down, there would be no bones left.

Linyue is not ignorant of the power of lightness kung fu, but like Feng Qi, it is already the pinnacle of cultivation.

Ordinary martial arts masters, who dares to use lightness kung fu directly on the abyss where there is no point of focus?

Except those who are not afraid of death.

When the wind stopped, Linyue's feet were already on the ground, she turned her head calmly and looked at Feng Qi, "If we fall, are we a pair of mandarin ducks with the same fate?"

Feng Qi blinked, obviously stunned for a moment, then shook his head and laughed, "I prefer to be a live couple with you."

As soon as the voice fell, there was a clear sound of footsteps.

Linyue raised her eyes and saw the winding stone steps close in front of her eyes. Standing here and looking from the front, on top of the high stone steps, the majestic gate of the palace showed an indescribable dignity and restraint.

Standing here, they seem to be as insignificant as ants.

The phantom is like a shuttle, with strands of cold breath covering the hood, and dozens of black-clothed guards suddenly flash out from nowhere. The cold eyes and the sharp momentum of the blade make people deeply understand the The taste of the coldness of the femoral bone.

"Anyone who can break into my Lingxiao Pavilion on Phoenix Mountain must be an extraordinary person. Your Excellency, tell me your name and see if it is worth it for the owner of the pavilion to go out and greet you in person?"

The voice that seemed to come from the distant sky, and seemed to be close to the ear, came leisurely from behind the closed palace door, exuding a lazy but cold breath, making people feel a kind of silent deterrence involuntarily .

Lin Yue frowned.

Was her guess wrong?
There is no relationship between Ling Xiao Pavilion and Feng Qi?
The person who spoke couldn't tell his age yet, but his inner strength was obviously extraordinary, if compared with Feng Qi, who is better?
While she was thinking silently, Feng Qi had already smiled faintly, "It's just that I haven't come here for thirteen months, so the pavilion master won't recognize me? This airs are quite good, but I don't know, if I tear down this place later , Can the pavilion master continue to maintain this composure?"

After the voice fell, there were many mountains and mountains, and the huge world suddenly fell into a strange silence.

Lin Yue raised his eyebrows.

what's the situation?
After a long time, Linyue seemed to hear a low curse of gnashing teeth, and a moment later, a dull voice suddenly sounded on the high stone steps.

The sound lasted for nearly a minute, and the heavy palace door was slowly opened. Immediately, countless vigorous and charming figures flew from all directions, all with extraordinary skills, and they all floated down to Fengqi and Linyue.

"The subordinate sees the master!"

Kneeling on the ground respectfully and piously, the voices of hundreds of masters paying homage at the same time were thick and powerful, almost resounding through the sky.

Even kneeling humblely, this intimidating aura can make people deeply appreciate a kind of unfathomable strength.

Linyue is a bit messy.

Can anyone explain to her what is going on?
Who is the Lord of the High Heaven Pavilion?

And Feng Qi, what kind of identity is here?
"I'll explain to you later." Feng Qi said, taking her hand naturally, turning her head to scan around, her indifferent voice faintly tinged with a bit of chill: "Everyone seems to be living a leisurely life recently, I happen to be After passing through this place, even though we only stay for two days before leaving, it is enough to help you find the rules."

After the words fell, there was a uniform kowtow sound instantly, "This subordinate is guilty!"

Feng Qi didn't pay any attention to it, and flew up to the steps of the sky with Linyue's arm on his arm.

A person stood quietly at the heavy temple door.

A middle-aged man wearing a white gown and a pure snow-white fox fur.

With handsome and outstanding facial features, a calm and calm aura, and a look of indifference and alienation in his eyes, he looks like a real master who lives in seclusion and cultivates.

"I am really ashamed to trouble the Pavilion Master to come out to welcome the guests in person." Feng Qi said coldly, and walked inside with Linyue on his arm.

The corner of the middle-aged man's mouth twitched, and he said angrily: "Don't show off in front of me, who will show you the air?"

(End of this chapter)