Peerless God of War

In the dormitory area of Shengwu college, the ancient wind returns to its own residence. Because of the previous events, although there were still people peeping around in the dark, those people also knew the strength of the ancient style, so they didn't dare to make the idea of the hall again. Most of those who peep in the dark are admirers of an Miaoyi, but they won't do anything special.

Walking into the hall, the ancient wind was surprised that there was no one in it.

The ancient style is also happy and comfortable. When you go back to your room, you just lie down and have a rest. The old wind slept for a long time and didn't wake up from his sleep until night.

He rubbed his bleary eyes, and the life and death in his body worked to drive away the fatigue, and the whole person became energetic in an instant.

"Ah, Gufeng, you're back." when Gufeng came out of the door, a slightly surprised voice came. The ancient wind looked back, and it was Beichen feather.

Looking at Beichen feather, the ancient wind was stunned. The former Beichen feather gives people a feeling of softness and weakness, which makes people involuntarily raise a desire for protection. Especially a pair of eyes, full of sadness. Perhaps because of the family changes and the successive history of her relatives, she also looked a little haggard.

Now the Beichen feather can definitely be said to be radiant. Its white jade like cheeks and bright eyes seem to emit a weak light under the irradiation of the night pearl. Even the ancient wind was stunned for a while.

"Ancient wind..." Beichen feather found that the ancient wind was a little stunned, so he couldn't help calling.

"Cough" is an ancient style. He coughed twice and regained his consciousness. However, with the thickness of his face, he will not blush. Looking at Beichen feather feather, he said, "it seems that you have a good life in Shengwu college these days."

"Well, although several people came to trouble during the period, they were all solved by sister an." Beichen feather nodded and said with a smile.

"Sister an?" Gu Feng muttered, looking at Beichen feather strangely. He remembered that when an Miaoyi wanted to live in, she was very opposed. Even after an Miaoyi came in, he kept a straight face. It was only a few days before they became sisters.

Although the ancient wind whispered softly, it was still heard. A slow hum came, and then an Miaoyi in a fire red dress came over. A black girdle was tied around his waist to show his perfect waist, and connected with the pair of eye-catching milk in front of his chest, not to mention how tempting it is.

An Miaoyi went to Beichen feather's side, hugged her fragrant shoulder and looked at the ancient wind provocatively: "can't we? We are two good sisters. Be careful that we clean you up."

"Cut, I don't care about you." Gu Feng glanced at an Miao Yi, then turned around and walked back to his room. For creatures like women, ancient customs are a little confusing.

Watching him leave so crisp, anmiao stamped her feet angrily, and even doubted her charm. Otherwise, no one in this world will ignore their own existence.

In fact, it's not that Gu Feng ignores her, but that Gu Feng's heart is occupied by huoling'er and can't accommodate others at all. Even if she is a thousand times more beautiful, Huoling is still the only one in the heart of the ancient wind.

Back in the room, the ancient wind directly crossed his knees to practice the life and death power in the body. These days, in the falling Dragon Cave, he absorbed a lot of spirit beads. Although he had such magical skills as life and death seizing the sky, he absorbed so much energy that the ancient wind did not completely refine it. Now he is going to refine it.

With the slow operation of life and death seizing heaven skill in Gu Feng's body, a trace of life and death Qi is also used from his Dantian. With the flow of spiritual power in his body, the whole body on the right. Gradually, his whole body radiated a brilliant light, and his whole body seemed to become transparent. The meridians in his body were visible to the naked eye, and he could see the black-and-white life and death Qi, as well as the milky white spiritual power flowing in his body.

His whole body was blooming with light visible to the naked eye. Under that light, it seemed that there was a mysterious energy pouring into his body.

Mysterious and unpredictable, it is full of the smell of a great road.

The mysterious breath came, and the spiritual power in his body seemed to be drawn, surging like waves. There was a faint sound of dragons singing and tigers roaring in his body, followed by a strong blood gas emanating from him, exuding a strong pressure, and instantly filled the whole room.

Then, the prestige spread, and in an instant, it shrouded the hall where they were.

In the dark night, between the quiet paths, there are several shadows hiding there. These people hide here and keep their breath. If they don't take the initiative to send out the Qi machine, I'm afraid it's hard for martial practitioners who have just entered the soul forging realm to detect their existence. It can be seen how powerful the hiding means of these people are.

"Black deacon, do you think the young man who went in today is the one we are looking for?" a middle-aged man wrapped in black robes said softly, looking at the old man in front of him.

"I don't know. The people who saw the boy in the sect are dead, and we haven't even seen his portrait. Now we can only wait for the people of the white family to come and let them see if it's the little beast." the old man in black robe, who is called the black deacon, said with an inexplicable light in his eyes, glanced around, and his voice was a little hoarse.

Behind him, a young man snorted. His eyes were full of disdain. He disdained and said, "the White House is a group of waste. He was disturbed by a hairy boy. Finally, he was driven out of the burning city like a lost dog. I don't know why the patriarch still values them so much and gave them so many miracles and martial arts classics."

"The Lord has his own consideration, which is not what you and I can talk about. If this word gets out, be careful of your life." the black deacon's voice was cold and stared at the young man.

The young man's body trembled. Although he no longer lived in the door, he still knew the patriarch quite well. The city government is very deep, cruel and ruthless. Anyone who offends him will be killed by him. So far, several elders have died in his hands.

"Boom."

The young man still wanted to speak, and a terrible threat came, which changed their faces in an instant.