Immortal Path to Heaven

　　Feng Xinxiao was gone, and he walked indefinitely, losing completely.

　　 This big match, no one expected it would end in this way, just two matches, it was over.

　　 Seriously, Feng Xinxiao was afraid. Ouyang Ming has become a demon left in his heart, and only one word can describe it-metamorphosis. If you compare again, who knows what moths will be made, and he will participate in the formation ratio? Who knows what his accomplishments are above the formation, if he loses again, it's really over.

　　Seriously, before leaving, he left early. This is really a faint trick. He lost his spirit and his heart.

　　 There are some things that cannot be retreated. Once you have the intention of retreating, if you dare not go forward, you will be washed down by the avenue and hard to get close to.

　　How about the sword, if he didn't avenge the strong among the clan, would he break through the Venerable? Not necessarily, tortured by guilt, pain, and despair day and night. It is lucky to indulge in this state of mind without falling into the magic path. The breath that was raised in his heart was gone, and the blade was no longer pure. How could the sword in his hand be sharp? How do you smash the stars? So he went and blocked the Three Ways of His Holiness, although he was defeated.

　　 And now, although Fengxinxiao is a trivial matter, he can also infer his style of dealing with points and faces.

　　Frankly speaking, this person is not worried, even if there is ambition, there is no such executive power to maintain ambition.

　　 The winding path is full of mist, summer flowers are flourishing, butterflies are chasing bees, and a leisurely scene.

　　Every step of Feng Xinxiao stepped out, the earth would be shocked, and his face was gloomy, if he wanted to drip water.

　　 "Master, what should I do now?" an old man in gray robe slowly appeared, and asked softly.

　　 "Ah, I lost this time, but next time, I want to win back." He bit his teeth hard and made a "creaking" sound, how cold it sounded.

　　 "Young Master has ambition, I believe this day is not far away..." The old man complimented.

　　 "Go!" He shook his head.

　　The seven-star pagoda, a total of nine floors, Fengtian stood by the railing and looked down at the earth.

　　'S eyes are deep, his expression is not angry.

　　 "Dad, the baby lost." Feng Xinxiao stepped on the stairs and walked up. Although the depression in the voice was hidden deep, Feng Tian still heard it.

　　 "Your mind is growing." Feng Tian stared straight at Feng Xinxiao's eyes and opened the door.

　　Feng Xinxiao didn't know how to answer, and lowered his head indifferently.

　　 "Look at me." Feng Tian's voice was not loud, but with the power of a law, Feng Xin Xiao felt a sigh of heart, and quickly looked up. He only felt that an immortal sword that could cut off the ages was hanging above his head, and he might fall at any time, letting him live and die. Just a moment, the back was soaked with cold sweat, as if soaked in ice water, a thin sweat bead came out of the forehead. But he didn't even dare to wipe with his hands, the emperor realm is at this moment as fragile as a ant.

　　 Just when he felt difficult to inhale, his eyes became darker and darker, and the whole world was shaking, Feng Tian slowly looked away.

His sleeves flicked and his voice was very cold: "When the sky is still leaking, let alone a monk. In my life, before I stepped on the emperor, I won much more and lost more. After hardships, I became the emperor. And What about you? I don’t even have the courage to face failure. This is what makes me chill. Learning to sum up experience from failure will make progress. Have you forgotten what I taught you? This kind of thing happens again, You can come down from that position." This sound is not loud, but it resonates with the space, shocking Fengxin Xiao's body and blood.

　　 "I know..." Feng Xinxiao nodded vigorously.

　　After this sentence, the pavilion will be silent.

　　After ten breaths, Fengtian took the initiative to speak, his voice softened a bit, and said in a deep voice: "Feast, please Ouyang Ming."

　　 Although Fengxin Xiao had doubts in his heart, he didn't refute, he nodded gently, hesitated for a moment, or asked the doubts in his heart: "Do you want to see him in person?"

　　Fengtian did not answer, saying something inexplicable: "There are only two kinds of people in this world, enemies and friends, it depends on how he chooses."

That night.

　　 In the center of the terrace, Ouyang Ming was said to be surrounded by a group of strong phoenix clan, and it was difficult to get out. These strong men showed fanaticism in their eyes.

　　 It is indeed that Ouyang Ming's performance this time is too amazing.

　　Forging magic weapon, refining Changsheng Pill, of course, the most important thing is that the blood of the Phoenix family is unimaginable.

　　 This kind of thing, even one thing, is enough to cause a sensation. What's more, Ouyang Ming completed three of them in one breath, and also scared away the main battle with his high-handedness, and hit his face hard.

　　 Fengxiang looked at Ouyang Ming's back, cleared his throat, coughed, and suddenly, more than 70% of his eyes looked over.

He pondered for a moment and said softly: "Today is indeed a day worth remembering, because we have taken a step towards peace and prosperity. This is a joint effort of everyone. Of course, the credit is all from Master Ou, no one can take it away. "" Suddenly, there was a burst of laughter in the field, the distance between each other was much less, and the hug was much tighter. This is Feng Xiang's personality charm.

　　He walked to Ouyang Ming and bowed his hand.

　　 But Ouyang Ming twisted and hid.

　　Feng Xiang didn't care, he smiled heartily: "Master Ou, please!"

　　 The cold wind blew, and the dead leaves on the ground were blown up. The figure of a group of people gradually dissipated under the moonlight, and the figure grew longer and longer.

Within the pavilion, Ouyang Ming and Feng Xiang sat opposite each other.

　　 placed a stove in front of him, the charcoal fire was burning very vigorously, and a pot of wine was placed on the stove. This is a kind of wine unique to the Feng nationality.

　　 This kind of wine is so valuable in the world of thousands, it can be encountered but not sought. Even within the Feng nationality, they will not easily take out hospitality, of course, in the current identity of Ouyang Ming, you can naturally drink it.

　　 The pavilion was built in the middle of the lake. It is summer, with countless pink lotus flowers.

　　 or charming and delicate, or graceful, or pure and white, in short, one word, striving for beauty.

　　 "Come, try this wine, the fairy is drunk, and I can't bear to drink on weekdays." As a result, Fengxiang got up and poured a glass for Ouyang Ming, and a glass for himself. Within the Feng nationality, the people who can make Feng Xiang drink wine do not say no, but there are absolutely not many, and the total number does not exceed 20, but now there is another Ouyang Ming.

　　Listening to Feng Xiang's words, Ouyang Ming was also quite moved.

　　Although he didn't get along for a long time, he understood most of Feng Xiang's temperament. Although he is proud and conceited, there is one saying one thing and doing things truth. At this time, Ouyang Ming was even more meticulous, although the term is somewhat ambiguous, but this is the fact.

　　 And now, this kind of wine, even he is highly respected.

　　 can only explain one thing, fairy drunk is really not easy.

　　Ouyang Ming looked at the wine in the glass, pale green, scattered with magnificent spiritual power. He licked the skin of his mouth, picked up the wine glass, and raised his head to drink a sip of fairy drunk, a mellow aroma spreading along his tongue, straight through his heart. In front of him, all the past, old craftsman head, Ni Yinghong... even some small people who can't remember the name, a tea kung fu, he watched everything like a bystander.

　　 sighed softly: "Human, we must live in the present moment and cherish our eyes..."

　　 This sentence is from his heart, seeing all the past, more cherish the present.

　　 Fengxiang took a deep look at him and said inexplicably: "This is good wine..."

Ouyang Ming understood what he meant and nodded, "The spirit in this wine is extremely thick, like a trickle to nourish the flesh. This is no longer a wine, it is more precious than that fairy liquid. You are Fengxiang, the imperial realm of the Phoenix family The wine produced by the strong will never be worse. I know what you want me to do. It’s like this fairy drunk. There are only a handful of phoenixes you can drink. You drank it with me. I’m just afraid of it. Extremely difficult."

　　 "I didn't expect you to have this realization." Feng Xiang praised it.

　　 "Everything is simple, as long as you don't lose your heart, you can see the essence." Ouyang Ming said.

　　 "Those who can teach Ou Xiong and other geniuses, it seems that Ou Xiong's master must be a terrific master." Feng Xiang pursed his lips and looked at the lake. The waves were gentle and unsurprised.

"That's right, it's quite tall for me anyway." He thought about it for a while, and then said: "the kind of several floors high." Then, Ouyang Ming's head echoed from the old craftsman's head, his eyes were all Bend.

　　 "That's really high." Feng Xiang nodded if something happened.

　　 After drinking, he could say what he should say, and Feng Xiang looked dignified.

　　 said in a deep voice: "Brother Ou, this time you broke the plan of the main battle, you have to be more careful."

　　 "In the Fengzu ancestral land, so many eyes are staring, don't they dare to act rashly? Moreover, I'm not the master of any one." Ouyang Ming was not worried and whispered.

"Although the ancestral home of the Feng ethnic group is safe, the guardian's heart is indispensable. Feng Tian's heart is bad, and he will not sit still. And under his leadership, the main battles have a bloodthirsty meaning. , Not to be underestimated." Feng Xiang took a sip of fairy drunk, frowning tightly~www.readwn.com~ Feng Xin Xiao is a member of the main battle group, the mood has been lost, it is difficult to become a big weapon, you still Is there anything to worry about? "Ouyang Ming looked at the lotus with an extremely deep look.

　　 "I'm too persistent." Feng Xiang's frowned eyebrows spread out.

　　 "The wind is about to rise, I have to go back." Ouyang Ming slowly got up.

　　 Looking at Ouyang Ming's back, Feng Xiang said the last sentence: "Grandpa wants to see you."

　　Ouyang Ming was startled for two or three seconds and nodded.

　　 went back to the courtyard, and with a "creep", Ouyang Ming pushed the door open.

　　 walked into the room, sat cross-legged, and moved his thoughts immediately to sink his mind into the spiritual world. In the spiritual world, the cold wind whimpered, the snow and ice, the snowy mountains became more and more majestic, and they were pulled up every moment, and the speed was very fast, and it could not be compared with the time of the spirit. When he visualized the snowy mountains, even the temperature in the house dropped a lot.

　　After half an hour, Ouyang Ming slowly withdrew from entering the set.

　　 eyes open and close, eyes deep, like a vicissitudes of the distant starry sky, bland but peaceful, simple and vicissitudes.

　　 actually has a little meaning of survivorship and independence...

　　 After all, at this level of cultivation, the temperament must be top-notch. ...

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