Chapter 35 The third type of person

Ji Ming just saw something strange about Feng Chen's victory, and he couldn't see the reason at all. He didn't dare to be careless at all. As soon as he came up, he used ghostly steps to transform into four figures. Each figure was as real as reality, heading towards Feng Chen.

Attack.

"Look, that's the trace of the Nine Spiritual Stage Shadow Fans. Last year, there was only one figure in the outer gate competition, but now there are two more figures."

"Spirit level skills, hey, they are indeed the descendants of the elders. Even the skills they practice are different. Hey, even if the outer sect can practice this skill, it is too difficult to practice this step to such a state. Now it has

It’s extremely horrifying.”

"Yes, after all, a year has passed, and he is a descendant of the third elder. However, he is able to practice this spiritual step to a very good level. It is not surprising that he has reached a minor success. I guess he is expected to win the top four this time."

"It's hard to say. After all, many people have not yet advanced to Mortal Transformation and entered the inner sect, and there are also two gas dual cultivators from the previous session."

…

Feng Chen looked at the four figures, which seemed to be shadowy and real, and he really couldn't tell them apart. Moreover, Ji Ming was less than five steps away from Feng Chen.

His fingers had already been pinching slightly, Feng Chen smiled slightly, the black ice coldness clung to the sword, and he swung the sword horizontally in a semi-circle, shining with ice-blue light.

Ji Ming looked at the cold air released by Feng Chen in astonishment, and instantly understood how Mu Zihan was defeated. This cold air must not be touched, and all four figures bent down, dodging narrowly.

However, Feng Chen had already expected it and directly swung out a blast of cold air again. Ji Ming wanted to dodge, but found that there was still an icy blue cold air in front of him, which was no more than three inches away. Now it was too late for his body to get away.

The next moment, cold air entered the body, and the meridians in Ji Ming's body were frozen. He was frozen like Mu Zihan. His face turned pale and he could not move at all.

"I accept it, senior brother." Feng Chen held the Qinghong Sword in Ji Ming's hand and said with a smile.

"Lost, lost, how is it possible...how can you cast spells? Could it be that you are in the realm of transformation?" Ji Ming murmured in confusion.

"This is a secret. Maybe we will know it later." Feng Chen said with a smile, but the next moment he lifted Ji Ming up and walked to the edge of the ring. However, he did not throw him directly, but gently placed him on the ring.

Outside the ring, after all, Mu Zihan was deliberately looking for trouble, while Ji Ming was forced to give orders.

After Feng Chen once again won at an extremely fast speed, there was an uproar in the Lun Dao Palace. Ji Ming was among the top sixteen in the outer sect a year ago. Even after a year of training, he was firmly in the top ten. His strength was even better than that of Ji Ming.

Zihan was much higher, and he was defeated by this new disciple whose cultivation level was only at the seventh level of Tongmai.

"Did you see it just now? The ice-blue cold air must be a spell. Could it be that he is hiding his strength and is cultivating the Mortal Realm." The woman from the outer sect in white asked an inner sect man in blue next to her.

"No, this cold air has no spiritual energy fluctuations. It seems to have emerged out of thin air, and the cultivation level is indeed at the seventh level of meridians." The inner man in blue shook his head and said in confusion.

"Is it possible that it's the artistic conception?" Another inner disciple in blue asked with some suspicion.

"Impossible, how could he possibly understand at such a young age? Not to mention the inner disciples, not even the core disciples understand it. That is an artistic conception that only true disciples have." The inner disciple in blue retorted resolutely.

He looked like he didn't believe it at all.

…

When the little girl saw that Feng Chen had won, her face was full of joy: "At first I thought it was because I had been in seclusion for a long time, but I felt wrong. I didn't expect you to be here. Come and let's continue playing. Call all the top eight disciples from the outer sect over. I

Have fun today."

"Shut up!"

When people come, sound comes first, and a deafening sound suddenly comes from countless miles away.

The little girl's red face suddenly turned pale, and she exclaimed: "Oh, it's over, it's over, it's that bastard who told the senior brother that I came out, run, run, I must not be caught." As he spoke, he raised his hands.

He hurriedly picked up the red ribbon, flicked his little feet, and turned into a red light and flew outward.

But the next moment, a ray of white light intercepted the path of the red light. When everyone took a look, they found that the little girl's white feet were caught in the hands of the young man in Taoist robes, and the little girl was hung upside down.

The little girl's young white hands feebly slapped the young man's arms, and then she shouted in a crying voice, with tears in her big eyes: "Come here, come here, someone is bullying the little girl here."

If you don’t know better, you may really think that the young man is a perverted lolicon.

The entire Lundao Hall was quiet, with only the cry of the little girl echoing in the hall. At this time, the scene was awkward.

Everyone was silent for a long time, everyone covering their mouths, wanting to laugh but not daring to laugh.

moment.

All the disciples reacted, bowed their hands and said, "Join the leader."

Feng Chen also saluted and observed with his peripheral vision.

The man was wearing a white Taoist robe with black edges. He had a handsome face and a red mark like a willow leaf on his forehead. He had an airy temperament and a touch of fairy charm, which fascinated many female disciples.

"Is this the leader? He is completely different from the old man recorded in the manual. Maybe he has also made a breakthrough, but why does he look so much like a lolita control?" Feng Chen thought to himself.

"Continue." Without saying a word, the leader turned into a white light and left with the little girl.

At this time, Feng Chen stood up, and suddenly felt someone patting him behind him. When he looked back, he saw that it was Luo Jiansheng who had left at some point before.

"Here, Junior Brother Feng, your spirit stone." Luo Jiansheng didn't know when he took the spirit stone from the spirit plate into his hand and handed it to Feng Chen.

"Thank you, Brother Luo." Feng Chen took it and thanked him.

Luo Jiansheng pulled Feng Chen out of the hall and said with a proud smile: "Look, thanks to me calling the leader over, otherwise the opponents in the future would get stronger and stronger, and sooner or later you wouldn't be able to keep this spiritual stone.

If you still want to win more, come with me."

Feng Chen also knew that so many people knew about his strength. If he wanted to fight, he would probably be among the top ten outer disciples. At that time, Xuan Binghan's coldness might be completely exposed, so he followed Luo Jiansheng and walked out.

After a while.

Luo Jiansheng took Feng Chen around a remote road and came to a remote wooden house. Feng Chen entered the house.

After Luo Jiansheng closed the door, countless mysterious runes flashed across the wooden door, and then he smiled and said: "If you are talking in this room, I have set up a formation so that only the two of us can hear you. Don't worry."

"What on earth is going on that requires such caution? I hope Brother Luo can give me some advice." Feng Chen asked doubtfully.

"Do you know the different types of people?" Luo Jiansheng asked Feng Chen.

Feng Chen thought for a moment and felt that it should not be said lightly, so he replied: "I don't know."

"There are two types of people." Luo Jiansheng nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile.

"What two kinds?" Fengchen asked.

"One kind is a person who obeys heaven, and the other kind is a person who goes against heaven." At this time, Luo Jiansheng's eyes flashed with a sharp edge.

"Then what does Brother Luo think is a person who obeys heaven and who is a person who goes against heaven?" Feng Chen asked.

"A person who is content with nature is content with the status quo, has no desire to make progress, sticks to the old rules, and compromises with fate."

"Those who go against the will of heaven, have great ambitions, move forward bravely, and can change the fate of others." Luo Jiansheng answered naturally.

Feng Chen wondered, "Brother Luo, what's the meaning of what you said?"

"Of course, because you are a person who is beyond common sense. You are neither of the two! You are the third type of person who can be transcendent!" Luo Jiansheng shouted loudly.

"You just said there are two types, and then you said I am neither. Isn't that contradictory?" Feng Chen said with a smile.

Fengchen's lifespan at this time is thirty days.
Chapter completed!