All People Simulate: I Become The Villain Of Destiny

Hearing the words of the wind clear, the branch in Ning Zhongze's hand drooped, and he glanced at Su Mo, seeing that he was still closing his eyes and understanding, his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

In the blink of an eye, he took two steps forward, blocking Feng Qingyang's sight, and asked softly,

"Senior is my Huashan Sword Sect master?"

Ning Zhong was puzzled, but his eyes were full of vigilance, and the internal force on the branches was condensed but not dispersed.

Seeing Ning Zhongze's vigilant appearance, Feng Qingyang was not annoyed, and nodded in response: "The old man is Qingyang." "

The wind is blowing?!

Ning Zhong was slightly stunned, and he sighed in his heart, and the secret way was not good.

Back then, the battle between the sword qi of the Huashan faction, if it really had to be discussed, the Qi Sect would not be able to win the Sword Sect.

It's because the Sword Sect has an unborn genius, and the wind is clear.

So, the person in charge of the Qi Sect, that is, her father, secretly sent someone to Jiangnan and deceived Feng Qingyang.

Only then did he barely win the Sword Sect.

Now that the wind is clear, if you are dissatisfied with the Qi Sect... Suffer!

Ning Zhong's scalp was numb, and the branches in his hands unconsciously stood up.

When Feng Qingyang saw this scene, he raised his eyebrows and said a little playfully: "You want to compete with the old man?"

Ning Zhong took a deep breath, glanced at Su Mo, and said respectfully, "

Uncle Feng is in front of you, and the juniors don't dare to make a mistake."

Can't do it!

Ning Zhong smiled, but the jade hand under the sleeve robe clenched the branches, and his knuckles turned white.

At this time, the senior brother is at a critical juncture, if there is an internal force that disturbs him, I am afraid that he will fall short, or even go mad!

Ning Zhong didn't know that Su Mo seemed to be rushing through the level, but it was actually equivalent to hanging up and cultivating.

Not to mention the internal force agitation, even if you step forward and give him a big pocket, it will not have any impact.

Of course, if she really did this, Su Mo would definitely have to find time to collide back.

The wind is clear and the people are old and refined, and when they saw Ning Zhongze's worries, they snorted dissatisfiedly:

"Ning girl, the old man has been living in seclusion on the cliff all these years!"

Ahh

Ning Zhong was a little stunned.

Secluded in the cliff?!

Behind the two, Su Mo was also a little speechless.

Although I know that Ning Zhong is concerned about chaos, you are too stupid.

If Feng Qingyang really had any bad intentions, he would have done it a long time ago.

How can there be so much spare time, and you are here to talk about it.

Su Mo began to consciously guide the internal forces to operate according to the path of the Ziyang Fa.

Although it is said that after the exercises are blackened, even if he is unconscious, the internal force will be automatically cultivated.

But under your own guidance, it will always be faster.

Soon, in less than half a pillar of incense, Su Mo's internal force successfully operated for twelve Great Zhou Tian.

From the seven tendons and eight veins, it gathers the spine dragon and differentiates into two paths.

One upwells, straight to the top of the head Baihui acupoint, and the other down, straight to the bottom of the foot Yongquan acupoint.

The next moment!

Su Mo banged in his mind, only to feel that his spiritual sense was wide open, and without the blessing of internal force, he could easily hear the sound of small insects and beasts in the forest a hundred meters away through the leaves.

And this is just a trivial benefit of breaking through the innate nature.

The real change is that he has comprehended the "artistic conception".

Whether it is a martial artist or a cultivator, they all pay attention to the three words of spirit and spirit.

The essence is the body, and the qi contains the five internal organs, but the god is hidden in the underworld.

Now that Su Mo has broken through the innate realm and integrated his essence and spirit, he has realized a little bit of God's skin.

That is, the existence of artistic conception.

Thanks to the Ziyang Rectification, what Su Mo realized was a vast round of heaven, which he named the Ziyang Artistic Conception.

Su Mo succeeded, and the color exercises around him instantly dispersed into the four sides.

Imagery such as vastness, scorching, vitality, and warmth is left on the grass, trees, earth and stone.

"Artistic conception?!"

Feng Qingyang's originally indifferent face was suddenly stunned, his eyes were half-squinted, and the fingers of his beard inadvertently increased his strength, and he actually pulled a few white beards down.

What the hell... Am I crazy or the world is crazy?!

Even if Yue Buqun breaks through, can he still comprehend the artistic conception? !

Feng Qingyang was a little struck and lost his soul.

"Senior brother!"

Compared with the consternation of the wind and the clear air, Ning Zhong seemed to be relieved, and Yan Yan retreated behind Su Mo with a smile.

There were outsiders present, and even if she was full of doubts, she had to wait until the two of them were alone to ask.

Su Mo smiled at Ning Zhongze, took the branch in her hand, and pinched her soft wattle.

Ning Nuxia's face suddenly turned red, and she symbolically twitched twice, then lowered her head and stopped talking.

Throwing the branches aside, the corners of Su Mo's mouth curled, and he looked at the wind clearly.

After breaking through just now, he had already sensed the realm of the clear wind.

At the beginning of the innate realm, he comprehended the rudiments of sword intent.

It's not that Feng Qingyang's qualifications are not enough, but that the upper limit of this side of the world is the early stage of congenital.

As for the artistic conception, it is difficult for mediocre talents to comprehend, and genius depends on chance.

Therefore, after half a lifetime, the wind is clear, and he has comprehended a prototype, and the complete artistic conception also depends on the opportunity.

But Sumo was different.

He is a hanger, and the breakthrough of the exercises comes with a complete artistic conception.

"I'm invincible?"

Su Mo's heart was dark.

But his face was still light, and he said indifferently:

"Junior Yue Buqun, meet Uncle Feng."

"The occasional gain disturbed the peace of Uncle Feng, and Buqun felt deeply guilty, so he set up a banquet another day and apologized to Uncle Feng."

Hehe~

Feng Qingyang glanced at Su Mo and set up a banquet?

I'm afraid you want to eat the old man's feast!

For some reason, Feng Qingyang always felt that he didn't like this guy, and there was always an impulse in his heart to try it with him.

But looking at the residual artistic conception on the side, the corners of Feng Qingyang's eyes twitched, and he still extinguished his thoughts.

Immediately snorted lightly, turned his back and did not say goodbye, and floated away.

"Senior brother, Uncle Feng?"

There was no one around, and Ning Zhong lost the shame he had just now.

"It's okay, after all, it's the senior uncle of the Sword Sect, so naturally I can't look down on me, the head of the Qi Sect."

Su Mo shook his head, squinted his eyes and looked in the direction of Feng Qingyang's departure, and had a little calculation in his heart.

There is no doubt that Feng Qingyang, as a "hermit master", must be the grandfather of the son of destiny.

If you want to suppress the Son of Destiny, you must start from Feng Qingyang.

I don't know, the son of destiny in this world is not his good apprentice Ling Hu Chong?