Aojian Tianqiang

The woman was silent for a long time, looking in the direction of Xu Luo, with tears in her eyes: "But, my heart hurts!"

"I also feel distressed." The man said softly, then fell silent for a while, and then said: "Actually, it's only 20 years with us, and it will be very soon."

"That being said, he has gone through countless reincarnations here...Who would bear the suffering of reincarnation?" The woman murmured softly, then raised her head, and said faintly: "But it's okay, he's finally quite Come here, take this step, come to this day, the distance from the real meeting, recognition, blind date... is not far away."

"But... on that day, will I blame us?" The woman suddenly became a little worried again. At this moment, her appearance was completely gone from the noble and glamorous youth that she had just now, and her brows were full of worry.

"No, trust me, our child will definitely understand what we do." The man said with certainty.

"That imprint of good fortune?" Mentioning this, the woman's tone suddenly became a little cold: "Those things that don't know how to live or die!"

"What's there to be angry about? In this world, who can take away my son's things?" The man's tone suddenly became tough, and a domineering look flashed across his brows.

After speaking, he said again: "Besides, when the little beast left, didn't it leave him a mark of good fortune?"

"That belongs to the little beast after all..." The woman had a reluctant expression on her face, but then she seemed to be happy again: "The little beast still has a conscience, and it is not in vain for us to leave the Beast God Palace to our son." So good for it!"

The man snorted: "The Beast God Palace, I sacrificed it!"

"Okay, okay, you sacrificed the bronze tower, okay?" The woman rolled her eyes at the man, and muttered, "Leave something for my son to show off, so why don't you say it? Shenshan, is it also your handwriting?"

The man embraced the woman, and said with a smile: "Fengshenshan is the work of my smart, beautiful, lovely, gentle, unparalleled, and understanding lady... the world's number one lady...!"

A series of nasty words came out of this man's mouth, which gave people a feeling of 'that's it'.

The woman smiled like a flower, and lightly kissed the man on the cheek: "You pass!"

"Okay, it's time for us to go. I'm sure he's fine, so I feel at ease. The projection has been projected for so long, and it has already had a little impact on the world. Let's leave quickly!" the man said.

The woman became sad again: "Let me take another look at him!"

The man rolled his eyes, and said with some jealousy: "I am your husband!"

"He's my lover!" The woman snorted, "You're jealous of him, and you forced me to separate from him for 20 years!"

"..." The man's head was full of black lines, and he muttered, "I'm jealous of my son?"

"Is not it?"

"Is it?"

"Is not it?"

"Okay...you say yes!"

The two voices, laughing and shouting, gradually disappeared above the real peak of Fengshen Mountain.

All this, only this mountain knows.

God doesn't know!

.........

"I just stepped into the realm of life and death?" Xu Luo still couldn't believe it.

He couldn't figure it out either, who was that figure he saw just now when he seemed to be dreaming?

Why did he release such strong kindness towards himself, and in that kindness, why was there a sense of kindness and kindness only seen by elders?

What's more, Xu Luo has always had a feeling just now, this feeling is very weird, even a monk with a long life would not believe what he said.

Because at that moment, Xu Luo suddenly felt...the entire Fengshen Mountain under his feet...like a living thing!

Famous mountains have spirits, Xu Luo does not deny this.

But to say that the whole mountain is like a living thing, that would be unbelievable!

Not only that, just now, Xu Luo felt that the whole mountain was alive like a huge creature, and then, someone was watching him!

This feeling was so strong that he still had a throbbing feeling in his heart.

He is already a monk in the realm of life and death... Even if God can be suppressed by Fengshen Mountain, but at his level, what can make his heart throb?

Xu Luo couldn't understand it.

In the end, he simply didn't bother to think about it.

Because there are too many things that he can't figure out, if he insists on being serious, then he has already got into a dead end and can't get out.

Now, what he wants to do the most is to look at the low-key young man and fight with these prisoners.

So, Xu Luo moved in the direction of the prisoners over there, and touched them again.

Then, there was a short and rapid roar in the woods.

But the voice, almost instantly, returned to calm.

A moment later, Xu Luo walked out of the woods, with a sneer on his face, his figure was like a ghost, and he moved towards the direction of another group of prisoners.

Only less than half a day passed.

Along the banks of the river there were riots among the prisoners.

All the prisoners are furious!

Almost all of them chanted a name at the same time: "Low-key son!"

"Damn low-key son!"

"We prisoners, who have no grievances with you, dare to ambush our people in this jungle? Don't even think about getting out of this jungle!"

The reason why the prisoners were angry was that in the past half a day, more than 130 prisoners were attacked and killed!

There are still five or six alive.

It was these five or six who survived and said that the person who ambushed them was a marksman!

The archery is so good that it is almost a hundred shots!

The few who survived by luck did not miss the arrow!

It was because they had already moved their hearts from the left to the right during their cultivation before they entered Fengshen Mountain.

This is a lucky escape!

"That sharpshooter shot out an arrow, and I felt my soul was broken. Then, I heard him sneer in a low voice, saying, 'Dare to lay an ambush here to plot against our low-key son, it's really boring!'" a survivor The prisoner who got down cried and said to his companion: "When did we set up an ambush to plot against some low-key son..."

"Could it be the two men and one woman who were chased by us before?" asked a prisoner.

"impossible!"

"Why so sure?"

"You entered Fengshen Mountain quite a long time ago, so naturally you haven't heard the name of that low-key young man."

"Is he famous?"

"Say it out for fear of scaring you!"

"Hey, I have become a prisoner, trapped in this mountain of gods forever, who are we afraid of?"

"That's right, we've all been trapped to death in this Fengshen Mountain, who else do we need to be afraid of? Except for a few children from rich families, who we don't want to provoke when we enter here, who else should we be afraid of?"

"What a low-key bastard, if he dares to show his face, I will be the first to strike and crush him to death!"

A group of prisoners gathered together, talking excitedly.

The prisoner who knew the identity of the low-key young master smiled wryly: "This low-key young master is the son of one of the few big families we can't afford to provoke!"

"He was born in the imperial clan, and is the nephew of Tianyue, the number one expert in the imperial clan!"

"Moreover, he is extremely talented, a peerless genius!"

As soon as the prisoner said these words, the whole scene immediately calmed down. Almost everyone opened their mouths slightly, twitching the corners of their mouths, unable to speak.

"********!"

"What happened to the imperial clan?"

"What about Tianyue's nephew?"

"Within a radius of ten thousand miles, we... are the kings here!"

"I don't believe it, but Tianyue has the ability to enter Fengshen Mountain again!"

"Since they can't get in and we can't get out, what if he's a bird?"

A very prestigious monk among the prisoners, with ugly appearance, big arms and round waist, bare upper body, palm-wide chest hair, looks hideous, slapped on an old tree beside him, stood up, and shouted loudly.

This ancient tree, which was hugged by several people, was slapped violently by the cultivator.

This slap also made many monks tremble involuntarily.

The monk stared at the group of prisoners in front of him with a pair of shining eyes, and said with a sneer, "Why don't you talk? You are scared like this by a son of a shitty imperial family. If it were Tianyue Laozi Come here in person, are you still scared to pee?"

"What's wrong with the low-key son? The low-key son can kill our people at will?"

"Damn it, can you just fight with the wind?"

As the monk said, he slapped the ancient tree next to him again, and said loudly, "From now on, lay an ambush for me!"

"Once you see that low-key bastard, start besieging immediately!"

"I don't believe it, on our own territory, he can turn the world upside down!"

After finishing speaking, he glanced at the large group of monks in front of him: "Do you have the confidence to overthrow that little turtle?"

"Yes!" This group of prisoner monks have been trapped in Fengshen Mountain for so many years, no matter how normal they are, they will be a little irritable.

Being instigated by this monk, his blood boiled immediately, and he felt that he couldn't get out anyway, and he couldn't get in with a power like Tianyue.

So, on your own territory, whose face do you need to look at?

Just do it!

Thus, a world-shattering... a rare battle in Fengshen Mountain is about to begin.

But at this time, the low-key young man who is about to step into this jungle doesn't know anything, and is enjoying the maid's massage with a happy face.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the queue ahead.

The low-key young man in the big sedan chair slowly opened his eyes, and said calmly: "What's the matter? Didn't I say, don't make noise when you have nothing to do, this kind of shameful behavior is too disgraceful!"

Afterwards, someone rushed over to report: "My lord, the advance team has been ambushed. Look at the arrows, nine out of ten are from prisoners..."

At this time, at the gate of the sedan chair, the low-key son, the sharpshooter butler, received the arrow from the messenger, and said in a deep thought: "That's right... this arrow is indeed made by a prisoner."

The low-key young man sat up straight, patted the lubricated little hand of the maid who rubbed his shoulders, and said lightly: "Prisoner? Which prisoner has the courage to attack our people? How is the injury? Does it matter?"

There was a hesitant sound outside.

The low-key young man was a little upset, and let out a cold snort from his nostrils.

The guard's voice suddenly came from outside: "My lord, the brother who was shot died on the spot..."

"What? Dead?" The low-key young man was furious.