On this day, a new generation of little god kings, with a group of beauties, swaggered through the market, causing quite a stir.
In the cultivation world of Shendu, many people are saying that the little god king copied the family of the Bliss Flower Palace and gave the first beauty in the world a gift. The first trending topic.
This is naturally a thing to talk about. After all, the little god king just got engaged to Princess Yue, so he went to give gifts to his old lover. Many good people have already smelled an unusual breath.
Before it was dawn, Feng Feiyun had already brought thousands of Jiaodi Di's beauties and came to the stunning building. Of course, in addition to the Jiao Di Di's beauties, there was also the old mother Kaleidoscope.
The Juice Building is also very stylish. Although it is not built into a palace group like the Bliss Flower Palace, it has a graceful and graceful atmosphere here. There are many courtyards with nine entrances and nine exits. It is in stark contrast to the solemn and atmospheric architectural style of Shendu.
"What did you say?" The smile on Feng Feiyun's face disappeared.
The blood dance is like a red elf in the snow, dressed very hot, even in the big winter, Bai Shengsheng's two-pipe jade arms are still exposed to the outside, the plump and enchanting figure, just standing there is full of Provocative.
She smiled and said: "My sister said that all the sisters and sisters of the Bliss Flower Palace can stay, but you can't enter the stunning building."
Feng Feiyun touched his nose and said, "Why? Xue Wu, with our friendship, you stopped me and made me very sad!"
Xue Wu smiled sweetly: "Lord God King, don't break this little girl like me, how can I dare to make friends with you? My sister is actually doing this for you, you think! You are not only now Lord God, and more importantly, the Consort, if you come to a place like our Jue Se Building, Her Royal Highness will probably be very unhappy."
Feng Feiyun didn't say anything, and directly took out a spiritual stone the size of a human head. This spiritual stone is already the size of ten ordinary spiritual stones, and can be sold for a sky-high price of three million gold coins.
"Can you let me in now?" Feng Feiyun lightly adjusted his clothes to make himself look more status and status, like a big man.
Xue Wu took the spirit stone from Feng Feiyun's hand, then put it away, sighed, and said, "Hey! Even if I bribe me, I don't have it, my sister has already spoken, who dares to disobey her words? I don't either. The way, Lord God King, please come back!"
Feng Feiyun said: "You can't do anything, but still accept my spirit stone?"
"Hehe, it's really stingy, with our friendship, isn't even a single spiritual stone better?" Xue Wu pretended to be a little pitiful, her eyebrows wrinkled, her fingers rubbed on her eyes, but she couldn't rub her tears out. .
"Don't pretend, you won't go in if you don't go in. I won't come to the stunning building tonight. Let's see how you carnival? I'll go to the Princess Mansion, have a drink with Princess Yue, and cultivate feelings." Feng Feiyun walked away.
"Lord Little God King, walk slowly!" Xuewu laughed, and then she softly faced the puritans of the Bliss Flower Palace, and said with a smile: "Sisters and sisters, come with me, come to our stunning building, You must be treated like brothers and sisters, everyone has their own pavilion, and none of them can be missing…”
Feng Feiyun was very tired, if no one else would dare to treat him like this, only Nangong Hongyan would dare to play petty with him, because she knew that Feng Feiyun cared about her the most, so she could toss about it wantonly.
Feng Feiyun rolled up his sleeves, with a smile on his face, "Since you are going to fight with me, let's see who is better?"
"Nine thousand years old snow ginseng Pu'er soup! Only ten copper coins a bowl, while stocks last."
Under a dilapidated shed on the street, there is an old man in a tattered cotton-padded jacket. I don't know how many years it has been.
Under the stove, the flames were booming, burning animal charcoal, and in the cold wind, sparks blew out of the stove, making a "pop" sound in the air.
The old man's hands have been fiddling in the big iron pot, and hot white smoke rises from the pot, causing the old man to sweat profusely.
"Nine thousand years old snow ginseng Pu'er soup! Only ten copper coins a bowl, while stocks last."
This kind of shabby stall is really hard to see in an imperial city like Shendu, and it is placed on the edge of a street corner made of white marble.
When Feng Feiyun saw this scene, he thought of the little lady of the Luo family and the old man of the Luo family in Lingzhou City, so he walked over with great interest, and sat down on an old wooden table with thick accumulations. A thick layer of snow froze the bench into ice.
As soon as Feng Feiyun sat down, the ice crystals and snowflakes on the table and bench were instantly evaporated by the spiritual energy and became clean.
The old man's eyes are very sharp, and he can see at a glance that Feng Feiyun's background is not small, he ran over, smiled flatteringly: "This young man, our shop has just launched the 9,000-year-old snow ginseng Pu'er soup, as long as Ten copper coins a bowl."
Feng Feiyun said with a smile: "Nine thousand years of snow ginseng Pu'er soup is extremely precious, even if you can't buy a thousand spiritual stones, how come you only charge ten copper coins for a bowl?"
"This kind of good stuff is only sold to people who are destined. I think the son's face looks like someone who is destined." The old man smiled.
Feng Feiyun couldn't help looking at the old man, and said, "You guys who sell porridge also say that you have fate?"
"Young master, don't look down on me, the old man. No matter what, I'm also a lay disciple of Taoism. As soon as I enter the Taoist gate, it's like the sea, and I only sell porridge to people who are destined to buy porridge." The old man waved the big iron spoon in his hand. Dangling on Feng Feiyun's head.
Feng Feiyun took a closer look, and only then did he find that the old man's ragged cotton jacket, which was full of oil and dust, had a faint gossip seal printed on it. It was a Taoist robe, but it was stuffed with a lot of cotton. Too many times, I can no longer see the gossip mark, so I was ignored by Feng Feiyun just now.
"It turned out to be a lay Taoist priest from a Taoist sect, and the Taoist priest is really dressed... exquisite, and has the legacy of the Taoist sages, okay! Then let's have a bowl of 9,000-year-old snow ginseng Pu'er soup!" Feng Feiyun also It’s not easy to say long, you should change your clothes first and then pretend to be a lay disciple of Taoism. After all, it is not easy for an old and frail old man to buy porridge here, even if it is a good person.
"You only want one bowl?" the old man said.
"Just one bowl." Feng Feiyun said.
"Oh well!"
The old man carried the big iron spoon on his shoulders, then swaggered to the edge of the stove, scooped the ladle in the cauldron, mixed it into the large bowl of the rough kiln, and the hot smoke was still blowing, causing the wind to fly. The cloud is coming.
Feng Feiyun raised this bowl of 9,000-year-old snow ginseng Pu'er soup, took a sip, and suddenly felt a strong spiritual energy coming from his mouth, and it also carried a violent medicinal power like lightning in his mouth. , an electric current spread from the mouth all the way to the whole body, and the bones all over the body were making a "crackling" sound, as if it had been tempered again.
Just after taking such a sip, Feng Feiyun's dantian has increased by 10,000 Zifu auras, plus the 20,000 Zifu auras in his own body, there are already 30,000 Zifu auras.
After Feng Feiyun drank the whole bowl, all the spiritual energy in his body was surging, and there were as many as 70,000 Zifu auras in his dantian, just like 70,000 purple electric snakes in the dantian. surging in.
"Another bowl!" Feng Feiyun felt an unprecedented relief all over his body. The eight extraordinary meridians and three hundred and sixty acupuncture points in his body were spewing out spiritual energy and full of power.
"No more!" said the old man.
"How could it be gone, obviously seeing you boil a big pot, are you afraid that I won't be able to pay?" Feng Feiyun said.
"It's really gone, if you don't believe me, take a look." The old man said.
Feng Feiyun looked at the big iron pot on the stove, and sure enough there was not a drop left in it, as if it had all evaporated suddenly.
"Hidden?"
"I didn't hide, I really didn't hide!"
Feng Feiyun pinched the placket on Lao Dao's chest and said, "Old guy, are you trying to play with me?"
The old man was chattering and was pushed to the ground by Feng Feiyun, shouting: "Help! I beat someone to death, eat the overlord's meal, beat the old man, oh, I'm going to be beaten to death..."
"Shh!"
Above the snow-filled ancient street, a veiled woman in white flew over, holding a white spirit sword, the sword's edge flicked, and 1,872 sword qi transformed into 1,800. One hundred and seventy-two cranes, with their sharp mouthpieces, turned to peck at Feng Feiyun.
The sword gas transforms into a shape and transforms into a beast. This is a sword art that can be compared with the Dragon Emperor Sword Art.
Feng Feiyun hurriedly stretched out two fingers, shattering all the sword qi, one thousand eight hundred and seventy-two sword qi were torn apart, and two fingers clamped the white spirit sword's sword edge, and the sword A terrifying cold air came from above the front, and the blue ice froze Feng Feiyun's fingers, followed by his arms, still filling his body...
The cold air was threatening, as if it were about to freeze Feng Feiyun into ice cubes.
"boom!"
Feng Feiyun's fingers erupted with colorful brilliance, mobilizing the power of the five elements, all the ice crystals on the arm receded, and with a flick of the finger, it bounced on the spirit sword, and the woman in white was shocked and flew out.
She stepped on the wind and snow, like stepping on goose feathers, and fell to the ground, her movement was agile and graceful, and the white jade sword in her hand was like a spirit snake.
"Shendu really deserves to be the land of hidden dragons and crouching tigers, even a scum who eats the overlord's meal has such a cultivation level." The white-clothed woman's voice was cold and arrogant.
Feng Feiyun was about to explain something when suddenly, there was a beautiful and moving piece of music in the air. There were guzheng, pipa, flute, dongxiao, chime, harp, and red bell. These musical instruments were incomparable. Beautiful, ensemble together, weaving a pleasant sound of nature.
The music was getting closer and closer, accompanied by the sound of breaking the wind.
A rain of spiritual flowers flew from outside the ancient city.
Sixteen women in white clothes and holding musical instruments descended from the sky, their faces covered with white veils on the street, they stepped on the flying snow and did not fall to the ground. They were all young generation overlords.
In addition, there were four white-clothed women holding swords, standing on the ground, and the white-clothed woman who had just shot at Feng Feiyun was also among them. The four women were all young generation king-level cultivation bases.
"Fuck! Who is so pompous?" Feng Feiyun was still pressing on the old man, his hand was still on the old man's arm, and one foot was on the old man's butt.
"Spiritual Palace..." The old man stammered while lying on the ground.
"Spiritual Palace? It is even more powerful than the imperial court of the Shenjin Dynasty. It is called the Palace of Gods with the largest immortal cultivation force in the world?" Feng Feiyun was surprised.
"That's the sixteen music envoys under Li Xiaonan's seat in the Shenling Palace, the four sword attendants!" the old man said again.
"Li Xiaonan? Li Xiaonan, who is number two on the "Epic Talents List"? The number one talent in the world, Li Xiaonan?" Feng Feiyun was even more surprised, and he couldn't help but look at the snow-covered, all-white woman, and he felt tired. , "The people in the Shenling Palace have bad taste, and they dress like a funeral!"