The Journey Starts From the Fairy Tail

Xue Qing said so much to Zifeng. Regarding the list after acceptance, Zifeng has a preliminary understanding of this list!

In fact, it is easy to understand!

This is Lingnan, the seventy-two dynasty, the gate of the seven ancestors, all the power between Tianbaolou and Zijin City, unite to show the power of the martial artists participating in the collection, and divide the two genius levels into these warriors!

The first genius level is the genius level!

Martial artists at the genius level prove that they are indeed more than ordinary people, and they are worthy of thousands.

The second genius level is the son level!

The son-level fighters show that these people are far superior to ordinary people. They have the talent of the world, one level higher than the genius level!

How to judge whether the talent of the army is a genius or a son?

Seventy-two dynasties and Zijin City, Tianbao Tower, and Seven Gates sent a special observation team to see the competition between Lingnan warriors in Crow Mountain at night.

They will judge the performance, talent, cultivation, artistic conception, age, etc. of martial arts based on the performance of all the fighters in the Night Crow Mountain!

"I don't know what my final judgment is, what will it be?" "A genius, or a son?"

Zifeng stood in front of the window, watching the people coming and going in Zijin City.

"Zijin City is becoming more and more lively. In the past few days, thousands of soldiers have poured into it. I remember Xue Qing said that the current price of Tianbao Inn was 1 million Lingshi a day before the game. A few days ago. After days, it will soar to tens of millions of days, and I really don’t lie to me.”

Zifeng smiled lightly.

In the short half month of Zijin City, Zifeng often stood in front of the window, watching the people coming and going in Zijin City.

"The world is bustling, everything is for profit!"

"The world is embarrassing, everything is for profit!"

"The ancients really didn't make a mistake."

Zifeng smiled indifferently: "The young people in Zijin City have gathered at the peak. How many soldiers are working hard today?"

"For the so-called genius and public ranking, how many soldiers are working hard to train!"

"No one asks for a ten-year window, it becomes famous in the world!"

"The so-called reputation in this world is an episode of this Zijin City!"

Zifeng smiled slightly, and involuntarily pulled out the kettle in one of his hands. Looking at the people in Zijin City, Zifeng began to drink alone.

When Zifeng looked at the soldiers in Zijin City, Zifeng suddenly felt that if he thought of something in his heart, his artistic realm had actually begun to loosen a little!

"The mood of heavy rain." Zi Feng was a little puzzled. Suddenly, he felt a little sigh. The range of torrential rain sentiment has loosened, and there are some vague signs in the mid-term.

But this opportunity flashed, Zifeng failed to seize it.

Zifeng worked hard for a long time, but in the end he couldn't grasp the opportunity to break through!

This is the hardest thing to cultivate artistic conception. To break through the artistic conception, the army needs to comprehend the world and comprehend the world. However, it can usually break the flash of the soul. If you can't catch it, you can only wait for the next opportunity.

When is the next opportunity? What about ten years later? One hundred years from now? No one can be right!

Therefore, many great sages in the sacred world, the powerful state of Yang Qi, and the cultivation of artistic conception are only the initial stage.

Even some warriors retreated for a hundred years in order to seize the opportunity, but in the end they didn't!

Cultivating artistic concepts is much more difficult than practicing martial arts!

Cultivating ordinary emotions is still so difficult.

It is more difficult to cultivate a special mood.

In particular, it is more difficult to cultivate the mood of Zhang Jianxing as a destroyer who was destroyed by destruction.

As Ni Xiangen said, although the destructive emotions are strong, the ancient continent has only been destroyed for half a century since ancient times!

This is a terrible number. Ancient martial arts have been passed down to the present, and they have not been recorded in time.

In such a long period of time, the cultivation of artistic conception was only half of it, which is amazing and too rare.

It is precisely because of the lack of cultivation and the destruction of the artistic conception that it is even more difficult to cultivate and destroy the artistic conception without the guidance of the teacher and the experience left by the predecessors. Therefore, when Zhang Jianxing heard the demon sword appearing in Zijin City, he immediately rushed in. His purpose is to fight Zifeng!

In the second half of the month, after every day, Chen Hai came to Zifeng's residence and watched Zifeng leave.

On this day, Zifeng said: "Chen Hai, you walked back and forth for more than half a month, you are not tired, I am tired of you, what do you say."

Today, when Chen Hai came to see that Zifeng was still practicing, he had to leave. Before leaving, Zifeng said suddenly.

Cheng Hai said: "I can't bear to see you practice. Actually, I don't have any major incidents. Just like this. There are many reincarnations who want to challenge you. After the challenge, I will ask you if you can't hold it?"

"This has been going on for half a month, and I have encountered a challenge of nearly 500 people here!"

"Do you want to take over?"

When Zifeng heard this, he opened his eyes slightly: "Receive! Why didn't you pick him up? Because they are dying, I will realize them!"

Chen Hai said, "Well, I will arrange ten people for you tomorrow, how about it?"

Zifeng nodded; "Yes."

Chen Hai gently nodded and turned to leave.

After Zifeng and the other criminals left, there was a trace of fatigue in his eyes, and he was exhausted. He said: "Because I can't get the answer I want, let's follow this killing mood!"

"Because it is killing people, it has to find answers from the killing."

"What is my killing mood?"

For the second half of the month, Zifeng is thinking, what is his killing mood?

But half a month later, Zifeng didn't get anything, and he still knew too little about murderous emotions.

There is no way, Zifeng can only find the answer by killing people.

On the second day of dawn, outside the residence of Chen Li Zifeng, he took Zifeng to the battlefield!

When I came to the battlefield, Zifeng looked up and saw that today there are more than five million demon strongmen sitting on the battle platform, waiting for the performance of today's swordsman!

Zifeng came to the abused mouse with a gloomy face and did not speak.

A mouse said weakly: "You seem to be thinking about it? Before the war, your condition was not good!"

Zifeng looked up at the tortured mouse: "Not affected."

The torturer said, "That's it, let me come."

"Your first challenger, five-hundred dollar green armor! He is not a very good agreement, you are ready.",,..