Mythological Native Species

As soon as Feng Linwen finished speaking, Master Jingchou's expression changed.

She seemed to want to say something, but had nothing to say.

Feng Linxun was calm, as if he hadn't said anything before.

The wind at night, blowing across the lake, is peaceful and quiet, but the lakeside at the moment is somewhat unspeakable.

Whether Feng Linhan is a noble person who sacrifices himself for others is a matter of opinion.

But he is obviously a guy who understands women's hearts very well.

When enough correct guidance, appropriate silence is the biggest poison.

Emotional women often make up too many sad and lingering stories on their own. You can never be the prince charming in their imaginations, but this does not delay you, do some "misunderstood" behavior, and then let them substitute you into the role in their fantasy.

Almost in a way that is visible to the naked eye, the progress bar of Feng Linxun's current 'Murong Cheng' vest's first skill unlocking suddenly increased a lot.

"It seems that her heart is moved, and perhaps even the primordial spirit is slightly shaken. It seems that in order to gain the 'trust' of the strong, not only they need to believe in my vest, but also to generate huge emotional fluctuations in their hearts." Feng Lin Wan made a brief analysis of the current situation.

"Although it is more difficult, it has also continued for my golden finger." Feng Linwen sincerely sighed that this major achievement was not easy and timely.

He is only in the period of Qi training, and many skills that need to be unlocked have a very high demand for trust value.

If we go further, wouldn't we have to go to the point where no one in the world knows you?

And now is a new way out.

Master Jingchou did not refuse Feng Lin's self "dedication" and "sacrifice".

She's not a cardamom, a little girl who doesn't have so much sympathy and soft-heartedness.

She has a deep hatred in her blood, and even if she becomes a temple master of the Druiyang Peak in the Holy Land of Fushan, she cannot bring much help to her revenge. Only by stepping into a higher position can she open up her past memories. .

At this time, in order to go further, she is willing to do many things, and many people can sacrifice.

"Okay! Since that's the case, I'll take you to see the Holy Master tomorrow. Do you have any other requests?" Perhaps a little uneasy in his heart, Master Jingchou asked Feng Linye.

She wants compensation, not just to reassure herself.

Feng Linwen's eyes flickered with confusion, as if he glanced at the sachet that Master Jing Chou tied around his waist, but he remained silent, shaking his head slightly, with no desire or desire.

Su's hands trembled slightly, but she seemed to carelessly took off the sachet tied on her waist, pretending to be firm and saying, "Your vision is not bad, this sachet is not only made of fragrant snow silver silk, but also contains magic herbs. The aroma of the medicine is most conducive to meditation and concentration, and it will be given to you to assist in cultivation.”

When he spoke, Master Jingqiu had a rosy face, obviously he didn't believe what he said.

Feng Linwen hurriedly stepped forward, took it with both hands, and took it into his arms unceremoniously, storing it away.

The atmosphere that seemed ambiguous at first has been upgraded to a new level.

Master Jingqiu couldn't bear it any longer, and when he turned around, he had already crossed the lake and disappeared in the distance where the water and the sky meet.

However, Feng Linye stood alone by the lake and did not leave, as if he had a long aftertaste.

"Tomorrow, I will see the Holy Master and many vein masters, which means that I... As Murong Cheng, I have officially stood on the cusp of the Holy Land of Fushan. The early dormancy is finally coming to an end, and the next step is to make things up." Thinking of this, Feng Linwen's chest was beating with fiery heat.

He has never been a lonely and ordinary person willingly.

So he sometimes does things that only lunatics would do.

Nine veins of Fushan Mountain, one vein and one peak.

Hmm... an outdated setting!

Of course, as the main vein of Futu Peak, it is also the main hall of the Holy Land of Fushan.

The mountain is tens of thousands of meters high, almost reaching the sky, and a dangerous road leads directly to the top of the mountain.

On both sides of the mountain road, there are thousands of visions.

There are ancient pines that are like a spirit ape knocking, there are ganoderma lucidum groups that are as big as a fight, there are exotic flowers and grasses competing for beauty, and there are mountains and mountains that cover up, as if hiding a more mysterious world.

When you reach the top of the mountain, you knock on the stone gate on the top of the mountain alone. After the stone gate, there are layers of palaces in the main hall.

Compared with Zuiyang Peak, it is scattered and free.

The scene in Futu Peak can be called rigorous, solemn and grand.

Following Master Jingqiu, the two walked all the way in, stepping on the floating clouds, and arrived at the Fushan Palace not long after.

The gate of the palace is nine feet high and made of white jade.

Behind the door are thousands of auspicious colors, as if the real abode of immortals and gods.

Feng Lin didn't squint at night, and didn't feel so shocked.

Simple visual effects, unable to shake his mind.

Regardless of the Galaxy Age, all kinds of cosmic wonders are not uncommon. In many virtual online games of Xianxiaxiang, the beautiful scenery and shocking and gorgeous scenes that Feng Linchen has seen are too many. Millions of swordsmen fly together, gods and Buddhas all over the sky, heaven and earth collapse, and stars and rivers fall. Destruction, chaos burst, universe collapse... All kinds of scenes have been applied to the extreme by those unscrupulous game developers, exhausting the peak of imagination.

If Feng Linwan was playing the role of a young native from the countryside, then he would still have to look like he had never seen the world.

However, before long, he will have to talk in front of so many Fushan Holy Land powerhouses. If he behaves unbearably at this time~www.wuxiaspot.com~, it will form a sharp contrast and conflict with the characters who will wait for a while. , but not beautiful.

Of course... it's not for the sake of not being ashamed in front of Master Jing Chou.

Apparently, Master Jingqiu had already communicated with the Holy Master and even some of the vein masters, so when Feng Linye followed and entered the Fushan Palace, almost all eyes were focused on Feng Linye.

In these eyes, what is the emotion of the package... Feng Linxen couldn't tell.

He is not a human flesh distinguishing machine, how could it be so easy to feel the emotions of the other person from the eyes of one person?

"But this highly anticipated feeling...not bad." Feng Linwen's heart gradually calmed down.

When it was time for him to perform, he became more calm and calm.

"Are you Murong Cheng?" The high voice seemed to hang down from the Nine Heavens Cloud Palace.

"Yes!" Feng Linye answered decisively.

Above the hall, floating clouds suddenly emerged, and the shadow of a young man appeared in the haze. Not only did he look like a young man when he was studying the Fa, but he also had the despair and fear that this young man had when he fell into the mouth of a monster.

"If you are Murong Cheng, who is he?" asked indifferently, as if to penetrate the soul of a person.

In order to enter the Holy Land of Fushan, Feng Linwen made a fake in Fushan City, which was easily exposed on the main hall at this time.

Feng Lin's expression did not change in the evening, which of course... was also within his expectations.

He joined the Holy Land of Fushan because he didn't just mess around. As long as he wanted to get out of the way, his fake identity would inevitably become his weakness.

So long before, he was well prepared. Not only will this fake identity not become his flaw, but in a sense, it will deepen a certain impression and become a help.

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