Some things cannot stand the light of day. Once in the light, they die. This matter is so simple and clear.
His eyes flickered, and he quickly found Zhan Taiyu's figure among the thousands of people. When he saw him clearly, a strange feeling suddenly flashed through his heart.
A few days ago, when I watched this person, I felt that he was relatively easy to control. Apart from being a little timid, he was a typical person who was easily controlled by a puppet.
But now it seems that there has been a change in him, or rather, the fear on his face has disappeared, replaced by a rapidly expanding ambition. The emergence of this ambition makes Feng Qingyang extremely worried, fearing that the other party will understand the reason and thus ruin his future plans.
While he was thinking, countless sounds of breaking through the air were heard, almost instantly approaching. Soon, the void was full, and countless members of the Zhantai clan surrounded him on both sides.
There are all kinds of things in life, there is ardent admiration, there is jealousy, but in the end, their eyes were filled with shock, they forgot to speak, and all their eyes were fixed on Feng Qingyang.
It can be said that he is the center of attention. Feng Qingyang had this feeling before. Thinking back to the time when he unified the world of cultivation, thousands of young talents looked at him with admiration.
Suddenly, the crowd automatically parted, the young men in the front stepped back one after another, and surrounded an old man in his seventies or eighties and walked to the end of the void. On both sides of the old man stood ten people.
Zhan Taiyu was among these ten people, but he was relatively low-key, sitting a little further back, and his eyes did not stay on Feng Qingyang, as if he had nothing to do with him at all.
Feng Qingyang understood what he meant and couldn't help but sneer. It is said that one should look at a man with new eyes after three days of absence. It seems that this person is about to slip away from his control.
"Brother Zhan, I am lucky to have fulfilled my mission and successfully passed the Xuanluo Illusion Formation. Otherwise, I don't know how I would be able to repay your kindness in recommending me."
Feng Qingyang spoke loudly, his voice was like thunder, resounding in all directions, and as it rolled, it suddenly fell into the ears of countless young talents in the Zhan Tai family. For a moment, the crowd was boiling again.
Of course, there were more female monks at this time. No matter where they were or what race they were, they could not avoid the fact that beautiful women loved heroes. Feng Qingyang was tall and mighty, although his face was a little delicate.
His resolute face looked quite enchanting, and at this moment his long hair fluttered in the wind and his clothes rustled, which made him look very heroic. His supreme demeanor instantly conquered countless female monks present.
The old man in the lead also nodded secretly and exclaimed, "What a genius!" Except for this old man, no one else could see Feng Qingyang's zombie body.
After practicing till now, Feng Qingyang has mastered the ability to conceal his breath taught by the mixed-haired bird to perfection. Except for those who are two or three realms higher than him, no one knows that he is a zombie.
As Feng Qingyang spoke, the thousands of people present focused their eyes on Zhan Taiyu. At that moment, he also felt the feeling of being the center of attention.
However, his experience was completely different from Feng Qingyang's. Although the former was a little unhappy, he could bear it calmly. After all, he was a person who defied heaven and earth.
The latter was already feeling guilty, and Feng Qingyang's words almost pushed him to the top of the storm. For a moment, he felt like his heart was in agony.
He took a deep breath, calmed his expression, and finally put on a smile, showing his white teeth to Feng Qingyang in response. Feng Qingyang was stunned, and a look of caution suddenly appeared in his eyes.
According to his understanding, if it were the Zhan Taiyu from before, he would definitely show ecstasy, but now he is just smiling with his lips but not his eyes. Judging from his appearance, it is clear that he wants to distance himself from him.
"It is true that courage gives people a strong heart. It is true that the longer the night, the more dreams there are. Delay will lead to changes." Feng Qingyang whispered and took a step forward. With that step, a lotus bloomed under his feet.
The sound of drums and harps in the void sounded again, pleasant to the ears, and hundreds of birds paid homage to him. His charm was released to the extreme in an instant, and he was like a king ruling the world.
With this appearance, he is almost comparable to the second eldest disciple of Jiuchongtian Palace. He brought out countless phantoms behind him, layer upon layer. He came one step closer and was already close to the old man surrounded by people in front.
The two were no more than twenty steps apart. At that moment, the old man suddenly looked at Feng Qingyang. An overwhelming pressure suddenly arose, rushing towards Feng Qingyang like the sky was falling and the earth was collapsing, as if to give him a warning.
"Do you think I'm a pushover?" Feng Qingyang had a smile on his face, as if he didn't notice the pressure the other party was putting on him, but in fact, he was cursing in his heart.
This disrespectful old man, who took advantage of his seniority to bully others, actually tried to suppress him as soon as they met. He was simply courting death. Feng Qingyang moved his fingers slightly, raised them and pressed lightly.
This action was so natural and unpredictable that almost no one noticed it, but with just this one finger, the pressure that had been everywhere in the air suddenly disappeared, just like the sky clearing up after rain, and there was no longer that kind of heart-pounding pressure.
"Good... what a good young man!" The old man smiled, with a strange light flashing in his old eyes. Others could not see Feng Qingyang's little movements, but he saw them all.
That finger seemed ordinary, but in fact it contained tremendous pressure. The pressure was so strong that it exploded to a peak almost in an instant.
At that moment, the old man almost thought that his opponent had broken through the realm of the Zombie King, but now it seems that he is clearly at the peak of the Flying Zombie. With such cultivation, he can fight against the mid-stage Demon King. Even if he encounters a late-stage Demon King, even if he cannot defeat him, he can still escape.
"What a powerful person! If this boy can work for my Zhan Tai family with peace of mind, then my Zhan Tai family will become stronger." The old man sighed secretly.
No matter what Feng Qingyang's mentality was, in the eyes of the old man, he was indeed a perfect young genius. For a moment, he suddenly wanted to win him over.
"I, Feng, greet Master Zhan Tai." Feng Qingyang did not try to guess the old man's thoughts. Instead, he stood twenty steps away from him and bowed slightly as a salute.
"No need to be polite. Since you have passed the Xuanluo Illusion Formation, you are a guest official of my Zhantai family. Moreover, if you can break through your cultivation level, you can become the first guest official."
The old man spoke with deep meaning, which puzzled others, but Feng Qingyang was shocked after hearing it. He looked at the smiling old man with fear in his heart.
This person looks old, but he is still top-notch in both cultivation and intelligence. He is simply an old fox who has become a master.
His words were very simple. Feng Qingyang could indeed become a guest official of his Zhan Tai family, but not now. There were still some special conditions or tests required.
Although he didn't say it explicitly now, Feng Qingyang guessed something. Thinking of this, he immediately fixed his gaze on Zhan Taiyu. He wanted to see the other party's reaction.