Beauty's personal migrant worker

The Fengyun Tower, which has stood in Tianyun City for thousands of years, still stands there like a giant.

Ever since Fengyun Wuji stepped forward for Chen Feng, no one dared to call Fengyunlou's attention.Everyone knows that in Fengyun Building, there is a peerless strong man, even if he is killed in front of him, he must be respectful.

At this time, Fengyun Building has been completely renovated, and the fifth floor that was damaged by Ji Shangshun has been restored to its original state, still so simple and simple.

"tread--"

"tread--"

"tread--"

There was a sound of footsteps, and the monks sitting on the fifth floor only heard a shout from downstairs: "Someone broke into the building."

All of a sudden, everyone's eyes were on the stairs on the fifth floor.

After a while, a young man with a smile on his face stepped up step by step and appeared in front of everyone.

Seeing this man, the monks dining on the fifth floor lowered their heads one by one, fearing that they would offend the plague god.

On the other hand, a woman sitting in the corner ran towards the young man like a butterfly.

"Haha, Chen Feng, you've been stealing the show these few days." The woman laughed, her eyes a little eager.

Looking at this woman with a peerless face, Chen Feng also smiled, showing his white teeth: "Miss Changling, I haven't seen you for a few days, you have become beautiful again."

"Slick tongue!" Chang Ling chuckled, turned around, pointed to the table she was sitting on, and said, "I wonder if you are interested in having a drink with me?"

As soon as these words came out, Chen Feng suddenly felt the eyes of the people around him become jealous.No one dared to imagine that a beauty like Chang Ling took the initiative to invite her.

"Wait!" Chen Feng smiled lightly, not caring about the eyes of the people around him.Then, he respectfully walked to an inconspicuous corner, and respectfully called out to an old man who was seriously cleaning the wine cabinet: "Senior Fengyun!"

The old man raised his head and looked at Chen Feng with admiration: "Chen Feng, you are here!"

As he said that, he took out an ordinary wine bottle from the wine cabinet and shook it at Chen Feng: "Come have a drink with my old man."

Chen Feng was not hypocritical, and sat opposite Feng Yun Wuji across the wine cabinet. At this time, Feng Yun Wuji had pulled out the wine bottle and was about to pour wine into the glass.

A strong aroma of wine came to his nostrils, and Chen Feng immediately felt refreshed. Even the cultivation on his body began to move around, as if he wanted to break through.

"How about my wine?" Feng Yun Wuji narrowed his eyes, looking at Chen Feng and smiling lightly.

"It's simply fairy wine!" Chen Feng thought for a while, and finally said excitedly.Just the effect of the wine's aroma made Chen Feng feel that no good words were enough to describe this wine.Only Xianniang is the most appropriate.

"Indeed, this wine can indeed be regarded as fairy wine!" Fengyun Wuji nodded: "Let's have a sip."

As soon as Feng Yun Wuji finished speaking, Chen Feng couldn't wait to pick up the wine glass and drank it down.

The wine is not strong, as soon as it enters the throat, there is a bit of fragrance in the coolness, and a bit of mellowness in the lightness.

A strange feeling made Chen Feng's eyes suddenly focus.

"Is this... the power of a fairy?" Chen Feng looked at Feng Yun Wuji in astonishment, his eyes full of horror.

"How do you feel?" Fengyun Wuji laughed, staring at Chen Feng.

"The power of the fairy is really miraculous. This glass of wine is enough to be worth ten years of hard work!" Chen Feng said solemnly, suppressing the overwhelming energy in his body.

"It took me thousands of years to brew such a small pot of wine." Feng Yun Wuji said with a smile, but kept pouring a glass for Chen Feng again: "Experience carefully!"

Chen Feng nodded, and slowly poured the wine into his throat. All the senses in his body were concentrated, feeling the taste of the wine.

The next moment, Chen Feng opened his eyes suddenly: "What a powerful fairy power!"

At this moment, he finally understood why Qiu Ruyi, a newborn Sanxian, was able to defeat the seven late Mahayana powerhouses precisely because of the power of this fairy.

"Do you know the real realm of comprehension?" Fengyun Wuji nodded and spoke quietly.

"The real realm of comprehension?" Chen Feng's eyes shone with excitement, "Please ask seniors to clear up the confusion!"

Feng Yun Wuji drank a glass of wine by himself, and his eyes suddenly became distant: "Everyone thinks that the cultivation world is vast and boundless, and it is the whole of the cultivation world. In fact, it is not the case. In the entire cultivation world, there are actually strange secret realms. These secret realms Among them, there are some forces that have been passed down from ancient times. Like Longmen, they are the best among these forces."

"In addition to the hidden forces in the secret realm, there are also some powerful forces. They are detached from the world. They may not be well-known in the cultivation world, but their owners are not weaker than the forces of Longmen. Many times, they are exposed in the cultivation world. It’s just the tip of the iceberg.”

"Most of these forces exist overseas, in deep mountains and swamps, places that ordinary monks never set foot in. Such as the fairy island in the East China Sea, the ancient fairy palace in the ancient swamp, are the representatives of these hidden forces in the world of survival and cultivation."

Chen Feng was so shocked that he couldn't speak. Unexpectedly, there was such a side in this cultivation world. He had never heard of these hidden forces before.Speaking of the Desolate Ancient Swamp, Chen Feng only knew that there was a first-class faction named Desolate Ancient Sect in it. Now it seems that this Desolate Ancient Sect may be the representative of the Desolate Ancient Immortal Palace.

"These hidden powers are extremely powerful, even the weakest ones can annihilate any state in the cultivation world at will. The standard to measure the strength of these hidden powers is Sanxian!" Feng Yun Wuji said, Chen Feng's heart was shocked, and Chen Feng vaguely felt that Fengyun Wuji was going to tell him a secret that many people in the cultivation world didn't know.

"Everyone thinks that Sanxian is powerful, but in fact, Sanxian is the most pitiful person. Chen Feng, do you know how Sanxian became successful?"

Chen Feng shook his head, his eyes were full of curiosity.

"Those who become Loose Immortals are all desperate. Because, the road of Loose Immortals is an absolute road of no return!"

Chen Feng shrank his eyes, his heart was overwhelmed.

"In the late stage of the Mahayana, ninety-nine great catastrophes descended, crossing the catastrophe and ascending, there is no one out of ten. Chen Feng, do you know that other than being annihilated in ashes, what is the end for those who fail?"

Chen Feng's heart moved, and he couldn't help but said: "Could it be that the prerequisite for becoming a Loose Immortal is the failure of crossing the tribulation?"

Fengyun Wuji nodded: "The monks who failed to cross the catastrophe, if they use the art of military solution at the last moment, they can become loose immortals and avoid the end of being wiped out under the catastrophe."

"The Art of Soldiers?" Chen Feng's eyes were fixed. Why had he never heard of this spell?

"The art of military solution is actually a spell that completely separates the Nascent Soul from the physical body. After the military solution, the Nascent Soul is independent of the physical body, captures all the vitality of the physical body, and forms a new life body. The loose fairy, to put it bluntly, is Yuan Ying cultivates the truth. In addition, there is a trace of fairy power in the ninety-nine catastrophe, so after the soldiers are eliminated, the Yuan Ying can even cultivate the power of the fairy." Feng Yun Wuji said, with a trace of loneliness in his eyes: "However, the way of cultivation is against the sky, and the path of Sanxian is even more intolerable. Life and death happen once in a thousand years, and there is only one path of Sanxian in a hundred steps. To put it bluntly, Sanxian is just a poor worm struggling to survive .”

ps: The plot is relatively slow these days, but the real world of comprehension is about to unfold, and it will be brighter soon.In addition, in the past few days at the mother-in-law's house, there is no computer or line, so I can only use my mobile phone to type. It is inevitable that there will be typos, so please forgive me for typos.Ask for flowers, ask for tickets.