Just at this moment, a figure suddenly walked in front of him. Feng Qingyang's hair trembled all over his body. The figure looked extremely familiar.
So he pushed through the crowd and followed the figure in front.
The figure was incredibly fast, and he was not flying in the air at all, but he did not hide his own cultivation level. The surging fluctuations of his magic power clearly told Feng Qingyang that he was also in the initial stage of foundation building.
"Stop playing tricks. You can't have a bloody fight openly in the Dark Night Ghost Market. I want to see what tricks you have up your sleeve!" Feng Qingyang snorted coldly, and also used his magic power to quickly follow.
Now he has reached the peak of the late corpse jumping stage, and with his 'copper skin and iron bones', his body weight is no less than tens of thousands of pounds, and he also has talismans he drew impromptu on his body. As long as he does not encounter any powerful foundation-building cultivator, he is fearless. Even if he cannot defeat them, he can easily run away.
He was seen turning around in the narrow alley and finally stopped with his back to Feng Qingyang.
"I know you are following me!" he said without turning his head.
Feng Qingyang frowned. The voice was indeed familiar, but he just couldn't remember it at the moment.
So he asked cautiously: "Who are you?"
"Hehe... Don't you recognize me?" The figure turned around, revealing a handsome face.
Feng Qingyang was shocked, he knew this man, who had robbed him and almost killed him. It was none other than the former genius disciple of Maoshan!
"Are you a Taoist?" Although his appearance had not changed, his aura had changed a lot, and he had actually broken through to the foundation-building stage in just a short period of time.
A cultivator who is about 25 years old and in the Foundation Establishment stage is also an extraordinary genius.
"Yes, you still remember me..."
He said with an evil smile. The aura he exuded at this moment was both good and evil, which looked quite strange. Moreover, his dress was no different from that of an ordinary cultivator.
"I'm not here to cause you trouble, but to tell you that your trouble is coming." Yida grinned and laughed.
Hearing this, Feng Qingyang's heart moved again, "Looking for trouble with me? Could it be that someone here recognized my identity?"
"By the way, don't count on the Ghost King Sect now. They can't take care of themselves right now. Hahaha... If you can survive after this, I will admit that you can be my opponent..."
As he said this he laughed, and the flying sword flashed under his feet, then it flew away through the air.
Feng Qingyang looked at the departing person for a long time without saying a word, frowning, wondering whether what he said was true or false. But things cannot come out of nowhere, so it is better to be careful.
So he walked out of the alley, but instead of going back to the gambling house, he continued to wander around the ghost market.
The ghost market is quite large, and there are all kinds of transactions going on. You can barter items or exchange them for spirit stones.
Feng Qingyang walked in the market with a restrained breath, looking like an ordinary person.
His head was echoing with the words spoken, and he buried his head and ran around.
Bang!
Feng Qingyang bumped into someone head-on. He looked up and saw a burly man wearing a cloak and carrying a big sword on his back.
"You're looking for death!" He snorted coldly and then turned around and flew away. He was actually another cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage.
Feng Qingyang raised his eyebrows, feeling that something was wrong, but he just couldn't remember where it was. So he walked away again with caution, not knowing that a special mark had been added to his body, but he didn't know it.
This time when he walked on the street, he did not look around, but was thinking about something while looking at the monks around him.
It would have been fine if he hadn't looked, but when he did, he was shocked. He didn't know if it was because he was suspicious by nature, but this time he found that many people in the market were looking at him coldly, and there was an undisguised flash of murderous intent in their eyes.
And from time to time, there were Foundation Establishment cultivators walking among the crowd.
"Are all the cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage now cabbages?"
Feng Qingyang was feeling uneasy and immediately walked towards the gambling house.
After walking a few steps, he stopped again, and this time he believed what Yida said completely.
Because there suddenly appeared several people from Maoshan in front of him, one of them was Li Xiao, but Zhenren Wuchen was also among them.
Li Xiao was surrounded by eight or nine disciples at the peak of Qi Refining stage, who were like stars surrounding the moon. They looked at Feng Qingyang from afar, but none of them attacked. Instead, they snorted coldly with gloomy faces and turned away.
All this looked very strange. Feng Qingyang would not be afraid if an enemy came here, but those who hid in the darkness were the ones who gave him the most headaches.
It is easy to hide from a gun but hard to guard against an arrow. The enemy hiding in the dark may strike you with a fatal blow at any time.
Feng Qingyang was cautious again. He knew that what Yida said was true, but he didn't know why he would tip him off. He was afraid that he would never think that Yida had betrayed Maoshan Zhengtian Sect.
"Tomorrow is Xiaozhu's eighteenth birthday. We can't just go there empty-handed!" Feng Qingyang muttered to himself.
What is coming will come. When the enemy comes, the general will stop him. When the water comes, the earth will cover it. He Feng Qingyang has never been afraid of anyone. Who is he? He is the owner of the blood of the corpse king - the innate zombie!
So he returned to the gambling house and entered a side room in the back courtyard under the strange twilight of the crowd.
Zhu Youqian and Danyun were refining the elixir, and Zhu Xuezhu didn't seem to show up either. Feng Qingyang felt relieved, after all, if the two of them met, it would only be extremely awkward.
Back in the room, he found a palm-sized piece of golden nanmu wood and sat at the head of the bed, thinking hard.
This golden nanmu is not considered a precious material in the world of cultivation, unless it is of a certain age. For example, a ten thousand year old golden nanmu is almost worth a top-grade spirit stone.
brush!
He spread out his fingers, and the nail on his index finger grew hairy. What he liked most in the later period of corpse jumping was that he could freely retract his nails and fangs, and could see the sunlight, which made him no different from ordinary people.
"What should I do?"
Suddenly his eyes lit up and he said, "Got it!"
He is an archaeologist, so he is very good at carving and small details.
Using his fingernails as a knife, he started carving on the piece of golden nanmu wood.
At this moment, there was nothing else in his mind except the image of Zhu Xuezhu standing by the lake with her long hair blown by the wind.
The only sound in the room was the crackling sound of his fingernails scratching against the golden nanmu wood.
Bits of debris fell off, and the golden nanmu began to slowly take shape, and soon it had taken shape.
"If I give this to her, I think she will be very happy..." At this moment, Feng Qingyang had nothing else in his mind except Zhu Xuezhu.
As for Zhu Xuezhu, there is no such thing as love. I can only say that I like this quiet and sweet girl very much in my heart.
Sizzle!
The sharp nails slid again, and eyebrows, eyes, and nose slowly appeared, looking so lifelike, just like a real person.
The nails moved faster and faster, and the human shape became more and more obvious. Finally, Feng Qingyang blew away the debris on his hands and raised the puppet in his hand to take a look.
Only thin eyebrows were faintly visible, and there were big and lively eyes. The clothes casually outlined by nails made her look very elegant. He could change the bun of hair and added a fresh flower to it.
Feng Qingyang became more and more delighted as he opened it, and he simply couldn't let it go.
"If that's the case, I just need to wait until her birthday is over tomorrow, and then perform the 'Xuan Yin Body Refining Formation', and then I can leave..."