The Journey Starts From the Fairy Tail

How could this yellow waste break through this array?

"This thing must be strange!"

Many fighters swear that their words are very firm, unanimously that Zifeng is cheating.

Zifeng smashed the guardian array on the **** monument.

At this moment, the magic circle on the stone tablet suddenly twisted in front of Zifeng, forming a whirlpool, pulling Zifeng's heart into it.

brush--

Zifeng's thoughts entered the whirlpool, and Zifeng immediately found himself near a small lake.

The breeze blew slowly and softly on Zifeng's face.

On the other side of Zifeng, stood a young man in white clothes. He looked at Zifeng, holding a sword in his hand, and smiled faintly: "The wind is colorless and tasteless, without traces, invisible, unable to be grasped or touched, but when it blows on his face , It can give people a warm feeling."

"I felt the breeze on my face by the lake. I felt it, and felt a gentle sword."

Zi Feng looked at the white boy in a daze, wondering whether this man was the ancestor of Shen Fengzong, Feng Ziling?

So young?

This is Ziling, a young man who is very young, and looks only seventeen or eighteen years old.

"He is younger than me, and he has already experienced the magical powers of martial arts. There are so many geniuses in this." Zifeng sighed sincerely.

Zifeng thinks he has surpassed many geniuses at this age, but now that he sees Zifeng, Zifeng knows that his current achievements are only small.

"If you are gentle, I will show it to you once. How much you can understand depends on your luck." The boy in white in front of him gave Zi Feng a gentle smile, and the sword went down, and the endless sword intent gathered in an instant.

Come on, let me see how powerful the supernatural powers are.

Zifeng held his breath and watched attentively as the boy in white drew his sword.

With a cordial smile, the young man in white walked forward and came to Zifeng's face. With a wave of the sword's edge, the breeze blew across Zifeng's face.

In the breeze, Zifeng felt a trace of warmth and a trace of inner peace. At this time, Zifeng almost put down all his guards.

Zifeng has never felt such a calm state of mind, no pressure, no worries, forgetting everything, forgetting Lin Ze, forgetting the pursuit of the three wealthy families, forgetting that this place is a relic of Fengshen sect.

At this moment, a sword passed.

"not good!"

Zifeng reflected this in time and looked forward intently. The sword of the boy in white had passed through his throat.

If Zifeng really had a fight with this young man, he would have cut his throat at the moment.

With this sword, there is no pain, except for the affinity of the breeze, there is hardly any feeling. Zi Feng stared at the white-clothed boy in a daze, his complexion began to blur, and Zi Feng's thoughts began to withdraw from the stone tablet.

"Did you see clearly?"

When Zifeng's thoughts left, the white boy asked with a smile.

The heart withdrew from the stone tablet.

In other words, he was beaten to death by the young man in white and had to retire.

His thoughts returned to Zifeng's body. At this time, Zifeng found that his body had been wet with cold sweat, and his eyes looked at the stone monument in horror.

Prior to this, the sword of the young man in white still remained in Zifeng's heart.

"This gentle sword is really powerful. I don't even know how I died, and then I died."

Zifeng said with concern.

If Zifeng really fought the young man in white in the First World War, Zifeng would definitely not take a sword.

Zifeng sat cross-legged in front of the stone tablet, closed his eyes again, and quickly began to comprehend the magic of this sword in his heart.

Little by little, little by little.

An hour later, Zifeng opened his eyes, with a hint of relief in his eyes, and said in his heart: "The gentle sword, I have learned a bit, but I still need more feelings to give full play to the power of this sword. ."

"This is not a suitable place to feel. After returning to the sect, slowly feel it."

Zifeng stood up and walked to the stone room.

The official asked Zifeng curiously: "Did you touch that sword?"

"A little bit." Zifeng nodded silently in response.

Hush!

All the soldiers looked at Zifeng at the moment, all showing a look of astonishment.

"Even Linzel in fifth and fifth grades can't understand this sword. He did it."

"This person is mostly an evildoer, Huang Yipin Wu's soul actually has such a great ability to perceive?"

Many soldiers stared at Zifeng and said in surprise.

At this time, Zifeng felt a lot of eyes coming from the crowd, envy, jealousy, and even brutality.

The official said calmly: "Since you have mastered this sword, then you follow me and I will give you Fengshen's secret recipe."

"The remaining soldiers, this place needs to be temporarily closed. Please leave."

The authorities turned to observe the soldiers said.

Hearing the marching order of the authorities, many soldiers were unwilling to be separated from Zifeng.

But there is no other choice. This mechanism person has the power of heaven and earth, and if he wants to force through the Wugan Divine Ceremony Stele, it is undoubtedly seeking death.

"Zifeng, I'm waiting for you outside. The magic of martial arts and Shen Feng's magic tactics that you understand belong to me." Before leaving, Liu Liang said to Zifeng with a sneer.

Zifeng also glanced at Liu Liang with a cold face, dismissing it.

After you come out, I will definitely sever ties with you in the First World War. Before leaving, Lin Zeer looked at Zifeng contemptuously and said.

"Su Cang is indeed right. If he does not die, he will be the most powerful on his way to unify the spirit sword. Zifeng, if you dare to come out, I will clear the way for Su Cang at all costs."

Ye Suxin said to herself in her heart.

At this moment, Su Ye's desire to kill Zifeng's heart had reached an unstoppable level.

Li Jianxing walked over and said in a low voice, "Zifeng, many people are paying attention to you now. It is estimated that the Shenfeng tactics you will get in the future will make you a hot potato among the remnants of the Shenfeng family."

"I see, Jianxing, after you go out, immediately leave the Fengshen Gang with the fighters of the sword alliance." Zifeng said to Li Jianxing.

"What about you?" Li Jianxing asked anxiously.

"Naturally I have a solution. You don't have to worry about me." Zifeng said solemnly.

Li Jianxing considered this matter carefully. Even if he stayed, he didn't seem to be able to help Zifeng. He said, "Well, you must be careful and safe. Go back to the Spirit Sword Sect alive. I'm still waiting for you to drink."

Okay, you get the wine ready, I'll be back soon. Zifeng said with a faint smile.

Smiled, turned and walked out of Wu.