The protagonist's halo is unstoppable [Transmigration Book]

Sometimes people are just that weird.What you think is worth a thousand dollars may be worthless in the eyes of others.And the things that others hold tightly in their arms may be trivial things that are not worth mentioning in their own eyes.

Mo Yuyan and Fengzhi are like this.In Mo Yuyan's eyes, if his cultivation level falls to the bottom, he will definitely seek death and life, and be devastated.For Feng Zhi, cultivation is something that is readily available.Only breaking away from the way of heaven and gaining freedom is the treasure Feng Zhi wants most.

In front of Tiandao, Fengzhi is like a dog with its neck tied.No matter how powerful Feng Zhi is, he dare not ask for anything.He is afraid, and what he likes is the opportunity that belongs to the protagonist.He is most afraid of going against the protagonist, and being crushed into dust by the protagonist like other stumbling blocks.What is the difference between such a day and trapping a hungry man in a glass cover, looking at the exquisite delicacies outside the glass, but only eating the cold steamed buns that the protagonist despises and throws away?

I thought that after 800 years, I would be free.But he didn't expect the protagonist to come back from the fairyland again.Back then, Sun Monkey was only kept under the mountain for 500 years.The remaining 300 years are enough for Sun Houzi to take Tang Sanzang to travel around the world several times.

Sun Houzi finally got over his head. He had only been cool for three months, and the collar on his neck came back again.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, Feng Zhi didn't want to be alone with the protagonist anymore, so he went to Jianxiao Town again.Mo Yuyan couldn't understand Fengzhi's mood swings.Apart from being more understanding and considerate, he couldn't think of any other way to comfort Feng Zhi.After all, comprehension is like eating, there is no way to become fat with one bite.No matter how talented Feng Zhi is, it will take five or six hundred years to return to the peak of the cultivation world.

In order to avoid the bad luck that Miss Liu had before, this time, Feng Zhi walked to the camp outside Jianxiao Town.

It's not a festival, and there's nothing going on in the town.But it happened that Xuanjianmen was recruiting new disciples, and there were many people outside the town who couldn't find an inn like Feng Zhi, so they could only set up a small temporary tent for camping near the town.

Jianxiao Town is a subsidiary town of Xuanjianmen, and the nearby wilderness is relatively safe.At least it is much better than the Xuanjian Gate which is full of snakes, insects, rats and ants.That's why they all come here to camp.

Most of the people who sleep in the open have low cultivation bases, only at the level of Qi training or foundation building.Except for a sporadic one or two who have reached the Golden Core cultivation base, the others have no self-protection ability.For this reason, the mayor of Jianxiao Town specially paid for a patrol task, and asked the disciples of Xuanjianmen to take over the task and form a patrol team.One is to protect the safety of the applicants, and the other is to prevent disputes among these campers.

Probably arranged by the mayor, several small bonfires were set up in the camping area.Campfires lit up the camping area brightly.Itinerant hawkers are selling food and daily necessities near the campers.Before cultivating to build a foundation, cultivators are no different from ordinary people, they need to eat, drink and sleep.

After all, there is a gap between the rich and the poor. Some poor cultivators can't even afford a storage bag, so it is impossible to be too well prepared.At this time, it is cheaper for those mobile hawkers to make a little money.

There were no activities in the town, but a temporary sword fighting arena was set up in the center of the camping area.The hot-blooded cultivators competed swords in the open space in the middle of the small bonfire.

Although this kind of fight with you and me is nothing to watch, but the long night is getting too boring, Feng Zhi still joins in the fun.Mo Yuyan has no objection, as long as Feng Zhi is happy.

Feng Zhi has watched too many fights between powerful people, and when he comes back to watch this kind of novice-level cultivator's battle, it is almost like watching two people playing house, slow and stupid, swinging a sword is like using a hatchet.As a sword cultivator who has already realized the meaning of the sword, Feng Zhi can see more things. Watching this group of beginner sword cultivators compete with swords, I just feel that it is full of flaws.Take it all as a joke.

The seat where Feng Zhi was sitting was relatively empty, probably because of a person here.

The boy looked about thirteen or fourteen years old, thin and weak, with many wounds on his body.He was wearing a washed-white dress with some damage on it.Probably because of the cold, he sat closer to the campfire, but still hugged his body and curled up into a ball.Among sword cultivators, there are really not many people who are so weak.

That young man was very unpopular.Not only did the others sit far away from him, but even a few rich kids who seemed to know each other threw stones at the poor boy as soon as they got excited.After throwing the stone, he also said a few words of sarcasm. It sounded like the poor boy had done something heinous, and they were doing justice for the heavens.

Sure enough, there are many things around the protagonist.It's just passed the drama where the lady of the big family makes things difficult for the male protagonist and secretly flirts with him, and now it's time to stage the bloody story of bullying the good and fearing the noble son, and the male protagonist defying the power to save the young man.

This kind of classic plot, Fengzhi has encountered dozens if not hundreds of them in a year.Feng Zhi, who had long passed the period of fighting against injustice in the second year of middle school, didn't even bother to listen to a sentence.As long as the group of rich kids didn't throw stones at him by mistake, he, like other cultivators, would pretend he didn't see it.

Within a few seconds, Feng Zhi heard the group of rich kids shouting in excitement and fear: "Look! He's a demon cultivator! He's going to be demonized!"

magic repair? More than 800 years ago, Moxiu was beaten to pieces by this group of cultivators and returned to Moxiu's hometown.How can there be magic cultivators in the realm of comprehension?With a look of disbelief, Feng Zhi looked in the direction pointed by the rich boy next to him.

I saw the young man sitting by the campfire with dark patterns appearing on his face.There was even black smoke floating around the pattern.The young man was shrouded in black, looking very terrifying.Coupled with the ferocious expression on the young man's face after being irritated, it made people feel like a demon cultivator at first glance.

But Moxiu doesn't look at the surface.Feng Zhi can feel whether there is the breath of magic cultivator or not.

If he is still the elder of Xuanjianmen, Feng Zhi should handle this matter.But now Feng Zhi has changed his face, changed his identity, and has just encountered bad things not long ago, so he is completely lazy to deal with such troublesome things.

Anyway, here is under Xuanjianmen Mountain, outside Jianxiao Town, there will be no one to take care of things.Feng Zhi stared at the group of little fur kids with a face full of drama, and almost took out some melon seeds from the storage bag to eat and watch.