Above the Immortal Cultivation

As he expected, for more than three hours, facing the three-foot-high waves, Song Fengyu flew past Wang Lu while laughing, like a proud general who killed the enemy and lost his armor and won a complete victory. , elated and so happy.

Wang Lu looked at Song Fengyu who had surpassed him with a smile. He was still the same in his heart, he was still so free and casual.

He shook his head, a trace of mana was injected into him, and a huge force filled his body. In one step, his speed soared from 480 feet to 550 feet.

Seeing Wang Lu suddenly chasing after him, Song Fengyu curled up his lips.

I thought to myself, why are you still pretending to be "pretending to be calm"? Knowing that you are at the end of your rope and all your cards are out, why should you still be tit for tat and asking for trouble?

It's just a matter of holding on to your last breath and looking back. In this case, you are convinced of the defeat.

"ha!"

Song Fengyu shouted loudly, his speed unchanged at all, as fast as the wind.

The two people's escaping light, one black and one red, was as straight as two red and black meteors, floating and moving as fast as sparks.

As the day went by, Song Fengyu's expression changed slightly. He was like a hanged man who couldn't get rid of him no matter how hard he tried.

Maybe, he was very uncomfortable at this time, and his magic power and body should be approaching the limit, he thought bitterly.

Five days later, Song Fengyu's face had a hint of blue.

His body is like a bow string that is about to be fully stretched. It will take up to four days before it can no longer bear it and will naturally disintegrate and die.

However, the person behind him, no matter he moved left or right, was like a shadow, following him, and he had a vague feeling that this person was most likely pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger. Could it be that he would lose completely?

The more I thought about it, the more anxious I became.

How to do how to do?

Fight hard, even if you lose, you still have to explore your depth.

Young Master, who am I? I am a super genius with the "Spark" spiritual root, a rare spiritual root throughout the ages. I can never lose.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Song Fengyu reluctantly let out roars that echoed throughout the world, clenching his teeth and persisting.

Wang Lu was less than ten feet behind him. As long as his speed slowed down a little or stopped, he would lose this nearly month-long competition.

Fortunately, he is not a person he can't look away from. His father often tells him that when doing things, you can't act on impulse. You have to be able to take it and let it go. You must not compete with your own strength. Only in this way can you stop it. Cut off the inner demons, transcend yourself, and gain great freedom and ease.

However, he, who has always thought highly of himself, still had trouble getting over this hurdle.

Three days later, his face turned completely blue, and beads of sweat fell from his forehead. Song Fengyu understood that his mana was about to bottom out. This was a trivial matter. The key point was that his body was exhausted and his skin was as red as fire. The muscle meridians were bulging high, as if a volcano was about to erupt in his body, forcing him to hold his body down.

Defeated.

Before he could take a breath, a black stream of light flew past him without looking back.

Song Fengyu stood in the big waves with a livid face, looking at the shrinking black figure in the distance, without moving for a long time.

He stood like that for a whole day, but the other party did not escape, but returned. The thousand miles with him as the center were like the never-weary, surging waves of the South China Sea, like a very fast Mercedes-Benz.

In fact, he believed that Wang Lu was better than him for at most a day or two. If this was the case, he was still within the acceptable range and would still have to chase him in the future, so it wouldn't be too embarrassing.

However, after five days, this person was still in a daze, like a lifeless puppet, which caused the little hope he had left to be extinguished.

Simply, he sat cross-legged, took out a Green Dragon Resurrection Pill, which was as white as snow, and swallowed it orally, restoring his mana and a slightly bruised body.

Soon, clouds of milky white mist enveloped him.

Half a month passed away inadvertently. He raised his hand and the mist dissipated. Waves of waves hit him head and head. Song Fengyu did not make any resistance.

"Wow, wow, wow..."

The sea water soaked his whole body and completely extinguished the fire of luck in his heart.

"well!"

Sighing heavily and deeply, he was fundamentally defeated without any doubt.

During this period of time, his spiritual consciousness followed Kuafu's body like an endless road day by day.

He had to admire the opponent's speed, magic power and physical strength. He was so self-righteous that he was finally defeated in terms of speed for the first time and had no way to catch up.

"I'll admit defeat!"

Song Fengyu suddenly let out a powerful and loud roar to express the depression accumulated in his chest.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Within a few breaths, Wang Lu came to him with a big smile, and gently touched his face with his right hand. Pictures that surprised him kept flashing in front of his eyes, and he pulled back...

The weather was very nice that day, and he was playing with a branch in his hand in the middle of foundation building. Suddenly, a young man in black clothes with clear eyes walked into the shop. He glanced at him casually and said lazily. , whatever you want, just watch.

The young man said with a smile, "Song Fengyu, please stop pretending and take out the treasures from your store, right?"

Then, I pretended to be stupid and wanted to give him the Fire Feather Fan. As a result, I not only refused, but also took out his "Cui Ya" spiritual tea to share with him. Then, by coincidence, my father came back. ...

Later, his father told him that this person's name was Wang Lu, and he was a young dragon with great potential. If he grew up, he would surely make waves.

Wang Lu took off the mask and stuffed it directly into the hands of Song Fengyu, who was still stunned.

"Ah!"

After a long time, Song Fengyu came back to his senses and put away the mask neatly, saying seriously: "Calculate the time, more than two hundred years, Junior Brother Wang has surpassed me with amazing strength, I am convinced."

Then, he became himself again, with mist in his eyes again, and said leisurely: "I know what Junior Brother wants to ask, otherwise, let's find a nearby island and reminisce about the past."

"Senior Brother Song is really good at pretending, but fickleness is also a kind of wonderful state of fighting left and right, and the coexistence of reality and illusion!"

The peaks in Wang Lu's words were like a heavy hammer, hitting Song Fengyu's heart hard.

He was shocked and nodded vigorously.

"That's exactly what I want. I'm also interested in the fragments in my junior brother's storage bag. Let's go now."

"Okay!"

As soon as the words fell, the two of them burst into laughter, as if they had met each other too late, which went straight up to the sky and lasted for a long time.