God Of Martial Arts

The figure of dream fell to the ground and fell beside Lin Feng, as if nothing had happened. It was still so holy and noble.

The crowd took a deep breath, but they were not quite calm. If they had not seen it with their own eyes, they could not believe that the graceful figure in front of them was the strong man who had just been enraged in the ice, which seriously injured the middle-aged blue shirt when he left.

Funny blue middle-aged also want to sneak attack Lin Feng, but did not expect to anger the holy woman, the heart was almost frozen, embarrassed to run away.

"Are you ok?" Meng Qing looks at Lin Feng, but her voice is still so indifferent. It makes Lin Feng smile bitterly. It is impossible to hear a soft voice of concern from Mengqing. Even if she cares, her tone is still so stiff and indifferent.

"It's OK. It's just a little bruised." Lin Feng smiles at the dream feeling and shakes his head carelessly.

The middle-aged blue shirt's method is really cruel enough. Even before he left, he almost killed him. Fortunately, he was quick in reaction and quick enough to get only slight injuries.

"Although my strength is not bad among my peers, I still have a big difference compared with Xuanwu."

Lin Feng said secretly in his heart that the desire for strength is becoming stronger and stronger.

Dream feeling looked at the bloodstain on Lin Feng's body, nodded slightly, did not say anything more, just retreated to Lin Feng's back.

"Let's go back." Lin Feng said, and then to the vice president of the Dragon way: "vice president, I leave first."

"Good."

Vice President long smiles at Lin Feng, and his heart is also amazed at the strength of dream feeling.

This mysterious woman, very strong, very strong.

He felt that the terror strength just showed was not the real strength of dream love.

Lin Feng's eyes swept the crowd, sharp and indifferent. He opened his mouth and said, "remember what I said just now. If there is anyone to provoke me in the future, don't blame me for being rude."

Leaving a cold voice, Lin Feng raised his feet and went in the direction of the castle.

The crowd's eyes slightly coagulated, and some of them suddenly thought of the black devil. That day, the black devil went to blame Lin Feng, but met with the question Ao Xue, unable to attack Lin Feng.

However, to many people's surprise, Lin Feng was not ashamed to say that even if he did not ask Ao Xue, the black devil could do nothing about him. Before, the crowd thought that this was Lin Feng's exaggeration. However, no one doubted Lin Feng's words any more. If the black devil really wanted to find Lin Feng's trouble, he would never suffer It will be Lin Feng.

The crowd thought of the battle between Lin Feng and the black devils. They were more and more looking forward to Lin Feng's performance today.

Although the brilliance of today's dream is too dazzling, the name of Lin Feng is also firmly remembered by the crowd.

The strength of the black devil, the potential of Lin Feng; the background of the black devil, the powerful dream; what kind of sparks will be collided between them.

Lin Feng naturally doesn't know what people are thinking. Walking on the road to the castle, Lin Feng is going to go to the training tower. However, at this time, a sound wafts into his ears, which makes Lin Feng's feet stop slightly.

"Piano!" Lin Feng looks slightly coagulated, this floating sound in the ear, impressively is the Qin sound.

"Is it him?"

Lin Feng recalled that when he entered Tianyi college that day, he accepted the test of the galaxy. There was a teacher who played piano music, which made Lin Feng admire him very much. When he asked the other party to re test him, the other party, as a teacher of the college, did not have a bit of arrogant mood. He agreed to him frankly and was broad-minded.

At this time, the music floating in his ears was very similar to the tune played by the teacher that day, so Lin Feng thought of each other for the first time.

"What's the matter?"

See Lin Feng stop, dream feeling showed a trace of doubt look, to Lin Feng asked.

"Dream, listen." Lin Feng said in a low voice, but saw the dream eyebrows slightly wrinkled, showing a trace of doubt: "listen to what?"

"Piano sound." Fenglin Road.

"Piano sound?" The dream feeling vision slightly flickers, shook his head way: "I did not hear."

"Well?" Lin Feng eyes slightly solidified, did not hear? With Lin Feng's current strength, it is impossible to have illusions. There must be music floating in the ear, which is absolutely right.

And the strength of dream feeling is much stronger than Lin Feng. She can't hear wrong, absolutely there is no piano sound.

The only explanation is that the piano was deliberately played for Lin Feng. Only Lin Feng could hear it.

"Mengqing, you go back first, I'll go out for a moment."

Lin Feng wants to understand, then said to the dream feeling, but see the dream feeling did not have any hesitation to shake his head, way: "I go with you."

Under the words of Feng Lin, I nodded at random

Say, the footstep of Lin Feng steps out, follow this continuously waft into the ear of Qin sound, walk slowly.

After some time, the music gradually became clear, melodious and elaborate.At this time, Lin Feng came to an elegant courtyard with pavilions and attics, small bridges, flowing water and ancient trees.

Along the path in the middle of the ancient wood, Lin Feng can see the beautiful scenery outside the world.

In front of us is a peach forest. The pink peach blossoms are flying in the air, moving with the wind, and the delicate fragrance is constantly floating into the nose, making people intoxicated.

"It's a beautiful place. I didn't expect such a view in Tianyi college." Lin Feng sighed. In his impression, Tianyi college is ancient and majestic. But here, it is totally different from the outside.

If we say that the buildings outside are magnificent and people have the desire to become stronger and stronger, then the scenery here makes people want to sit on the ground, stroll in the peach blossom forest, watch the flowers bloom and fall, and taste the long stream.

"Beautiful." Lin Feng's dream behind her can't help but exclaim, and there is a strange brilliance in her beautiful eyes.

Walking in the peach blossom forest, after some time, an elegant ancient pavilion appeared in the sight of Lin Feng and Meng Qing. Inside the pavilion, there is a stone table and chair.

There, there is a figure sitting there, hands like water, waving the strings on the Guqin. Even if Lin Feng and Meng Qing come to him, he is still so focused. It seems that when he plays, everything in the world has nothing to do with him. Only Qin is his world.

This man was the teacher who tested the galaxy crowd on admission that day.

Lin Feng looked at the same dream feeling, only saw the dream feeling slightly shaking his head, let Lin Feng's eyes coagulate.

He naturally understood the meaning of the dream. Even when she was around, she still couldn't hear the music, which undoubtedly proved that Lin Feng thought that the music was deliberately played for him.

"Good control of terror."

Lin Feng was amazed that he was able to make the music drift so far into his ears and lead it to him without letting the sound leak. This ability is absolutely terrifying.

"Martial arts, martial arts, also for the cultivation of the mind, mood, martial arts, martial arts, the realm of ascension, it is natural."

An ethereal sound came from the teacher's mouth and floated into Lin Feng's and dream's ears. Lin Feng's expression was slightly coagulated, and a trace of doubt appeared in his eyes.

Practice martial arts, cultivate the mind, and achieve martial arts!

"The benevolent and the benevolent have the heart of cultivating benevolence and kindness; the murderer is the one who cultivates the spirit of killing. These two kinds of extreme people have the highest talent and the fastest speed of martial arts promotion. However, the benevolent can never do without killing the cutting. Who can say that there is no good will in their hearts. Everything is due to the state of mind."

"You have too much intention to kill now, but your original intention is not the one to kill. Even if killing and cutting can make your strength improve quickly in a short period of time, you can't be in a mood because you don't keep your original intention. This will hinder your future strength improvement."

One after another of the voices constantly into Lin Feng's ears, and that quiet music mixed together, so that Lin Feng calm, as if the world suddenly become a lot of quiet.

The intention of killing is too heavy, but it is not my original intention. That is to say, my behavior, contrary to my original intention, will hinder my achievement.

Lin Feng understood the meaning of the other side, and his eyes were full of reflection.

"You need to be quiet."

Another voice into the ear, let Lin Feng's heart, also with a tremor.