"Tiandu?" He muttered to himself and held it in his hand.
"Could it be that the powerful man holding the sword before was called Tiandu?"
While he was thinking, the 'Tiandu' token in his hand suddenly burst out with a strong light, and Feng Qingyang was dazzled so much that he couldn't open his eyes. When he raised his hand to block it, he heard bursts of whistling sounds in his ears.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself back at the foot of Tiandu Peak.
Checking himself, he found that the scars from climbing Tiandu Peak had completely healed. He put the "Tiandu" token into the storage ring without leaving any trace and looked at the group of stunned people in front of him.
"Red Devil..."
Suddenly, a violent roar broke out from the silent crowd, instantly bringing everyone back to reality. Lu Zhishen scratched his bald head, and his burly body pushed everyone away and stepped forward.
"I knew you would be fine." When he was not far in front of Feng Qingyang, he stopped, his eyes showing deep worry.
Feng Qingyang felt warm in his heart. Compared to the jealous yet murderous eyes around him, Lu Zhishen undoubtedly deeply moved Feng Qingyang.
After all, there are not many people who dare to go against the world like him, it can be said that there are none. Feng Qingyang naturally attaches great importance to every friend.
So he clasped his fists and smiled, "Brother Lu is worried!"
The two looked at each other and smiled without saying anything. But at this moment, Lu Zhishen suddenly threw out a storage bag and said with a smile: "There are a thousand middle-grade spirit stones in it. Although it is not much, it is also a token of my heart."
Feng Qingyang reached out to take it, with a puzzled look on his face.
"hey-hey… "
Lu Zhishen rubbed his hands awkwardly and said, "A little gambling can cheer me up. I have won all the spirit stones from these idiots before." After saying that, he looked around proudly.
Feng Qingyang shuddered suddenly as he saw cold eyes shooting at him from all directions. What kind of eyes were those? It was as if they could freeze him into an ice lump.
He flipped his hand and put the storage bag into the ring, saying: "I need no thanks for your kindness. I, Red Devil, will remember it deeply in my heart." Now he really needs such a sum of spiritual stones, because... because he needs to find some materials, materials for his own breakthrough.
At this time, the crowd began to riot again. Two people walked out of the crowd, one was the calm-looking Lu Xun, and the other was the gloomy-faced Heavenly Demon Prince Wu Zili.
Lu Xun seemed to have changed a little. Although he still had that smiling face, his temperament had become quite different.
Feng Qingyang couldn't describe the feeling. Among all the people he had met so far, except for those old monsters whose cultivation was much higher than his, only Lu Xun was the most unpredictable to him and the person he feared the most.
This person is flexible and cunning, a typical smiling tiger, so it is natural for Feng Qingyang to be afraid of him.
However, Wu Zili was far worse. Although he had a city 800 miles long with purple air coming from the east, he was too competitive and easily broken. This was Feng Qingyang's evaluation of him.
"Red Devil..." There was a hint of complexity on his face, and the way he looked at Feng Qingyang was different from everyone else's. The murderous light in his eyes disappeared, and was replaced by a strong fighting spirit, which was the light that only appeared when encountering someone of equal strength.
"See you in the finals!"
Lu Xun said this lightly, looked at him deeply, and finally reincarnated and flew away.
Wu Zili also looked at him with a complicated expression. This was the only person he was dissatisfied with. His cultivation had been smooth sailing since he was born. As a member of the demon clan, he broke through to the great demon before his bone age was less than 30 years old. He could be regarded as a genius.
Although he is only in the middle stage of Great Demon Realm, he is not at all inferior to those in the late stage of Great Demon Realm or those in the late stage of Foundation Establishment Realm.
It can be said that he has never been defeated since he was born. Although Deng Tiandu Peak cannot be considered as a strong person, he is indeed lagging behind Lu Xun and Feng Qingyang.
"We'll see you in the finals..." After saying that, he turned around and disappeared in a streak of golden light.
Everyone looked at each other, as if they understood something from what the two of them said. When they looked at Feng Qingyang, although there was no murderous intent in their eyes, there was a hint of admiration for the strong, which was something only the strong could possess.
Killing intention? After all, it was a different standpoint, because Feng Qingyang was a zombie.
When Feng Qingyang was about to say something, an old man walked out from the crowd again. Feng Qingyang looked closely and found that it was the person in charge of registration.
"The city lord's son-in-law will be chosen from the three of you, and the event will be held in the city lord's square ten days later..." After saying that, he looked at Feng Qingyang deeply, waved his sleeves, and flew into the sky.
Seeing that the old man had also left, everyone felt bored and felt very pressured standing with Feng Qingyang, so they all broke through the air and left.
Suddenly, the mountainside of Tiandu Peak, which was originally crowded with people, immediately became deserted, with only a few independent cultivators and sect disciples left. They either looked at Feng Qingyang with complicated expressions or stared at him with disdain.
In short, he saw all these glances.
"Let's go too, Brother Lu!"
Feng Qingyang snorted coldly, with a fierce light flashing in his eyes. Those people's hair stood on end and cold sweat poured down the ground.
"Where are you going?"
"Return to the city!"
Whoosh, whoosh, two sounds of breaking through the air were heard, and it turned out to be Feng Qingyang and Lu Zhishen flying into the air. Soon they turned into a black dot on the horizon and finally disappeared.
The two of them were extremely leisurely returning to the city this time. They no longer had the anxious mood that they had when they came here last time. They flew in the air so slowly that it took them most of the day to return to Guiyuan City.
When he arrived at the city gate, Feng Qingyang felt an impulse and wanted to pay a visit to the captain of the East Gate.
So he called Lu Zhishen, and the two of them walked towards the East Gate, one after the other. They saw the captain sitting at the gate bored, staring at the sky listlessly.
When Feng Qingyang came over, he was startled, his face lit up and he immediately stepped forward and said, "That gust of wind blew the famous Red Devil to my little temple."
As a captain of a thousand men guarding the city for many years, he had seen countless people. When they met for the first time, he saw that he was extraordinary, so he wanted to establish a good relationship with him.
Sure enough, when the explosive news about Feng Qingyang came one after another, he knew that he was not mistaken.
"Senior, you are joking. I am here to ask for a favor." Feng Qingyang stepped forward and bowed.
The captain quickly stopped Feng Qingyang who was about to bend down and said anxiously: "No, no, how can I accept your worship? Just tell me what you want to say, why be polite!"
Feng Qingyang was so polite that he was really shocked. His eyes drifted to Lu Zhishen behind Feng Qingyang...
“This is my friend…”
The centurion nodded and said, "Let's go into the city first." Then he pulled Feng Qingyang into a hall at the east gate.
The three of them sat down one by one. When the atmosphere calmed down a little, Feng Qingyang thought for a long time and then said, "Senior, do you know where to find phoenix blood..."
"Phoenix blood?"
When they heard these three words, Lu Zhishen and the captain screamed in surprise.