Forced Vest [Rebirth]

After the coercion of Pixiu was aroused, the blood power of Kunlun Jun's body was also aroused.

Lord Kunlun shook his head and refined the demon power. Soon after, his pupils returned to normal and the golden scales on his cheeks disappeared.

"It's really troublesome."

Lord Kunlun returned to the Immortal Mansion, checked his physical condition, and said with a frown.

He doesn't like to enter this avatar, one of the reasons is that the Pixiu blood is too easily stimulated, he is really afraid that someone with a heart will find out.

The last thing he refined was the avatar of Mr. Kunlun. Originally, there were only scattered scales and claws, and the blood of Pixiu could not be stimulated at all. One or two improvements were made when refining the avatar, and in the end, this avatar became the purest one with the blood of the divine beast.

In the end, he cheated himself.

Sensing that the blood started to boil under the influence of the demon power, even if he suppressed it with all his strength, he could not completely calm down, so Mr. Kunlun pinched his fingers and deduced it.

"Fortunately, Zhiyuan has already made a breakthrough. The last competition tomorrow will be between me and him, so it may be considered over."

Just like what Mr. Kunlun deduced, on the tenth day of the martial art competition, Feng Zhiyuan finally escaped from the ten-direction Zhoutian mirror.

The white jade mirror placed on the table flashed, and Feng Zhiyuan flew out of the mirror.

After Feng Zhiyuan got out of trouble, he was a little dazed at first, but when he saw Jun Kunlun who was sitting beside him polishing the gem, a trace of imperceptible scarlet blood flashed in his eyes.

"Brother Kunlun, long time no see."

Feng Zhiyuan's voice was hoarse, and he didn't speak for a long time, carrying a different kind of coldness.

Mr. Kunlun embedded the polished gem on the screen, and raised his eyes to look at Feng Zhiyuan.

"Junior Brother Zhiyuan, as far as I'm concerned, we haven't seen each other for just four days, but you got out of trouble two hours earlier than I expected, congratulations."

He raised his hand and rested his chin, and looked Feng Zhiyuan up and down, seeing that the black clothes on Feng Zhiyuan's body were severely damaged, and there were dark blood stains on the clothes after the blood had coagulated, Kunlun Jun's eyes froze.

It can be seen that most of the dried blood stains ooze from the inside out, it is Feng Zhiyuan's own blood.

When Mr. Kunlun threw Feng Zhiyuan to Shifang Zhou Tianjing to practice, he thought that Feng Zhiyuan would be injured. After all, the strongest sword cultivator had to forge himself into an invincible sharp blade. When you hurt others, you hurt yourself first. This is the sword. The ultimate path of cultivating and becoming stronger, when he ascended the position of Demon Lord, what he experienced was thousands of times crueler than Feng Zhiyuan's experience now.

However, it is one thing to understand. When he saw his apprentice injured in such a miserable state, Mr. Kunlun suddenly felt mixed feelings.

"How do you feel, Junior Brother?"

Mr. Kunlun got up, approached Feng Zhiyuan, raised his hand to wipe away the trace of blood stained at the end of his eyes, and said with a smile, only the smile didn't reach his eyes, and there was a hidden anger.

Feng Zhiyuan had a strong smell of blood on his body, he didn't dodge or dodge Kunlun Jun's approach, but when Kunlun Jun retracted his blood-stained hand, he raised his hand and held Kunlun Jun's hand.

"Thank you for your teaching, brother, I have learned a lot."

Feng Zhiyuan's expression became more and more cold, even if he was sincerely thanking him, there was a deep sense of oppression, coupled with the strong smell of blood at the end of his nose, it made Mr. Kunlun tremble slightly.

He was actually aroused by his apprentice to fight.

"Then, junior brother, can you tell me what you have learned?"

Mr. Kunlun looked down at the young man with a serious expression, his brows and eyes were frowned, and he said with a smile that was not a smile.

As he spoke, he raised his other hand, and broke Feng Zhiyuan's fingers that were tightly bound like pliers.

After several years of fierce fighting, Feng Zhiyuan's nerves were always tense, and it was only instinct to restrain Mr. Kunlun. He woke up with a start when his cold and stiff fingers were touched by warm palms, and hurriedly let go.

"Senior brother, I was the one to be rude. In the Shifang Zhoutian Mirror, I fought against all the senior brothers created from the illusion. Brother Kunlun is the strongest, and he is the opponent I have fought the most. Therefore, leaving the Shifang Zhoutian Mirror is a bit overreacted."

Jun Kunlun looked at Feng Zhiyuan's retracted hand that was hanging by his side, and felt a slight spasm in the other's fingers, and couldn't help frowning.

"You mean, you have been fighting against the opponent transformed from Shifang Zhoutianjing for several years without any modification?"

Mr. Kunlun's voice turned cold.

Feng Zhiyuan was taken aback when he heard the words, not knowing why Lord Kunlun was so displeased.

"Well, I want to seize the time to improve my strength."

Jianxiu said honestly.

"That's why you were injured because of this? Even, as a swordsman, your hands are spasming uncontrollably like those mortal swordsmen who keep practicing their swords?"

Mr. Kunlun frowned, he raised his hand to hold the trembling hand of his apprentice, and sternly reprimanded him.

"It is important to improve your strength, but you need to disregard your own safety and health to achieve this level? Is this what your master taught you?"

Feng Zhiyuan shuddered when he heard the words, he looked at the stern-faced Kunlun Jun, and felt timid for some reason: "No, my master is the most gentle master in the world, so naturally he wouldn't teach me to be like this."

"Ah."

Jun Kunlun let out a cold snort, and squeezed Feng Zhiyuan's fingers.

He still remembered Feng Zhiyuan's hands that were as perfect as carved white jade when he was holding a sword in his youth, they were a pair of hands born to hold a sword.

As time went by, these hands became more slender and more powerful, but he never expected that one day, because of holding the sword for a long time, his fingers would curl up, scars were all over the fingertips, and the tiger's mouth was covered with a sword hilt. Grinding deep bloodstains.

He couldn't imagine how Feng Zhiyuan had cultivated in the Shifang Zhoutian Mirror to become like this.

"I really regret that I put you in the Shifang Zhoutian Mirror."

Mr. Kunlun's face was gloomy, and his voice was so cold that it was about to drip water.

His disciple did not love himself so much.

"I want to be your opponent, but I'm disappointed that you've exhausted yourself so much. I doubt it, are you really qualified to be my opponent?"

Jun Kunlun let go of Feng Zhiyuan's hand, and said sternly.

Feng Zhiyuan trembled when he heard the words, he looked at the Kunlun Bureau's disappointed expression, those gray eyes reminded him of his master.

If the master knows that he is like this, he must be like this!

However, he will never let Master know that he has done these things.

As long as he can win the big competition and win the prize of the leader of this big competition, everything will be worth it.

Feng Zhiyuan looked up at Lord Kunlun with a solemn expression: "Feng Mouzhi is the leader of this martial arts competition. If there is no senior brother, I would not have made such progress. Thank you senior brother for your guidance. After I finish challenging the other senior brothers, I will be the leader of the competition." When I have a showdown with Senior Brother Kunlun."

As he said that, something flashed in Feng Zhiyuan's eyes.

Jun Kunlun frowned—did he see it wrong just now, it seemed that there was a red light flashing in Feng Zhiyuan's eyes?

He blinked, and without saying anything else, Feng Zhiyuan had already saluted, turned and left.

"This bastard."

Mr. Kunlun had no choice but to let another body and body do the work.

Not long after Feng Zhiyuan left Kunlun Monarch Immortal Mansion, he saw Buddha Xiu walking slowly.

Ming Tan saw Feng Zhiyuan, and nodded to Feng Zhiyuan: "Junior Brother Zhiyuan, I haven't seen you for a long time, you seem to be a bit unwell."

"Brother Mingtan."

When Feng Zhiyuan saw Ming Tan, he paused, looked down at his clothes stained with dried blood, and smiled wryly: "Senior brother, can you not tell my master about my situation today?"

With a smile on Ming Tan's face, he sighed secretly in his heart.

"Naturally. But, if you want the little monk to hide it for you, you have to listen to me, junior brother."

Ming Tan smiled gently, with natural compassion: "Junior Brother needs to rest and heal his wounds, and change his clothes, what do you think of Junior Brother Feng?"

Ming Tan had taught Feng Zhiyuan, and with the inexplicable similarities between him and Qu Yunzhen, Feng Zhiyuan had always respected Ming Tan, so he pursed his lips and nodded, "Thank you, brother."

Ming Tan lowered his eyes to look at Feng Zhiyuan's trembling fingers, and recited the Buddha's name: "If my junior brother allows me, I will treat you, I know a little bit of medical skills."

It was the first time Feng Zhiyuan heard Ming Tan recite the Buddha's name, and he subtly noticed that when Ming Tan recited Sanskrit, there was a special rhythm, which was exactly the same as his master's intonation when reciting Sanskrit.

Feng Zhiyuan lowered his eyes, could it be that senior brother Mingtan and Master practiced together, and even some small habits became the same?

He had doubts in his heart, but after the last encounter, he only felt that his own confusion caused him to be suspicious, so he dismissed all distracting thoughts and said to Ming Tan: "Then, I need to trouble Senior Brother."

When the two returned to Mingtan Immortal Mansion, Feng Zhiyuan took off his outer robe, revealing his scarred body.

Feng Zhiyuan's complexion is extremely white, like the finest mutton jade, at this moment the scars are densely covered, as if the jade was smashed, with a cruel beauty.

Brightness froze for a while, and my heart became more and more unhappy.

There was a wound on Feng Zhiyuan's shoulder blade with bone deep visible, Ming Tan saw it, and his brows frowned: "Why do you not love yourself so much, Junior Brother!"

He condensed spiritual power with his fingers, crushed the pill, and pressed Feng Zhiyuan's wound with spiritual power, the most serious wound gradually healed, warm spiritual energy flowed in his body, and Feng Zhiyuan's muscles trembled.

"Why, the wound hurts?"

Ming Tan's movements became softer and gentler.

Feng Zhiyuan pursed his lips: "No, it's just that senior brother Mingtan always reminds me of my master."

Ming Tan paused slightly with his fingers: "Oh?"

Is his apprentice too sharp?Could it be that he is showing his feet again?

Feng Zhiyuan did have doubts, but after realizing that this was an illusion caused by his unbearable thoughts towards his master, he clearly distinguished Ming Tan from his master. With this appearance, facing Ming Tan, he can be frank.

His master is the most different from him.

Feng Zhiyuan spurned his own doubts many days ago, and said in his heart: "Senior brother Mingtan treats me very kindly, and so does my master, and some habits of my senior brother are very similar to my master's, so when I see my senior brother, I always I will think of my master. Brother Mingtan, I'm sorry."

Ming Tan laughed when he heard the words: "So it's because of this, it's not a big deal. I often teach my juniors in Lingshan. If Junior Brother Feng feels that I treat you like your master treats you, it is normal. In this world, teaching mentors and disciples It's about the same."