Feng Xinxiao left with great determination and a complete defeat.
No one expected that this big competition would end in this way. It ended after only two games.
To be honest, Feng Xinxiao was scared. Ouyang Ming has become a demon in his heart. There is only one word to describe it - pervert. If we compete again, who knows what trouble will come out. He will still participate in the formation competition? Who knows what his attainments in formations are like. If he loses again, it will really be over.
To be honest, leaving early before the competition was over was really a stupid move, losing both courage and heart.
There are some things that you cannot retreat from. Once you have the intention to retreat and do not dare to move forward bravely, you will be washed away by the road and it will be difficult to get closer.
He Jian, if he had not avenged the strong man in the clan, would he have been able to break through the venerable one? Not necessarily. I am tortured by guilt, pain, and despair day and night. Indulging in this kind of mood is lucky enough not to fall into the devil. If you still want to break the spirit and become a god, just dream! The awe-inspiring righteousness he had maintained in his heart was gone, and the sword's edge was no longer pure. How could the sword in his hand still be sharp? How to smash the stars? So he went and blocked the Venerable's three moves. Even though he was defeated, he was still honored.
Now, although Feng Xinxiao's matter is a small matter, his style of dealing with things can be inferred from the details.
To put it bluntly, this person has nothing to worry about. Even if he has ambition, he does not have the execution ability to maintain his ambition.
On the winding path, mist fills the air, summer flowers bloom, and butterflies chase bees, creating a leisurely and contented scene.
Every step Feng Xinxiao took made the ground shake. His face was gloomy, as if water was dripping from his face.
"Master, what should we do now?" An old man in gray robe slowly appeared and asked softly.
"Oh, I lost this time, but next time, I will win it back." He bit his teeth hard and made a "squeaking" sound, which sounded a bit cold no matter how hard it sounded.
"Young Master is ambitious. I believe this day is not far away..." the old man complimented.
"Let's go!" He shook his head.
The Seven Star Tower has nine floors in total. Fengtian stood by the railing and looked down at the earth.
His eyes are deep and his expression is calm and intimidating.
"Dad, the kid lost." Feng Xinxiao walked up the stairs. Although the frustration in her voice was deeply hidden, Feng Tian could still hear it.
"Your inner demon is gradually emerging." Feng Tian stared straight into Feng Xinxiao's eyes and said straight to the point.
Feng Xinxiao didn't know how to answer, so she lowered her head calmly.
"Look at me." Fengtian's voice was not loud, but it carried the power of law, which made Feng Xinxiao feel shuddered and quickly raised her head. He only felt that an immortal sword that could cut off eternity was hanging above his head, and it might fall at any time, killing him. In just a moment, his back was soaked with cold sweat, as if he was soaked in ice water, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. But he didn't even dare to raise his hand to wipe it. The emperor-level expert was as fragile as an ant at this moment.
Just when it was difficult for him to even breathe in, his eyes were getting darker and darker, and the whole world was shaking, Fengtian slowly looked away.
He flicked his sleeves and said with an extremely cold voice: "God sometimes makes mistakes, let alone a monk. In my life, before I set foot on the throne, I won many times and lost more. After going through hardships, I finally became an emperor. And What about you? You don’t even have the courage to face failure. This is what makes me sad. Only by learning from failure can you make progress. Have you forgotten what I taught you? Just get down from that position." The voice was not loud, but it resonated with the space, causing Feng Xinxiao's blood to surge.
"I understand..." Feng Xinxiao nodded vigorously.
After saying this, silence fell on the pavilion.
After about ten breaths, Fengtian took the initiative to speak, his voice a little softer, and said in a deep voice: "We are hosting a banquet, please invite Ouyang Ming."
Although Feng Xinxiao was confused, she did not open her mouth to refute. She nodded slightly, hesitated for a moment, and then asked the doubts in her heart: "Do you want to see him in person?"
Fengtian didn't answer and said something incomprehensible: "There are only two kinds of people in this world, enemies and friends. It depends on how he chooses."
That night.
In the center of the terrace, Ouyang Ming was surrounded by strong men from the Phoenix tribe who were talking about peace. It was difficult to escape. The eyes of these strong men showed fanaticism.
It was indeed Ouyang Ming's performance in this competition that was so amazing.
Forging magic weapons and refining immortality pills, of course the most important thing is that the bloodline of the Phoenix clan is so rich that it is unimaginable.
Even one such thing is enough to cause a sensation. What's more, Ouyang Ming completed three items in one go, and also scared away the normally arrogant main battle group and slapped them in the face.
Feng Xiang looked at Ouyang Ming's back, cleared his throat and coughed. Suddenly, more than 70% of the people looked over.
He pondered for a moment and said softly: "Today is indeed a day worth remembering because we have taken a step towards peace and prosperity. This is a joint effort by everyone. Of course, the credit belongs to Master Ou and no one can take it away." . "Suddenly, there was a burst of laughter in the audience, the distance between each other was much less, and the group was much tighter. This is Feng Xiang's personality charm.
He walked up to Ouyang Ming and bowed.
But Ouyang Ming twisted his body and dodged.
Fengxiang didn't care, and smiled heartily: "Master Ou, please!" As he said that, he raised his right hand forward.
The cold wind blew up, blowing up the dead leaves on the ground. The figures of a group of people gradually disappeared under the moonlight, and their figures became longer and longer.
In the pavilion, Ouyang Ming and Feng Xiang sat opposite each other.
There was a stove in front of him, the charcoal fire was burning brightly, and a pot of wine was placed on the stove. This is a kind of wine unique to the Feng people, called Immortal Drunk.
This kind of wine is extremely valuable in the world and can only be found but not sought. Even within the Feng Clan, they would not easily take out the food to entertain guests. Of course, with Ouyang Ming's current status, he can naturally drink it.
The pavilion was built in the middle of the lake. It was summer and countless pink lotus flowers were blooming.
Either charming and delicate, or graceful, or pure and white, in short, just one sentence, competing for beauty.
"Come, try this wine. It's so intoxicating that I can't bear to drink it on weekdays." After saying that, Fengxiang stood up and poured a full glass for Ouyang Ming, and also poured a glass for himself. Within the Feng Clan, there are not many people who can make Feng Xiang pour wine, but they are definitely not many. The total number does not exceed twenty, but now there is another Ouyang Ming.
Hearing what Feng Xiang said, Ouyang Ming was also quite moved.
Although they didn't get along for long, he figured out most of Feng Xiang's temperament. Although he is proud and arrogant, he always speaks his mind and seeks truth from facts. During this period of time, Ouyang Ming was treated even more meticulously. Although this word is somewhat ambiguous when used here, it is the fact.
And now, even he highly recommends this kind of wine.
It can only mean one thing, the drunkenness of gods is really not simple.
Ouyang Ming looked at the wine in the glass, which was light green and exuded with majestic spiritual power. He licked his lips, picked up the wine glass, and took a big sip of the Immortal Drunk. A mellow aroma spread along his tongue and penetrated into his heart. Everything from the past appeared before his eyes, including Old Jiangtou, Ni Yinghong... and even some little people whose names he couldn't remember. Over a cup of tea, he saw everything from the perspective of a bystander.
Sighing softly: "People, you have to live in the present and cherish what is in front of you..."
This sentence comes from his heart. After seeing all the past, he cherishes the present more and more.
Feng Xiang looked at him deeply and said inexplicably: "This is good wine..."
Ouyang Ming understood what he meant, nodded and said: "The spiritual power in this wine is extremely strong, just like a trickle nourishing the body. This is no longer wine, it is more precious than the fairy liquid. You are Fengxiang, the emperor of the Feng clan. The wine that a strong man brings out will never be bad. I know what you want me to do. It’s like being drunk by this god. Extremely difficult.”
"I didn't expect you to have such an understanding." Feng Xiang praised.
"Everything is very simple. As long as you don't lose your heart, you can see the essence." Ouyang Ming said.
"To be able to teach a genius like Brother Ou, it seems that Brother Ou's master must be a great master." Feng Xiang pursed his lips and looked at the lake. The waves were gentle and calm.
"That's right, it's pretty high for me anyway." He thought for a while and then said, "Several stories high." As he said that, the image of the old craftsman echoed in Ouyang Ming's mind, and his eyes were filled with tears. Bent up.
"That's indeed very high." Feng Xiang nodded as if it was serious.
After finishing the wine, he could say what he needed to say, Feng Xiang's face became solemn.
He said in a deep voice: "Brother Ou, this time you ruined the plan of the main fighting faction, so you have to be careful."
"In the ancestral land of the Feng Clan, with so many pairs of eyes staring at me, they don't dare to act rashly, right? Besides, I'm not at the mercy of others." Ouyang Ming said in a low voice, not worried.
"Although it is safe in the Feng Clan's ancestral land, we must be on guard against others. Feng Tian has a bad heart and will not sit back and wait for death. Moreover, under his leadership, the main fighting faction is full of bloodthirsty , Don’t underestimate it.” Feng Xiang took a sip of the Immortal Drunk and frowned tightly.
"Feng Xinxiao is considered a general of the main fighting faction. He has lost his mind and is unlikely to become a great weapon. What else do you have to worry about?" Ouyang Ming looked at He Hua with extremely deep eyes.
"I'm too persistent." Feng Xiang's frown relaxed.
"The wind is about to pick up. I have to go back." Ouyang Ming stood up slowly.
Looking at Ouyang Ming's back, Feng Xiang said the last words: "Grandpa wants to see you."
Ouyang Ming was stunned for two or three seconds, then nodded and said yes.
Back in the courtyard, Ouyang Ming pushed the door open with a "squeak" sound.
Walk into the room, sit cross-legged, and immediately sink your mind into the spiritual world as soon as your thoughts come to mind. In the spiritual world, the cold wind whines, the ice and snow, and the snow-capped mountains become more majestic and majestic. They are getting higher every moment, and the speed is very fast. It is simply incomparable with the time when they are in the spirit. And when he visualized the snow-capped mountains, even the temperature in the room dropped a lot.
Half an hour later, Ouyang Ming slowly exited from trance.
The eyes are open and closed, and the gaze is deep, just like a vicissitudes of the distant starry sky, plain but peaceful, simple but vicissitudes of life.
It does feel a little bit independent...
After all, with your cultivation at this level, your temperament must be top-notch.