Jiang Feng walked alone in an ancient city in a foreign country, watching the snowflakes and people coming and going. He is like an ascetic monk, walking through the world, and his heart is like a mirror.
All the noisy surroundings, the faces of the faces, seemed to have become a picture, and these pictures let Jiang Feng see the various aspects of life.
Jiang Feng felt that his state of mind was madly sublimating, and the feeling of seeing the world and everything had changed at this time.
The ideological realm also broke through the shackles at this moment, as if stepping onto a higher platform, suddenly becoming broad-minded.
At the same time, the temperament that Jiang Feng exudes has become extremely indifferent, walking on the street, almost blending into the air, and the pores are shining.
Someone gradually casts a curious look on Jiang Feng, and it is surprising that a person is blooming in the evening.
Jiang Feng didn't care about the eyes of the people around him, and was completely immersed in unconscious consciousness.
In his eyes, the world changes, the yin and yang meet, the sun and the moon change, the stars are annihilated...
Even after tens of thousands of years, the endless stream of people gradually blurred, and the ancient Syracuse appeared.
In the past, and the present, the pictures overlapped, making Jiang Feng seem to have caught something, but he didn't catch anything. This kind of feeling is mysterious and mysterious, lingering in Jiang Feng's heart, and it is impossible to comprehend it.
On the street, more and more people cast surprise eyes at Jiang Feng.
In the restaurants, tea houses, inns, and various shops that Jiang Feng passed by.
Countless monks stopped talking, put down everything in their hands, looked towards the street with shocked eyes, and fell on Jiang Feng's body by coincidence.
Not in the process of cultivating, but the whole body is full of rays of sunshine, and the pores are like being bathed by fairy energy, and the splendid splendor is emitted.
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They had never seen this kind of sight. They all grew their mouths in surprise, thinking that the elves of ancient times had come to the world.
Rumor has it that only monks of the elven race, because their bodies are extraordinary and have been baptized by the power of nature, they will shine like a sacred angel.
However, the normal appearance of the elven cultivator is different from that of the human cultivator, but this young man is clearly a human in appearance.
Jiang Feng is walking in the snow city under the night, and behind him, he has followed many people, wanting to see how this young man will change.
When Jiang Feng passed by a restaurant, the window was suddenly pushed aside. An unkempt old man with muddy eyes suddenly burst into star-like light after seeing Jiang Feng.
"The physical vision, this is a sign that the martial arts saints will show!"
The old man with random hair said in an excited tone, Fei body fell from the window, landed in front of Jiang Feng, and knelt on the ground with a thud.
"Meet the saint!"
The crowd was shocked, the shaggy old man, isn't Syracuse Feng Banxian
This person usually talks about spirits and indulges in drinking all day, and there is no one day sober. Why is he suddenly sober today, kneeling directly in front of this young man, and saying what physical visions, martial arts saints, is surprising.
Although Feng Banxian is a drunkard, he is a monk in the Tibetan realm. If he wants to cultivate well, he can definitely go one step further, but he has fallen into the wine, and people gradually call him a drunken maniac, and he has no respect for him.
But I also heard people occasionally talk about Feng Banxian claiming that he had obtained the hexagram of heaven from a ruin, and he could end his life and death, depending on his fate.
Someone specially asked Feng Banxian to prove the truth and falsehood, but this guy lied to a good meal, leaving only the sentence "fate for a few days", and then there was no more words. The angry people almost slapped him to death.
Since then, no one has looked for Feng Banxian for fortune-telling, and this person has also become the object of ridicule by diners in major restaurants.
However, now that Feng Banxian uttered inexplicable words and knelt directly in front of this brilliant youth, it was still shocking.
Jiang Feng turned a blind eye, still wandering forward, immersed in his own world, with no distractions, Feng Banxian still kneeled on the ground, with a pious attitude, like a weak life, respecting the gods of heaven and earth.
Until a moment, the curious crowd followed Jiang Feng, and directly prostrated Feng Banxian on the ground and drowned at the end of the street.
At this time, in Jiang Feng's eyes, the image of Syracuse tens of thousands of years ago was really reproduced, almost overlapping. He felt that he was crossing the tunnel of time and space and stepping into countless years ago.
There is a feeling in the dark, as long as you step in, you will get an extremely terrible understanding.
Boom! ! !
At this moment, there was a huge muffled sound in the ear, and at the same time, a fierce air swept over like a tide, and the picture in front of Jiang Feng suddenly became rippling, and it was immediately blurred.
He stopped and recovered from his unconsciousness. The light on his body disappeared at this moment. Unconsciously, he had already arrived on the other side of Snow City.
Under the night sky ahead, sword aura suddenly exploded, and if the Changhong that penetrates the sky and the earth, it blooms with extreme brilliance, illuminating the radius for dozens of miles.
It was the terrible sword aura that disturbed Jiang Feng and made him come out of the wonderful mood.
"It's a pity..." Jiang Feng sighed. He already felt that he was about to touch something. Once he succeeds, it must be a shocking understanding. He even feels that his cultivation level will faintly break through to the Eighth Heaven of Knowledge Tibetan Realm.
But after the sword qi was interrupted, the cultivation base stopped and got stuck outside the door of the Eighth Heaven in the Tibetan Realm. After all, he could not break through, and the mysterious perception he was about to grasp also passed by.
This kind of opportunity is hard to come by, missed once, and want to get it again, it is almost very ethereal.
Suddenly noticing something, Jiang Feng turned his head suddenly and found that there were densely packed people behind him, standing dozens of meters away from him. At this time, they all looked at him with surprise.
"Uh..." Jiang Feng was taken aback for a moment. He didn't expect that there were so many people behind him. He immediately realized that it was probably the mysterious artistic realm he had entered earlier that caught the attention of this group of people.
Fortunately, it didn't attract a big man, otherwise, instead of looking at him at this time, he would directly investigate him.
"In the middle of the night in Snow City, sword aura is soaring. Most of the fierce battles have taken place, so you might as well go take a look." Jiang Feng retracted his gaze and looked towards the land where the sword aura was soaring.
In the rear, a group of cultivators were stunned at this moment, and then they acted one after another, flying towards the place where the sword was strong.
In the middle of the night, such a fierce fight broke out, and most of the big things happened. Maybe it was the young handsome who stepped into the Syracuse. The collision happened ahead of time. If this is the case, there will be a good show.
Jiang Feng was very fast, and after a while, he had reached the border of Syracuse.
At this time, on the huge wall of Syracuse, many people were already standing, and Jie looked at the outside of the city with excitement.
Jiang Feng looked curiously and saw that there were two figures outside the city, fighting in the air. Every time they collided, they burst out with terrifying star power. ()