"Children's play."

The head of Dongji Xianshan repeated the words "Little Drama", and the coldness in the pronunciation seemed to be savoring something.

The words that he said then made people have no reason to refute.

"It's not a joke, it's just because the power of the third elder is stronger than you, the strong will live and the weak will die."

The strong live, the weak live.

In this world where the strong are respected, strength is one of the main conditions that determine one's own status.

Feng Wuxin has the Eternal Life Art in his body, which is the supreme treasure that tens of millions of cultivators want to obtain.

As long as you obtain the Eternal Life Skill, or practice it with the owner of the Eternal Life Skill and treat it as a furnace, the cultivation of the person who cultivates the truth will be improved so that it will not be too late to break through the realm.

Since the moment Feng Wuxin became the owner of the Eternal Life Stories, he should have understood this simple and easy-to-understand truth.

The ability to deal with such big things is the gift given to you by God and the path you choose.

The same thing is true, once you make a choice, you have to face the corresponding problems.

Whether it is the threat of Luo Yujun, the Great Six of the Seven Kingdoms, or the third elder Ye Qiandi Yunshan wants to kill Feng Wuxin, if Feng Wuxin has enough strength, how could he be in a passive place?

In other words, the situation of the third elder at this moment was also his own fault. If he was not greedy, he would not have suffered such a disaster.

In the darkness, the head of Dongji Xianshan looked at the more unconscious third elder, waved his hand casually, and saw a slap hitting the third elder in the chest. The third elder almost fainted by the slap, and vomited blood from his mouth.

"Feng Wuxin, when you come to the East Realm, you should know that this road is not easy to walk."

The faint black shadow of the head of Dongji Xianshan took a step forward slightly, and the human figure in the poisonous smoke could be vaguely seen.

This sentence from the head of Dongji Xianshan also made Feng Wuxin fall into deep thought.

At this time, a gust of wind gently brushed across Feng Wuxin's cheek. When he looked up again, the head of Dongji Xianshan, the third elder and others had disappeared, and only the voice of the head of Dongji Xianshan echoed in everyone's ears.

"The third elder of Dongji Xianshan is wrong first. I will sell you face. Dongji Xianshan will not do anything again after a four-year period. If you want to go to Yuanyun, I will see your performance in the battle for the Tianlist four years later."

The words gradually disappeared into the night.

There was no shadow of the people in the inn room, and only Feng Wuxin, who was standing there.

The phoenix eyes were half-closed, and the blood-red eyes looked at the figure disappearing from sight. Feng Wuxin even held the restless Red Feather Sword in his hand tightly, and the expression in the blood-colored eyes became even more firm.

"Four years later, we will see each other on the Tianbang."

After returning to Diyun Mountain from the small county town at the foot of the mountain, Feng Wuxin sat on the top of the mountain, letting the cold wind blow on her face, recalling what the leader of Dongji Xianshan said to her.

No one knows how the head of Dongji Xianshan appeared in the county town at the foot of Diyun Mountain, but those words deeply touched Feng Wuxin's deepest heart.

Just as the head of Dongji Xianshan said.

Because of her weakness, she was pressed by cultivators step by step by step at the time of the Jiang Kingdom Palace.

Because of her weakness, she pretends to be like a thief and comes to Dongjing Great 6.

It is precisely because of her weakness that people who are interested want to compete for the immortality secret in them.

bsp;It is because of her weakness, Metacommunity is a distant place for her that she only talks about.

Feng Wuxin, sitting on the top of the mountain, raised her head, her bloody eyes reflected the light of the moon, and the silver light and blood red intertwined. The beauty was also grieving.

Xue Yunhan, who was standing not far away, wanted to step forward to comfort Feng Wuxin, but Qian Chu grabbed her sleeve and shook her head. At this time, Feng Wuxin was let alone calm down.

He believed that Feng Wuxin was a rational person and would not do anything that hurt him.

What she wants is time, a time that can allow herself to digest and understand.

"Let's go, let Wuxin be alone."

The brothers and sisters glanced at Feng Wuxin and turned around and left after a while.

Just as Qian Chu Xueyunhan and others disappeared, a white figure slowly walked behind Feng Wuxin.

Under the moonlight, three thousand ink shone with light, and a trace of tenderness spread in their narrow eyes. The slender hand slowly stretched out and gently patted Feng Wuxin's shoulder.

"Xiao Twelve, what are you thinking."

Ziyun Zhenren stood behind Feng Wuxin and called Feng Wuxin Xiao Shier.

Feng Wuxin did not turn around. She felt it from the moment Ziyun Zhenren appeared.

"Master, is Yuan Community really far away?"

For some reason, after hearing the words of the head of Dongji Xianshan, Feng Wuxin's heart actually felt a hint of emptyness.

This is a feeling I've never had before.

It was obvious that her purpose in coming to the East Realm was to go to Yuanyun and go to the Netherworld Purgatory to save that person.

But over the past period of time, she has not even been able to protect herself.

All original sin is because of her weakness.

In the 6th National Congress of the Seventh Kingdom, she has the help of her companions, the determination to take revenge, and the proud force. She is confident and fearless of anyone.

But the East Realm is a completely different place from the Seven Kingdoms 6. Here, the strong and the weak are not on the same line.

The strong are on the top of the mountain, and the weak live in the mud. At this time, Feng Wuxin felt that he was trapped in the mud and could not extricate himself.

"What is far, what is near."

Standing beside Feng Wuxin, Ziyun Zhenren slowly closed her eyes, as if she had been trapped in a long-term memory.

"The meta-community is far away, but farther than the meta-community, there are many places. Even if it is far away, can time be passed far away?"

In a word, the mystery in the mystery seems to understand time, and the sadness in the words cannot be concealed.

What is far, what is near, what is near, what is the difference between far and near, is it just a distance distinguished by the naked eye?

Ziyun Zhenren opened her eyes, and the afterglow of missing the old things in her eyes fell on Feng Wuxin, trying to see something clearly through her, but in the end there was no result.

"Time, yes! Time is really far away. You can grab it with your hands close by reaching out to grab it, but the next second will pass through the gap between your fingers. One year, a hundred years, a thousand years, and a passing cloud and smoke are far away."

"Xiao Shier, I will ask you again, are you really going to enter the realm of cultivation?"

Ziyun Zhenren looked at Feng Wuxin with his eyes. When he saw the firmness in his eyes, he had already understood what she thought. "Since you are about to enter the realm of cultivation, you will be retreating and teaching you the method in three days. If you want to quit halfway, you will only have one word for death."
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