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"This dust boy is really a man with great opportunities, even when he just left the trial tower, he was favored by heaven!"

The night emperor was fascinated. Although he did not answer the dean's question directly, his answer was not much different from the positive answer. He quietly looked at Feng Chen who was drunk in the baptism of the dragon vein. Said.

The baptism of dragon veins is not something everyone can enjoy, unless you can be favored by heaven, but cruel facts are in front of us. Today's society is very realistic and unfair. Why would heaven care for so many people?

"Yeah, except for the talent of this boy, I didn't expect this boy's chance to be just as amazing! This is so abnormal!" The dean sighed after hearing the words.

Throughout the course of cultivation, especially to the point where it is important, they are very aware that although talent is important, chance is more important than talent. It is not bad to say that once cultivation reaches the point where it is halted, then chance The importance of sci-fi is revealed, and the importance of chance is far more important than talent.

"According to legend, when the imperial emperors of the Six Great Immortal Realms broke through to the imperial emperor, they also felt the resonance of the mountains and rivers. All the rivers and rivers brought down the baptism of the dragon vein for a full quarter of an hour. How long can it last? "

As the fairy emperor, Yefeng knows more than ordinary people must know.

The longer the baptism of dragon veins, the more benefits it will receive.

Faced with the words of the night emperor, the dean did not answer, and did not know how to answer. Of course, he hoped that Feng Chen could continue forever, but if it really continued like this, would n’t he just hit the six immortal realms? Are the emperors' faces?

"Oh!"

Suddenly, the night emperor raised his hands and arranged for the next ban.

"Zhang Hu, Xu Hua, you listen well, everything that happened here today must not be leaked out. If you let me know what happened here today, don't blame the emperor for not remembering the old feelings!"

The night emperor looked at a few people and threatened, the thick threat on his face was beyond words.

"Yes, sir!" Zhang Hu took the lead to speak, and at the same time took the lead to swear blood.

Zhang Hu is also very clear that Feng Chen ’s talents are here, and at the same time it is clear that the intention of the night emperor to do so is personally understandable. If Feng Chen grows up, you are definitely better than the night emperor. Exist, this kind of person, do they go back and offend?

In other words, for such people, it is too late for them to sacrifice, how can they provoke each other.

What's more, the fat and water do not flow outsiders' fields.

Feng Chen is his own brother, how can he do these betrayal things.

Xu Hua and their five teams also vowed blood one by one. At this moment, Feng Chen has set a deep mark on the hearts of their five teams.

Time was dying so quickly, and it was a quarter of an hour.

Feng Chen, who was immersed in the baptism of the dragon veins, still closed his eyes tightly, with a very enjoyable look on his face.

However, the night emperor and the dean could not sit still, because the time of the baptism of Fengchen Longmai had passed a quarter of an hour, and the time of the baptism of the dragon vein completely exceeded the time of the six emperors of Xianyu.

After innumerable dragon veins enter the dust body, they temper the body and limbs of Jean.

"Lao Du, how long has it passed now?" The sky slowly darkened, and the Emperor looked at and continued to immerse himself in the dragon veins, sealed his eyes, opened his mouth and asked.

"Estimated ... three hours have passed!" The dean heard, and some Mu Ne replied.

At three hours, the night emperor was stunned when he heard this number. What a terrible number.

Immediately after, the hour was lost again, Feng Chen slowly opened his eyes, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, but soon returned to normal.

When Feng Chen opened his eyes, his face showed a touch of joy. Actually, he felt that his realm was loose, which means that he was not far from Jinxian's later period.

"Well? It's only been a few hours. The boy's cultivation seems to have improved a lot!" The night emperor looked at Feng Chen, but there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

...

"When are you going to go to Qingtingxuan to settle accounts?" In the courtyard, beside the lake, two men with calm faces faced each other.

These two people are Feng Chen and Ruchuan. In the past three years, the practice speed of Ruchuan has been rapid. In just three years, Ruchuan has broken through from the middle of the earth fairy to the peak of the early days of the fairy, and half-footed In the middle of Tianxian, this speed is also a genius, but compared to Feng Chen, this is not enough.

"Qing Tingxuan, this morning and evening party report! But obviously with our current strength, I can't use all my strength to defeat the early monks of Xianjun, but it can't hold up too many people. Before we have no absolute certainty, let's not risk , But I'm pretty sure that after one year, the time for Qingtingxuan to die! "

Feng Chen's murderous energy emanated, his eyes were extremely cold.

Wang Xiaochuan's enemies of his brother and sister did not forget, nor did he forget how Qing Tingxuan killed them.

"You mean, after the Dragon and Phoenix list?" Wan Chuan frowned slightly, Shen said.

After three years of precipitation, the character of Wanchuan has also changed a lot and has become less impatient as before.

"Yes!" Feng Chen nodded and replied.

"Okay! I see. I'll wait for your triumphant return, don't make any fart!" Wan Chuan raised his wine glass before Feng Chen and sipped.

Feng Chen smiled and didn't say much. Sometimes, between him and Wanchuan, there was a look and a word, and he could understand the convenience.

One day three days later, Feng Chen set off with a recommendation letter from the night emperor and marched towards the North Hanxianyu.

He played for Fengyue City, but also fought for himself.

"The obituary is obedient, and Feng Yuecheng's agent returns information, and the dust wind is falling!" Qing Yueshan Hall, the oldest boss sitting in the first place, at this time a rushed man came to report to him.

"What? The news is accurate?" Ye Boss stood up and looked up, with a look of self-importance.

"The news is very reliable when it comes to being the master! Just this morning, our spies saw the dust wind coming out of Fengyue City. If we arrange for someone to catch up at this time, we can catch up in three hours. Our The spy is now closely behind him. "

"Good! Okay, so, take a few people to bring this boy back to me. If this boy dares to resist, kill him in person, and bring the person first level back!"