The Rise of Phoenixes

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"Shut up!" With a cold drink, the village owner finally couldn't bear it anymore. The teenagers who had concentrated on martial arts had never seen such a boring captive. They had forgotten the rules and turned their heads to look over. A glance, hurry back and practice again.

The owner of the village looked down at Feng Zhiwei and was annoyed. Today he had just heard that a group of officers and soldiers would pass by and robbed him. He did not want the officers and soldiers to rob as well as usual, but the people who came to rescue after the officers and soldiers were somewhat unexpected. , It’s easy to get a big head who will ride alone, thinking that he can catch one if he doesn’t want to. He doesn’t seem to be wrong. He intuitively feels a little uneasy. He is afraid that the golden weapon will not be picked up. The foundation that was finally laid down was compensated.

He was troubled on the other side, and Feng Zhiwei there was also thinking. The number of martial arts practiced by this group of people really seemed like the style of the Tiansheng army, but there were some differences. Could it be...

She was sandwiched by the owner of the village all the way into the village, along the way countless people greeted the village owner, but the person nodded casually, it seemed very prestigious.

When the man entered the village, he tossed Feng Zhiwei and threw it to a man who came over and said, "Take care of the prisoners before, and watch closely!" After thinking for a while, I said, "The rice is full!"

He left after he had tossed the person. The next thing was replaced by his subordinates. He had never bothered to take it. He walked and took a betel nut to chew casually. After a few steps, he suddenly felt something was wrong, and the expressions on all sides were very It’s weird, and he chews betel nuts when he has something to worry about. It seems that there is nothing weird. He is immediately alert and is about to turn around to look at the hostage. Suddenly he finds a man walking leisurely beside him, asking seriously: Is this betel nut? For the first time, I heard that betel nut chews too much and the teeth will turn black. How do you keep your white teeth? Can you teach me?"

The owner of the village looked at the man and suddenly tossed the betel nut in his hand. The betel nut drew a brown arc in the air. I didn't know where it fell. At the same time, the people who were stunned on all sides also moved. They drew their swords one after another, and surrounded Feng Zhiwei who was speaking with flashing figures.

Feng Zhiwei looked around and smiled, "How do you treat guests from afar?"

The master of the village turned back, and Feng Zhiwei only saw him now. He was actually a teenager. At the age of seventeen or eighteen, Qingjun's face was a little bit green, and his eyebrows were very beautiful, like a calligraphy master. Pen, Yixing flying.

It's hard to imagine that such a young person can build such a large and magnificent village, and lead this group of sturdy people to rob the army and listen to his voice. Previously, he issued an instruction on the cliff to command Qiu Tong to flee. It was him, Feng Zhiwei looked at the young villager's eyes, and had brought some appreciation.

She appreciates it, but others don’t buy it. This boy is obviously the kind of genius wizard who is respected, so his personality is proud of the dust-free type. He looked at Feng Zhiwei coldly and said: "There are two sons, but I tell you, my Tianfengzhai has always come and gone."

"Tianfengzhai?" Feng Zhiwei chanted this somewhat feminine name, and there was a different light floating in his eyes. He smiled and said, "As long as I come, I will succeed, as long as I can't go... and look at it."

The young owner was snorting and was about to speak, and suddenly reacted, "Are you deliberately being captured by me?"

"Ruzi can be taught too." Feng Zhiwei nodded with satisfaction, lifted his foot and walked to the front hall. "Come, let's take a look at Tianfeng Village."

She was just staring at the encircling circle and walking to others with her own words. Her attitude was like that her boss came to inspect the territories of her subordinates. The young village master stared, and was stunned by such a chic and domineering "hostage". Leng Yizhuo only reacted, Tie Qing's face, cold drink, "Stop!" Flashing his forearm, he flashed to Feng Zhiwei's shoulder like lightning!

He took a slap in the wind when he grabbed it, and it was obvious that he was really angry, but Feng Zhiwei didn't even turn his head back, stepped shoulders, his right hand crossed a semicircle in the air, and "snapped" with the opponent's eagle. Claws collided together, and Feng Zhiwei shook his shoulders after the muffled sound, but the teenager stepped back and took a step back. After standing back, he stood dead, his face flushed, and then faded away, changing to green gas.

He stared at Feng Zhiwei's back without looking back. His face was ugly. Everyone looked at each other. He didn't understand what happened to the invincible Zhaizhu today. Also, why not continue?

Feng Zhiwei has turned his head and looked at the other person, and said softly: "It is good for young people to be sharp, but don't be too brave to use your spirits. Look at you, you should take three steps back. , Is this an internal injury?"

She was only eighteen or nineteen years old, and she was too old-fashioned to teach people. The young man was so angry that he opened his mouth to refute. One mouth, Feng Zhiwei suddenly flicked his fingers, and a flash of black light flashed into his mouth. The young man was caught off guard. It’s too late to shut up. I just feel bitter in my mouth. The pill has dropped into the throat and dissolves instantly. He was shocked and was about to induce vomiting. Suddenly he felt a breath of heat and a heat flow rose in his body. Through the eight veins, where the heat flows, Qiang just refused to retreat, which caused the internal interest to flow back, but the internal organs that disgusted and vomited were already much more comfortable.

He was stunned. Only then did he know that the other party had given a very good wound medicine, which not only cured the internal injury just now, but also improved his internal strength. It is supposed to be thankful, but looking at this embarrassing opposition, but He didn't really know what to say. He used to be a clever machine, but now he is tossing and rubbing a young man of the same age to stay there, not knowing what medicine is sold in the other's gourd.

Feng Zhiwei has turned around freely, looking at the people around him and laughing, "The foundation of your martial arts is very solid, but there is a lack of change and no rules. Although it is now enough to protect yourself, if you come to a first-class Master, I am afraid that it will be easily wiped out by the whole army."

He also pointed to the group of teenagers who practiced martial arts outside and said, "Why do those teenagers have different skills? Why should they practice martial arts together? Some people are already well-fledged, while others are still unable to keep up. , Why not teach students according to their aptitude and learn art in groups?"