True Martial World

Three months later, in the "God" box on the top floor of the Wanshen Building, there was a table full of delicacies, which was more expensive than the one that Yi Yun had eaten. Nothing.

Eight well-dressed maids are serving around the table, some pouring wine, some sipping tea, some feeding, and some squatting.

Feng Yunyang is sitting between the eight maids, holding his left and right, enjoying the service.

In front of him, there are several pro-disciples, although Feng Yunyang was beaten by Yi Yun before, even unloaded his arm, but Feng Yunyang is still in his father's close disciples, so he is still being The big family is offering and holding.

Feng Yunyang also enjoyed such a day. He came from a small ancestral door and walked to the present position. The huge jump in his status gave him great satisfaction.

"Less head, that Yi Yun has been banned for half a year, it seems that it will always be banned, this is obviously the punishment of the ancestors for Yi Yun, just too light."

Some people said that people know that Yi Yun is a thorn in Feng Yunyang's heart. He wants to make good friends with Feng Yunyang. It is inevitable to step on a few feet.

Hearing the name of Yi Yun, Feng Yunyang brows up, and Yi Yun, he hates to gnash his teeth. If it is not the master who spends a lot of money to pick up his arm, his arm will be abolished.

"Hey! Shizun has collected a lot of heavenly treasures for me. After the moon has passed, I have to use these treasures to make liquid medicine for me to wash my body. At that time, I will definitely advance by leaps and bounds. Before I slammed my arm, I am going to smash his limbs, cut off his nose and ears, and make a stick!"

Feng Yunyang drank a little half of the altar, and he was already drunk. He was originally awkward, and he was drunk when he drank the gods.

"Oh? Listen to the meaning of the small head, the list that the ancestors took out six months ago, the materials above have been collected?"

When I heard Feng Yunyang, everyone in the room could not help but think of the list that the ancestors took out at the conference. The materials on the list were all worthwhile. If you want to find it, you must have a lot of wealth and some luck.

Even the ancestors of the gods, it is extremely difficult to collect these materials by himself alone, so he took out enough rewards to launch hundreds of families in the entire Wanshen Ridge and let them use their family connections to find them.

With so many families, I don’t know how many years of operation in Jinghai, the depth of the foundation is deep, and the efficiency of finding things is too high.

"There are more than half of them, and some of them are really not found. It is estimated that there is no hope in a short time, so the ancestors have already planned to start making liquid medicine."

Feng Yunyang said proudly, how is Yi Yun's strength strong, and isn't it still being left out and being banned? I can compare with myself, and the success of washing is the end of Yi Yun.

Feng Yunyang has been determined to kill Yi Yun. He can see that his ancestors and heads are not waiting for Yi Yun, even to the extent of hate.

The original intention of forbidding Yi Yun is probably to fear that Yi Yun will grow up in the future and retaliate against Wanshenling. As a result, even if he kills Yi Yun, he will not be blamed by his ancestors and his head, but even for them. .

Thinking of this, the wind and clouds are getting better.

Killing Yi Yun, but it is his own demon, a shame of the snow, waiting for his own in the future, is an infinite bright future, it is really the palm of the hand, the clouds and rain, sitting on countless beautiful women, enjoy thousands of years of life, life Extreme, but that's it!

"It’s a blessing to have a small head. It’s so important to be ancestors, let me wait for envy.”

Everyone in the room said sour, they know that Feng Yunyang’s talent is good, but it’s just better than them. It’s still a lot worse than Yi Yun’s demon. It’s not so much that the ancestors spend so much to cultivate. Let people collapse!

In fact, a few months ago, there were rumors that Feng Yunyang was the illegitimate son of his ancestors!

The ancestors built Wanshenling for so many years, and have never heard of him having a son, even a woman without him.

Some people speculate that because the ancestors practiced different methods, which made him become the boy's body, and could not go to the house, so it is difficult to have a child, and Feng Yunyang may be because his life is going to be done, using some special method, it is hard Only the illegitimate child who came to get it, so it is so generous, otherwise it will not explain.

If that's the case, then no matter what treatment Fengyunyang gets, people have nothing to say.

Fengyun Yangshuo can not know the thoughts of everyone, and their envious eyes are very proud of Feng Yunyang.

Just then, suddenly, Feng Yunyang’s disciple’s token lit up and his ancestors passed!

After learning the contents of the sound, Feng Yunyang’s face changed: “I have something, go first, you eat!”

Between the talks, Feng Yunyang has already disappeared from the Wanshen Ridge.

Although Feng Yunyang is addicted to enjoyment, but the weight is still clearly defined, the ancestors gave him all this, but all the things that his ancestors confessed must be done in the first place.

Just a quarter of an hour later, Feng Yunyang came to the retreat of the gods.

"Master!"

Feng Yunyang performed the ceremony of mentoring and appreciating. For this old man, Feng Yunyang is also respectful, although he may not want to have a person who can control his own destiny at will.

"Call you, it is a species for you."

The red boy’s voice said hoarsely.

"Do you plant it? It’s only eighteen days."

The soul is a way of practicing the soul of the gods. It was once every eighty-first days, then forty-nine days, then the next thirty-six days, now only the last species, only the past It’s only eighteen days.

Up to now, Feng Yunyang has planted more than 30 soul species.

Every time I experience the baptism of the soul, Feng Yunyang's soul strength will be enhanced a lot, which makes the doubts in the original Feng Yunyang heart slowly eliminated a lot.

The species of the soul requires that Feng Yunyang must not have any resistance. He must be willing. At first, Feng Yunyang also had doubts, but when he thought about himself as a junior, there was nothing to be plotted. He was relieved, especially after his ancestors were in him. It took so many resources and announced in public that he was the heir to the next head, which made him more and more convinced of the ancestors.

With the red boy's seal, a gray scent shot from his fingertips, and did not enter the wind and the eyebrows of Yunyang.

Feng Yunyang's body trembled abruptly, his face paled, and the pain in the soul sea continued for a quarter of an hour before slowly slowing down.

Every time a species is planted, there is such a pain from the soul, and it is stronger than once. According to the ancestors, this is a natural reaction as the practice is deeper and deeper.

Although Feng Yunyang has some doubts, he has been practicing for so long, and he has not turned his back. He can only go to black.

"It's almost the same." The red boy said slowly, and the voice was like an old man who was going to be a wood.

"Probably tomorrow, wash your body."

When I heard the words of my ancestors, Feng Yunyang was shocked and happy. "So fast!?"

"Yes, the medicine for washing is enough, so I don't need to wait any longer."

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