Nine Heavens Sword Sovereign

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In the dark night, a silvery-white light group outside the city of Shengjing pierced the sky at a high speed, flew for about a few miles, and then slowly fell down.

Yi Feng looked at the talisman on his chest that had lost its luster, but he couldn't remember exactly what happened just now, he just knew that he had been in a state of trance for a while, and the accident must have happened during this period.

The aura all over his body has faded away, and under the bath of the aura, all the scars on Yi Feng's body have healed, not even a trace of being damaged, and his originally muddled brain is extremely clear.

Suddenly, there was thunder in the ear, and the sky in the distance was also shining brightly.Raising his head, Yi Feng looked in the direction of the Beiming Temple. After a long while, he remembered something, and hurriedly ran towards the Beiming Temple again.

After being nourished by the spiritual power, Yi Feng felt neither tired nor hungry. He ran fast, as light and fast as a leopard hunting in the mountains and forests, not at all like the hungry and full meal. little beggar.

This feeling is as refreshing as a martial arts master in a movie performing lightness kung fu, but after a while, Yi Feng also found that his body was getting heavier and heavier, and it seemed that the effect of spiritual power was gradually weakening.

After Yi Feng persisted and ran to the side of the Beiming Temple, he saw only a piece of rubble and bricks in the dark night, and a man and a woman who were fighting did not know where to go.

There was still a strong fishy smell floating in the air, but the illusion before was no longer present.

"Hey! It's a pity, those two people may have gone far away." Yi Feng sighed in his heart, but he still searched in the ruins of the Beiming Temple, hoping to find some clues.

Heaven pays off!After nearly half an hour of searching, Yi Feng really managed to find a bracelet with a dull color.The bracelet was about two inches in diameter, the quality of which Yi Feng couldn't tell, but it was just enough to fit on his wrist.

"What is this?" Yi Feng observed carefully for a long time, but he had no clue, and could not see the slightest clue.

"It doesn't matter, if it survived such a big battle, it should be something extraordinary, maybe it's a fairy weapon or a divine weapon." Yi Feng didn't think too much about it, and after a moment of masturbation, he took the bracelet and headed towards the city of Shengjing. .

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It has been more than a month since the last night of horror at the Temple of Wailing, and the weather has become even colder. The howling wind and the heavy snow like goose feathers made Yi Feng shiver with cold.Fortunately, although the talisman hanging on his chest seemed to have exhausted its spiritual power, it still gave off some warmth from time to time.It was because of this warm current that Yi Feng was able to live healthily in the cold wind and the lack of food.

The bitter cold of midwinter can't cover up the prosperity of the holy capital, especially when the pilgrimage festival is approaching, the streets are full of joy, and every house is decorated with lanterns and festoons, which is unprecedentedly lively.During this period of time, the number of tourists from all over the empire came to the imperial capital to pay homage to the emperor and to visit relatives and friends gradually increased, and many of them gave money to beggars on the roadside.

During this time, it was also the peak period of beggars' income. Even if the wind was like a knife, even if the clothes were thin, they still worked hard. When they saw rich people who seemed to be new to the imperial capital, they would stop them for begging, and they always had a good harvest.

However, among the beggars, there is a special case like Yi Feng who never reaches out.He just curled up his thin body, leaning against the wall sullenly, and the broken porcelain bowl in front of him only had one or two copper coins, which was very pitiful.

"Little brother, are you going to Lingwang's mansion to have porridge again today?" The old beggar who often fooled children came to chat with Yi Feng almost every day, and at the same time kept promoting his few books that were useless. Broken books and bad books that people care about.

"Hmph!" Yi Feng turned his head away, completely ignoring this sloppy old beggar.

"Haha, you see that other people are begging along the street, and they earn a lot of income every day. They have a good mouth, and they can live comfortably for half a year just by begging for half a month. Why do you turn a blind eye to it?" The old beggar seemed very interested and asked.

"Stinky old man, don't classify me with them. I will be a person with great achievements in the future. Forget it, I can't explain it to you. We are not from the same world at all. I will go to Lingwang's mansion to drink The porridge is gone. If you eat some, I won’t let myself be degraded!" Yi Feng said with a look of contempt.