Chapter 121 Reappearance of Red Leaves and Dead Bamboo
Chapter 121 Red leaves and dead bamboo reappear
"The destiny of the Imperial Dynasty? Are you a member of the Imperial Dynasty?"
Feng Jinghong was shocked again. He didn't expect that the waning old woman in front of him was actually blessed with the luck of the imperial dynasty!
"Good boy, you have learned a lot! But you will definitely die here today!"
The old woman also didn't expect that Feng Jinghong would reveal her seriousness in one word. She was a little surprised, but more of it was a sinister and ruthless look.
"No, your luck is not pure gold. It must be the luck of the dynasty when it is about to be promoted to the imperial dynasty, right? Is your senior from the Donghua Dynasty?"
Feng Jinghong looked at the faint golden color in the yellow light and suddenly asked.
"Um?"
When the old woman heard Feng Jinghong's determined tone, her one eye that had been squinting suddenly opened wide. Her stern gaze was like an unsheathed evil sword, shining with cold light, which made Feng Jinghong feel a biting coldness for no reason.
"How come you know so much about luck?"
The old woman looked like an unsheathed sword, staring at Feng Jinghong with one eye, and asked in a dumb voice.
"I have my own way. If senior can let me pass this test, I will give you a big gift!"
"Hmph, how can a demon boy have any credibility? Besides, it's useless even if I take your demon's treasure. Besides, if I kill you, won't everything you own belong to me?"
The old woman snorted coldly, and the red bamboos behind her vibrated together, and the fire became brighter. The golden light slowly changed in the fire, as if it was about to change into something.
"Could it be that the senior relies on this incomplete red-leaf withered bamboo to display his magical powers of luck? If the senior can let me go, I have a piece of complete red-leafed withered bamboo that has not yet been refined, which I can give to my senior!"
"What? Do you have it? I have been raising these ordinary bamboos here for thousands of years, but I have never gotten one. You are just a small foundation-building monk, how can you have that thing? The red leaves and dead bamboos erupted when they were formed.
You can't compete with earth and fire!"
The old woman didn't believe that there would be red-leafed bamboo in Feng Jinghong. The red bamboo behind her was even darker in color, but the golden light was still squirming and struggling, as if it was about to change.
"Senior, as long as I swear not to embarrass you, I will take out the red leaves and dead bamboos and offer them to you with both hands!"
Seeing that the old woman was about to take action, Feng Jinghong became a little anxious and said in a sincere tone.
"In this green bamboo forest, not to mention you, even those old guys don't dare to bargain with me. If you are dead, the storage ring and the like are naturally mine, and you still swear by me? And you give it with your own hands?
Up? Hum!"
The old woman glanced at Feng Jinghong with one eye, her eyes filled with disdain. She snorted coldly and waved her hand back. The golden light burst suddenly, shooting out thousands of slender golden lights, which quickly penetrated into the roots.
Among the glowing red bamboos.
"Withered bamboo is a prison, thousands of dragons will bite you, go away!"
The old woman shouted coldly, and thousands of red bamboos were like poisonous snakes that prey on people, flashing with strange fire, trapping Feng Jinghong in them in the blink of an eye.
"Hmph, you devil boy, you devil sect has always done things based on your own preferences and has no restrictions on the means of doing things. Today, I will let you pay for the pain of the poisonous dragon!"
The old woman screamed loudly, and the fiery red bamboo prison suddenly trembled, and small golden snakes flew out of the bamboo and were about to pounce on Feng Jinghong.
"Senior, if that's the case, don't blame the junior for being disrespectful!"
Feng Jinghong saw that the old woman was determined to kill him, and she was extremely angry. The Demonic Sword in her hand suddenly surged, and she clenched her hands and slashed around fiercely.
Ding ding ding!
A crisp sound of impact was heard, and the fiery red bamboos showed no change except that their light dimmed. On the contrary, Feng Jinghong's arm felt sore and numb due to the shock.
"This bamboo is indeed worthy of being a rare treasure of luck. It can actually fight against me and the Demon Sword without any damage. If it were a real red-leafed bamboo, it would be even more powerful, right?"
Seeing that the poisonous dragon was about to approach, Feng Hong's heart skipped a beat, and he moved his "Infinite Tribulation Fingers" and extended a finger from each hand to face the golden poisonous dragon that was coming one after another.
"Huh? It's actually the magical power of luck?"
The old woman's eyes flashed with shock for the first time.
"Boy, wait a moment. Do you really have red leaves and dead bamboo?"
Seeing Feng Jinghong displaying his magical power of luck, the old woman finally no longer doubted what he had said before. She hurriedly drank the poisonous dragon and appeared outside the red bamboo cage. Her one eye flashed with a faint blue light and she stared closely at him.
Zhuofeng Jinghong asked.
"Yes, junior, there really are red leaves and dead bamboos!"
Seeing that the old woman stopped attacking, Feng Jinghong immediately withdrew the "Finger of Infinite Tribulation". The previous refining sword power consumed too much of his luck. If it was not necessary, he really didn't want to waste the "Finger of Infinite Tribulation".
This is a magical power that can be compared to the full strength of a monk in the infant stage, and if you spend one move, you will lose one move.
"Then take it out and show it to me. If I confirm it is correct, I will naturally let you go!"
The old woman's voice was a bit urgent, hoarse and sinister.
"Senior must promise not to embarrass junior again!"
Feng Jinghong was no longer a stupid boy who had just emerged from the spear. Of course, he could not just hand over a fortune-treasure such as red leaves and dead bamboo to others without the slightest guarantee.
"You boy!"
The old woman was a little angry, but she still made a firm vow: "As long as the boy in front of me brings out the red leaves and dead bamboos with me, I promise to let him leave safely and no longer make things difficult for him!"
"Okay, senior is quick to talk to others, and junior is not a faithless person, so I will give this bamboo to senior."
Feng Jinghong was a little lucky. He couldn't see through the strength of the man in front of him at all. He seemed like an old man who could be blown down by the wind at any time. However, his spiritual sense, which was different from ordinary people, told him that this old man who looked at the dying old man was by no means an ordinary person.
, making him have to be vigilant at all times.
After Feng Jinghong finished speaking, golden light flashed from his right hand, and a fiery red withered bamboo appeared in his hand. It was the red-leafed withered bamboo that he got from Yi Zhongtian.
As soon as the red-leafed bamboo appeared, the thousands of red bamboos around Feng Jinghong trembled. The firelight was gradually absorbed by the red-leafed bamboo in Feng Jinghong's hand, and the thousands of red bamboos gradually became charred black, and then broke one by one.
With Feng Jinghong as the center of the circle, spread it on the ground.
"Red-leafed bamboo, three thousand years of red-leafed bamboo!"
The old woman's trembling voice made Feng Jinghong's skin crawl. She felt like crying, laughing, excited, and resentful. She looked extremely emotional.
"Yes, the red leaves and dead bamboo that are three thousand years old, what do you think, senior!"
"Not bad, not bad, really good!"
The old woman's single eye kept flashing green light, and the bright Tianling Cap also shone with golden light from time to time. Her body wrapped in a black robe kept trembling, and her purple-black lips trembled involuntarily, as if she wanted to
What to say, it’s like you can’t say it.
"Senior, please accept it!"
A trace of reluctance flashed in Feng Jinghong's eyes, and with a gentle movement of her right hand, she pushed the withered bamboo flatly in front of the old woman.
"Red-leaf withered bamboo, Jie Jie, red-leafed withered bamboo, I have been waiting for thousands of years and finally got it!"
The old woman kept mumbling, holding the withered bamboo with trembling hands, closing her one eye gently, and a turbid tear slowly fell from the corner of her eye.
"Brother Yuan, I finally got the red-leaf withered bamboo. Just wait for me while I refine it and then go find you!"