God-level Golden Hand

Chapter 941 Ling Xiao
The so-called brain disease may not be a lunatic or an idiot, but may also be a patient with paranoia or severe paranoia.

In other words, mental illness.

The meaning of mental illness in modern medicine is different from mental illness in the narrow sense. Judging by strict medical standards, most people suffer from mental illness or anxiety disorder to a certain extent, more or less, mild or severe, Or depression, or other mental illnesses that people don't really care about.

From Xu Jingxing's point of view, Feng Zhihuan had a certain degree of paranoia. According to the practitioners, it means that the cultivator has become obsessed, and he actually thought of such a thing as a leader in this era. Isn't this paranoia? what is it
Since Feng Zhihuan's brain is sick, he might be able to dig out more information if he stimulates it.

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, Feng Zhihuan became excited, turned over and grabbed the old pipe and asked, "Do you believe it?"

Old Yandai nodded hastily, "I believe it, of course I believe it, I believe it 100% and firmly support it!"

The expression on Feng Zhihuan's face turned from anger to joy, he turned his head proudly and said to Xu Jingxing, "See?"

Xu Jingxing was very speechless, this Feng Zhihuan had really been suppressed for a long time, and he would make such a gaffe, not to mention that Lao Yandai is still a master whose strength is not weaker than his Feng Zhihuan, even if Lao Yandai is an ordinary subordinate, so It also seems very rude to ask someone by their collar.It's really thanks to Lao Yandai's good temper that he can say such nasty things.

But Old Yandai didn’t have any objections. What he could say, he could only nod speechlessly, “I see, Old Yandai is a good comrade, but it’s too taken for granted that you two want to dominate the cultivation world, right?”

"Hmph, as long as I can reach the legendary realm, what is a mere cultivation world?" Feng Zhihuan said with full of ambition and confidence.

A mere practice world...

This said.

Could it be that you read too many online novels?

He finally understood that this Feng Zhihuan was really mentally ill, and even came up with a plan to dominate the practice world.Leaving aside whether Feng Zhihuan can dominate the world, the definition of the word "Cultivation World" is very vague. What is the "Cultivation World?"Could it be that he, Feng Zhihuan, wants to control and subdue all the practitioners?How does Feng Zhihuan define a person as a practitioner?
He had thought about this problem before, and his master also said that practicing boxing and cultivating the mind is spiritual practice, writing and painting is spiritual practice, studying science is also spiritual practice, even sitting, lying and walking is also spiritual practice, and even life itself is a kind of spiritual practice. How does everyone define this term.

That is to say, in the eyes of some people, everyone is a practitioner, and this world is a huge practice world. Everyone is practicing all the time, but the methods of practice are different, and the results of pursuit are also different. .

But what Feng Zhihuan said about practice and the world of practice is obviously not like this, but a very narrow concept, which regards the world of practice as a kind of existence similar to the rivers and lakes of the old society, and this is obviously against the law of the development of the times .In layman's terms, it is against the general trend. Feng Zhihuan is going against the trend. Even if he gains power for a while, it is estimated that it will not last long. What's more, Feng Zhihuan's plan is just a concept in his mind, and he has not even completed the prerequisites.

Well, what is the prerequisite for Feng Zhihuan to dominate the practice world?Practice to the legendary realm.

No matter what kind of realm Feng Zhihuan said in the legend, it is obviously a relatively distant thing, and it needs to rely on external forces and some very excessive means to assist it.

Don't say anything else, just tell Feng Zhihuan what Jin Er did, and Feng Zhihuan will die!

Thinking of this, he was a little bit discouraged, and didn't want to talk too much with Feng Zhihuan, so he waved Mingling and said coldly: "If you want to dominate the practice world, first ask Mingling if he agrees."

"This knife is called Mingling?" Feng Zhihuan's expression changed quickly, and he became the gentle and quiet teahouse owner again, as if the nonsensical words before were said by another person.

"Yes."

"A good name, it really matches the temperament of this knife. You can also nickname it the God of the North, hehe, although it is a bit vulgar, it is more domineering," Feng Zhihuan said with great interest, while saying While observing Mingling, he looked very curious, and sighed regretfully after speaking: "It's really a good knife. If I see this knife earlier, I will definitely get it first."

He was not in the mood to chat with Feng Zhihuan, and said coldly: "It's a good knife, it's very sharp for beheading, and it will definitely make your death painless."

Feng Zhihuan shook his head, "Do you have to fight to the death?"

"Otherwise, tender, do you come here for sightseeing?" He sarcastically said, "Stop talking nonsense, let's see the truth."

"Of course I didn't come here to play in the mountains and rivers. My purpose from beginning to end is to subdue you."

"I refuse to accept it."

"Then there's nothing to say. Who told you not only to take away my treasure, but also to kick the potted plant that I've been serving for several years? I'm so upset if I don't kill you," Feng Zhihuan let out a long breath. "Then I'm sorry, I'll give you a ride and let you go first, don't worry, I won't harass your family, I'll just take back what you took away."

Hearing Feng Zhihuan's words, his eyes narrowed instantly, and then slowly relaxed after a while, and asked coldly: "The last question, are you so confident that you can take me down?"

Feng Zhi laughed, "Of course I am no match for you alone, but don't forget that there are two people on my side, not to mention you were injured, right?" When he said this, he suddenly frowned and asked, "I also have one Question, I heard Rambo say that you blocked a bullet with your hand, how did you do it?"

Feng Zhihuan's question made him wonder whether he should answer it, because it involved the biggest secret of his life.Tell me, what if Feng Zhihuan escapes in the end?Then his secret can't be hidden.Don't say it, it's very uncomfortable to hold back in my heart.

So he thought for a while, waved Mingling and pointed at Feng Zhihuan: "I can answer this question, but not now!"

"When?"

"When the battle is over."

Feng Zhihuan took a deep look at him, and spit out a word: "Okay!" After speaking, he slowly drew out the long sword in his hand, "This sword has been with me for 20 years. It is called Ling Xiao, and it is also destined , has the same character as your Mingling, and it is a pity to meet again under such circumstances, your Mingling is destined to be Ling Xiao's defeated sword."

"It's hard to say—" He sneered, and rushed towards Feng Zhihuan with a knife.

(End of this chapter)