Uncrowned Evil Emperor

The atmosphere in the wilderness became somewhat depressing because of the young man's shouting and asking. When the three of them stood together, somehow Killer Fengda felt a particularly weird feeling. One of them always seemed a bit redundant, especially the young man's pair of sword eyebrows. His hawk-like eyes were full of doubts and hostility at the same time.

How did I offend him? As for looking at me with such eyes?Feng Jueyu looked at the young man in bewilderment. Regarding the prediction of the crisis, Killer Feng dared to be the second, and no one dared to be the first.He found that ever since he met Wu Qingqiu, the young man had always been vigilant and threatening towards him. This was the enemy's eyes.

Stared directly at Feng Jueyu, Wu Qingqiu's eyes flashed with panic: "I was asking you, why are you asking me again?" feather.

"I'm looking for someone. Why are you here?"

Feng Jueyu looked at Wu Qingqiu in amazement. He knew Wu Qingqiu's identity when he was in Wanyue Tiangong, but Wu Qingqiu always gave people a mysterious feeling, as if there was always something hidden in her heart, which made people feel like Feeling alienated.

But in the final analysis, whether it is Feng Chenlian or Mu Tianhao, they both said that they would let themselves take care of Wu Qingqiu. Over the years, Killer Fengda did not care about her at all. The Feng Wuluan heart pendant was given to Shangguan Ruomeng, what the meaning in it represents, Killer Fengda has some ideas in his heart, but it is far from the point of worrying about it.

This time we met, with a few words, the relationship was not as good as before, and we became estranged.

Wu Qingqiu walked over with her hands behind her back, her petite figure was still as beautiful as before, but her steps were much firmer, and her strength was quite different from before.

Beautiful, powerful, the object of admiration for young talents for many years?

No wonder the young man always looked at him with a hostile look, so it was because of Wu Qingqiu.

Feng Jueyu nodded calmly, finally knowing the root cause of the young man's hostility towards him.

That's right, Wu Qingqiu's body has a kind of beauty that is free from dust and vulgarity, just like a white lotus that emerges from the mud and is not stained, it cannot be blasphemed by any sin, darkness, her beauty is holy, without any dust of the world, but such a beautiful woman It also has a strong strength, how can it not make people look at it differently.

Feeling the strong aura emanating from Wu Qingqiu's body unnaturally, Feng Jueyu realized that her cultivation base was no lower than his own, and the speed of her cultivation was also extremely astonishing.

But right now, Killer Feng is not in the mood to appreciate beauties, even though he has the Feng Wu Luan Heart Pendant, and he knows that when Wu Qingqiu left, he gave the Feng Wu Luan Heart Pendant to Shangguan Ruomeng with some admiration and affection , placing things on love, those things have become a thing of the past.

The current killer Fengda only wants to find his family.

"There are monsters and beasts everywhere in Honghuang, who are you looking for here?" Wu Qingqiu walked up to Feng Jueyu while speaking, a shyness suddenly appeared on her cold face, she tapped the stones on the ground with her little feet, and said in a low voice: "Could it be... came to find me?"

Killer Fengda raised his eyelids to look at Wu Qingqiu, and said, "No, I'm here to find someone else."

"you……"

Hearing Killer Fengda's straightforward answer without thinking, Wu Qingqiu's cheeks puffed up: "Idiot, why are you so hateful?"

"What's wrong with me?" Feng Jueyu's expression did not change, but he stared at Wu Qingqiu's reproachful eyes: "I didn't look for you in the first place."

Leaving Wu Qingqiu's eyes, Feng Jueyu looked towards the hazy huge tree shadow in the distance, the real edge of the wild was there, and he didn't know where Elder Yiming lived.

"Looking for someone? Who are you looking for?" Wu Qingqiu stepped up on her heels, leaning her snow neck into her ear and asked, her big bright eyes seemed to be turning around in a story, she didn't know what was going on in her heart.

The relationship between the two in Wanyue Tiangong might be able to reach such a level, but time has passed, and such an intimate act somewhat made Killer Feng a little uncomfortable.

He frowned and looked at Wu Qingqiu, a little unable to figure out what was going on in the little girl's mind, just as he was about to speak, the young man followed behind him.

"Qingqiu, come back with me."

"Wen Su, don't you see that I'm talking to others? Why do you keep interrupting?"

"I……"

The young man named Wen Su was suddenly at a loss for words, and he glanced at Feng Jueyu unconsciously, the threat in his eyes was extremely strong.

Feeling Wensu's wolf-like gaze, Feng Jueyu stood still, glanced at Wu Qingqiu from the corner of his eyes, and whispered: "Hey, don't follow me anymore, I'm afraid my life will be lost if you follow me." He pointed at Wen Su with his thumb back.

Wu Qingqiu was stunned, and immediately said angrily: "I have nothing to do with him, he is my senior brother." A little annoyed, Wu Qingqiu puffed up her mouth, and she looked quite cute.

Feng Jueyu had a laugh, and continued to tease: "The key is that it has nothing to do with me, he seems to have taken a fancy to you."

"you……"

"How long have you been here?"

Without giving Wu Qingqiu a chance to refute, Feng Jueyu suddenly said with a straight face.

Wu Qingqiu was slightly startled. In her heart, she did have some favorite thoughts about the man in front of her. The two of them also had all kinds of marriage contracts, but they were all left over from the previous generation. Despite the changes in the world, this heart is only binding on those verbal agreements and on paper.

Emotions, for the most part, are nonexistent.

However, chance is a wonderful thing, and the descendants of Feng and Wu families finally meet.

Slowly, Wu Qingqiu's emotions changed delicately, but later she knew that he was accompanied by many beauties, and she couldn't convince herself to fully express this emotion, so she later gave Feng Wuluan the heart pendant. , meaning that she wants to stop there and complete what she should do.

But the world is unpredictable. When they meet again today, the handsome man in front of them once again arouses the affection in their hearts.

As for Wen Su, she didn't have any other thoughts at all, it was just the relationship between seniors and sisters.

"It's been three years." Wu Qingqiu's eyes dimmed, and gray feelings could be found in those flowing pupils, as if he had experienced many things that he had never experienced before in the past few years.

"Alone? Where's Feng Bo?"

Wu Qingqiu's tears hung with silver beads: "It's gone."

"When did it happen?" Feng Jueyu was taken aback, the absence of what Wu Qingqiu said meant that Uncle Feng was dead.

"Not long after I came out of Wanyue Heavenly Palace, I met my enemy. Uncle Feng was killed in order to protect me. I have been wandering around since I entered the inner circle. When I arrived here three years ago, I was rescued by an expert. It was that person. "She pointed to the man named Dasheng.

"So that's how it is." Feng Jueyu heaved a sigh of relief, and he lost all teasing thoughts, and said, "These years have been very hard, so it was good to stay back then."

"I have my own things to do." Wu Qingqiu said softly, wiped away tears secretly, changed the topic, and asked again: "The prehistoric is the only way to the inner hinterland and the core area. The tyrannical strength can't cross the prehistoric world at all, so when you talk about looking for someone here, who are you looking for?"

"Oh, there is an elder named Yiming. I heard that he knows everything. I have something to ask the elder."

"Elder Yiming?" Wu Qingqiu's soft eyes suddenly changed.

"What? You know?"

"What are you looking for, Master?"

Before Wu Qingqiu could speak, Wen Su came over with Dasheng, his steps were staggered, and the two surrounded Feng Jueyu on the left and the right, exuding strong hostility.

"What's none of your business?" Feng Jueyu raised his eyebrows sternly. This man was too rude. He had been blocking Wu Qingqiu when he was talking to Wu Qingqiu before, but now he asked himself loudly. The soft persimmon was pinched.

"Master?" After Feng Jueyu asked, he realized that there was a problem with the young man's address. Master, he looked at Wu Qingqiu and said, "Your master is the elder Yiming?"

"Boy, Elder Yiming doesn't just meet anyone who wants to, say, what is your purpose?" Wen Su said sharply.

Only then did Feng Jueyu turn around slowly, and looked at Wen Su with displeased eyes: "This is my business, it has nothing to do with you."

"Why has nothing to do with me, I am the first disciple of the master, how do I know if you are sent by the enemy of the master?"

Feng Jueyu said coldly: "If I intend to plot against Elder Yiming, will I still tell you the truth?"

Wen Su frowned, and threatened: "I don't care what you are doing here? Master is not seeing outsiders now, I advise you to leave immediately, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude to you."

"Huh?" Feng Jueyu was stunned for a moment. Wen Su seemed to have a good cultivation, but he was not the kind of existence that could give him a sense of oppression. It was too arrogant to say such big words without even looking at other people's cultivation. .

There were only four people on the edge of the prehistoric world, except for the big man Dasheng who was holding a Fang Tian painted halberd and had a simple and honest smile on his face, Feng Jueyu hadn't put Wen Su in his eyes yet.

"You're welcome, but I want to know how you're polite."

"Wen Su, I'll deal with it." The man Dasheng stood up.

Wen Su waved his hand: "No, you don't need to deal with him. Boy, get out of the prehistoric world immediately, or don't blame me for being ruthless." As Wen Su spoke, the magic formula was chanted, and the two golden treasured long swords responded Fly, hanging on his left and right sides.

"Swordsmanship?"

Hearing that Su Nianjue's Yangshen hanging on the top is as dazzling as a golden sun, and his posture is good, but the Fajue's chanting is not proficient, the speed is not fast, and the source of divine power is not deep, Feng Jueyu almost laughed out loud.

"Peak Chongyang?" Feng Jueyu smiled contemptuously. If it was a big victory, he didn't dare to say that he would definitely win, but if it was the peak of Chongyang, Feng Jueyu had absolute confidence to capture the opponent in one fell swoop.

"So what?"

"Sword Control? Oh, you haven't practiced enough yet." Feng Jueyu said, with a thought, Jin Bao's long sword flew out, and Lihua's 64 long swords trapped Wen Su in it: "Sword Control, Shadow Splitting Sword , is my master's forte, you are bringing shame on yourself."

After the cold tone fell, 64 long swords spun simultaneously, surrounding Wen Su in an instant.