Feng Feiyun thrust the Invincible Zen Staff into the ground, causing a large golden wave to tremble and the ground to churn.
Impacted by this powerful force, the two twin girls could not stand firm at all. Feng Feiyun struck them out with two palms and fell into the wine pond and meat forest, where the fragrance was everywhere.
Whoosh!
The strong wind condensed on the fingers, and with one finger, it shattered the paintbrush in Yun'er's hand, and he clasped her jade arm with his backhand.
The invincible Zen staff was directly pressed against her fair and moist jade neck. As long as Feng Feiyun exerted a little force, her neck could be nailed through.
There were quite a few stunning women present. They wanted to take action, but they were wary of Yun'er in Feng Feiyun's hands. For a moment, the women surrounded him with murderous intent, but no one took action.
"Master Wuxia, can you come out and see me now?" Feng Feiyun said loudly.
There was a long silence in that pure gold palace, and the only sound that could be heard was the dripping of wine inside, which was clearly audible.
Yun'er's beautiful eyes flickered slightly, as if they were stained with crystals. Although she was restrained by Feng Feiyun, she showed no fear at all. She smiled and said: "You actually used me to threaten my young master. You think too highly of me in the young master's heart."
weight."
Yun'er has stunning beauty, good cultivation, and a temperament that is rare in the world. She is considered an outstanding beauty even among many beauties. Feng Feiyun never believes that she has no weight in the heart of Mr. Wu Xia.
But Feng Feiyun guessed wrong this time. This flawless young man is not only a passionate person, but also a ruthless person. His woman was restrained by another man, and he didn't even say a word, appearing very indifferent.
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In the end, Feng Feiyun did not really kill Yun'er, but let her go directly, and then strode towards the pure gold palace, saying: "I came to visit this time not for a fight, I just want to understand one thing.
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"Stop!" Master Wuxia's voice finally came from the depths of the palace, scolding Feng Feiyun to stop.
At this moment, Feng Feiyun was standing at the threshold of the pure gold palace and stopped abruptly.
After a long while, Mr. Wuxia said again: "A person wearing Buddhist robes, but not a member of the Buddhist sect. A person holding a Zen staff, but not the owner of the Zen staff. It seems that you are the person in the prophecy, your name is
Feng Feiyun, right?"
He seemed to be talking to himself and to Feng Feiyun.
Feng Feiyun said: "What kind of prophecy?"
Everyone stopped taking action and listened quietly to Master Wuxia telling an ancient secret.
"More than a thousand years ago, a great Buddhist sage once predicted that more than a thousand years later, there will be a person wearing Buddhist robes who is not a Buddhist. A person holding a Zen staff, but not the owner of the Zen staff, will go to
Get something from the pagoda. This thing is very important. Only the person in the prophecy can get it. If anyone else dares to cross the forbidden area, they will be struck by five thunders."
Young Master Wuxia said slowly, obviously sure that Feng Feiyun was the person in the prophecy.
To be able to predict what will happen more than a thousand years later, this great Buddhist sage's cultivation is indeed incalculable. The most important thing is that his understanding of the movement of heaven is far beyond that of ordinary people.
Feng Feiyun pondered for a moment and asked: "So your ancestor is the guardian of this mansion?"
"No, I'm just being entrusted by someone. I won't be able to live here for long." Master Wuxia said.
"Who entrusted me?" Feng Feiyun asked.
"Don't ask any more questions. We are not from the Shenjin Dynasty anyway. In a small country like ours, even if I tell you, you won't know." Master Wuxia obviously didn't want to say more.
Eight blasts of wind sounded, and eight air currents came out from the palace, flying straight out like eight sharp arrows.
Feng Feiyun made a move with his sleeves and immediately collected the eight auras in his palm. When he opened his palm, he saw eight talismans.
"The living talisman!"
Feng Feiyun was overjoyed. These eight green talismans were exactly the same as the one on his body. It seemed that this was the key to opening the door of the pagoda and obtaining Nalan Buddha's robes and jade beads.
Under the guidance of a maid, Feng Feiyun walked towards the backyard of the mansion, and soon saw the nine exotic pagodas standing tall again.
The architectural style of these nine pagodas is different from all the temples in Nantai Mansion. At a glance, it is obvious that they are foreign Buddhist buildings. Combined with the words of Mr. Wuxia just now, people can't help but guess whether this Mr. Wuxia is a big shot in a certain country.
Although the Shenjin Dynasty is a huge empire with an area of hundreds of thousands of miles, there are also many small affiliated countries around it. Young Master Wuxia's wealth is astonishing and his customs are very different, giving rise to countless associations in people's minds.
"Why do you think so much? Even if he is the prince of a certain country, it is none of my business."
Feng Feiyun took out the nine green living talismans, held them in his hands, and walked straight towards the pagoda wrapped by nine huge ancient willows.
From the beginning to the end, Feng Feiyun never saw the flawless young master.
The sound of "swishing" water!
In the pure gold palace, white curtains were lowered, and a girl in palace clothes was bathing Prince Wu Xia. He was lying in the hot spring lotus pond, surrounded by smoke, and his appearance could not be seen clearly.
The maid who sent Feng Feiyun to the Buddhist garden came back and knelt down respectfully by the lotus pond of the hot spring.
"Has he already gone in?" Young Master Wuxia asked.
"Here we go!" the maid said respectfully.
"Nine moving talismans appeared together, and the Buddha's robes and beads may be born. It seems that the living dead in Jinghuan Mountain are really coming to life. Cangsheng Temple, which has sunk underground for 1,800 years, may also be
Come up from the ground again."
"Such a big event will definitely alarm all the powerful forces in Nantai Mansion. There will definitely be many stunning beauties going there. I can't miss this kind of excitement." Although Young Master Wu Xia said it was for the stunning beauties, the Mirror Huanshan Grand Master
Change, how could it be possible that what was born was just a stunning beauty? The thousand-year-old spiritual treasure inside, I'm afraid he also wants a share of the pie.
This will be a stormy gathering, with the momentum of dragon and tiger emerging, and all forces will take the stage.
"The eighth elder of the Feng family is here to visit, and I would like to invite Mr. Wuxia to show up." A mighty sound wave came from outside the mansion, making the pure gold palace tremble.
Mr. Wuxia just pretended that he didn’t hear anything!
He seemed to be too lazy to say a word, and in fact he rarely spoke to men, and all his words were spoken to women.
The eighth elder followed Feng Feiyun's aura and found out that Feng Feiyun had entered this mansion.
He had heard rumors about this mansion and knew that the owner was a strange man with the support of a powerful force, so he did not break in directly.
After seeing no reply for a long time, the eighth elder said again: "Feng Feiyun is a traitor to our Feng family. If Young Master Wu Xia shields this traitor, it would be a big mistake!"
The eighth elder of the Feng family has such an obedient status. He rarely shows up in normal times. Once he does show up, countless people will take the initiative to greet him. He has never been so embarrassed as he is today.
"In this case, Feng will only be offended."
The eighth elder slowly pushed forward with a palm, and black energy spread on his arm, turning into circles of wind, and finally transformed into a substantial form.
The power of seven unicorns!
Each Qi Niu is several feet tall, like a hill. Seven Qi Niu were shot out at the same time, their iron hooves trampling through the sky. Like thousands of troops and horses, they could easily raze the entire mansion to the ground.
The power of seven oxen is 640,000 kilograms of power, and this is not even the full force of the eighth elder.
Even with the help of Miao Gui's finger pull, Feng Feiyun can now exert the force of four oxen, which is equivalent to 80,000 kilograms of force. The difference is simply incalculable.
"boom!"
However, before the power of the seven unicorns reached the gate, they were shattered by a palm print in the pure gold palace and torn into streaks of smoke and dust.
This palm seal was indestructible, blasting through the Qiniu and directly fighting with the Eighth Elder.
"boom!"
The eighth elder took three steps back before he could regain his footing. Three one-foot-deep footprints were left on the ground.
"I am tired tonight and don't want to take action again. You Feng family members should not mess with me again, otherwise I will kill people." Master Wuxia's voice was vast, like smoke in the clouds, full of unpredictability.
This young master Wu Xia is young and his cultivation is really unfathomable. Although the Eighth Elder's palm just now was not of any use, the fact that the other party was able to knock him back is enough to show how powerful he is.
It is not impossible to attack hard, but it will definitely lead to a life-and-death battle. If the forces behind Mr. Wuxia are provoked, it will create many enemies for the family. It is really not cost-effective to fight for one Feng Feiyun.
The eighth elder pondered for a moment, analyzed the stakes, then slowly retreated and disappeared into the night.
"boom!"
There was a muffled thunder in the sky, followed by countless lightning strikes, and a heavy rain suddenly fell.
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