You can't afford to hurt a man wearing an anti-theft badge

A hundred years of retreat, once out of the gate.

Feng Zixuan received a voice transmission from Yan Xueyue, asking him to return to City B immediately to discuss matters.

I'm about to enter the plot, so I couldn't help being a little nervous on Saturday.

Feng Zixuan was immersed in the emotion of saying goodbye to his brothers. Standing in front of the entrance of Fengling Illusion, Feng Zixuan opened his hands and said to Saturday: "Come here."

This kind of intimate calling made Saturday a little overwhelmed.

Feng Zixuan looked away from Saturday, and to prove that he was simply saying goodbye, he turned to Zhang San and said, "Brother, take care."

Zhang San is a rough man, tears welling up in his eyes at this moment, he rushed up and hugged Feng Zixuan tightly, the two of them patted their backs vigorously, without saying anything, they held thousands of words in their arms.

Afterwards, it was the turn of Li Er and Sun Wu, and the atmosphere of farewell was a little sad for a while.

Saturday didn't hesitate any more at this time, he walked towards Feng Zixuan, Feng Zixuan looked straight at his face, then lowered his head, and embraced him in his arms.

Zhang San said in a rough voice: "Boss, you must come back quickly, we are waiting for you here."

This time the entrance to the Wind Spirit Illusion was opened, about the same as before, and it would only last for one to two days.

The Fengmen brothers agreed that Feng Zixuan would come back before the entrance was closed, and everyone would practice together again, but if something happened, everyone could practice on their own without waiting for Feng Zixuan.

And the next time the entrance to the Wind Spirit Illusion opens, it is still unknown when and what month it will be.

"I'll try my best to get back." Feng Zixuan said, letting go of Saturday, he wasn't sure if he would be unable to leave if he hugged him further.

"Take care." Said on Saturday, in fact, he knew that Feng Zixuan couldn't take care of himself, so he said these two words very seriously.

"...Okay." Feng Zixuan stared at Saturday.

△Feng Zixuan strode away without looking back.

△At that time, he didn't know that this was the last time he entered the Wind Spirit Illusion.

After Feng Zixuan left, he started his life of surfing the web on Saturday.

Apart from browsing the web, there is actually nothing to do, everything is on the right track according to the main plot, as long as the last "awakening" falls, Feng Zixuan will realize his dream.

"Do you think the boss will come back?" Li Er asked.

"Yes, the boss said that he will try his best to get back." Zhang San said.

"It's been a day, and the boss hasn't believed it yet, and he hasn't spoken in the group," Li Er said sentimentally, "If the boss doesn't come back, wouldn't we have to stay in this Fengfeng Stone for another few hundred years? "

"...No way." Zhang San also felt melancholy.

"Sixth Brother, what are you looking at?" Sun Wu asked curiously.

"Reading novels." Saturday replied, quickly deleted the browsing history, and closed the web page.

"Oh, Sixth Brother, what do you think if Boss Feng can't come back?" Sun Wu asked.

"We're going out to find him," said Saturday.

"...Ah?" Sun Wu probably didn't expect such an answer on Saturday, "But, but Boss Feng told us to wait here."

"We can also wait outside," Saturday said.

"Then let's go out now?" Zhang San said happily.

"No, we still have to wait for someone." Looking at the time on Saturday, the entrance to the Wind Spirit Illusion was about to close, why didn't that person come.

"Who?"

△Yan Xueyue made a clone out of a paper puppet and placed it in City B as a cover-up.

△His real body came to the entrance of Fengling Illusion.

△The treasures in the Palace of Hades are piled up like a mountain, Yan Xueyue doesn't have to go off in person, but go to Fengling Fantasyland to pick up other people's leaks.He came this time for another purpose.

△The long wind swept across the vastness, blowing the black gown.

△The next moment, the black long gown turned into sky blue, and the slack cheeks of the middle-aged man became smooth and tight, with a sky blue turquoise on his forehead, making him handsome and extraordinary, with an extraordinary temperament, just like the leader of a generation of aristocratic families.

△Yan Xueyue turned into Tianjun's appearance. At this moment, even if Tian's elders are here, they may not be able to tell the truth from the fake.

In the main text of "Urban Cultivation: The Counterattack of Wastewood", it is recorded like this.

In order to stir up conflicts between Feng Zixuan and Zhengzheng, Yan Xueyue made a special trip to incarnate as Tianjun, and came to Fengling Illusion to wipe out the four people left behind by Fengmen.

His intention is to sow discord, so he will not kill him.

When "Tianjun" appeared under the Dingfeng Stone, Saturday was already prepared, so he didn't panic.

But it was the first time he saw the murderous Yan Xueyue with his own eyes, he was still a little nervous, as if he had just seen the A-level arrest warrant on the wall, and when he turned his head, he saw the person in the photo on the A-level arrest warrant leisurely. Come on—the nervousness of fear mixed with excitement.

The other three knew nothing about it, and when they saw "Tianjun", they panicked.

The wind-fixing stone was discovered by Boss Feng, and they built the stone room together. There is still half a giant spirit stone inside, which is invaluable. If "Tianjun" finds out the function of the wind-fixing stone, he will definitely come to snatch it.

In order not to attract "Tianjun"'s attention, the three deliberately pretended not to see him.

"Tianjun" raised his head, looked at the top of the Wind-fixing Stone, and suddenly jumped up with a vertical leap.

He glanced left and right, and the alleyway and the gate of the stone room fell into his eyes.

"Patriarch Tian, ​​this is the territory of our Fengmen! According to the rules of the cultivation world, you should not intrude randomly." Sun Wu took a step forward, trying to stop "Tianjun".

"Be careful." Saturday immediately grabbed Sun Wu.

"Tianjun"'s expression changed, and at some point, a long sword with a cold light appeared in his hand.

If it wasn't for Saturday to hold Sun Wu in time, Sun Wu would have been stabbed in the stomach by now.

Although the purpose of "Tianjun" is to sow dissension, there is no need to keep so many people alive if they tip off the news.

Sun Wu took a deep breath: "Patriarch Tian, ​​why are you so despicable!"

"Tianjun" had no expression on his face, and his eyes fell on Saturday. He threw his long sword and put his hands together, only to hear the sound of waves coming from the air, getting louder and louder, like thousands of horses galloping towards him .

Flood Curse!

Tianjun's housekeeping skill, the Flood Curse, was seen on the Hanging Mountain on Saturday before, but its power is far less powerful than Yan Xueyue's at the moment. Tian Jun with a single spiritual root is even stronger, and he is indeed a hidden villain.

"This, what is this?" Sun Wu stared at the sky dumbfounded, only to see a black torrent of water pouring down from an invisible "cliff", mighty and mighty, rushing straight towards the Dingfeng Stone.

△The flood was approaching, and the four fled in panic, but each of them reacted differently in the face of the crisis. Three of them flew up with their swords to avoid the flood, and the only one hid in the stone room of the roadway, which was tantamount to digging his own grave .

△When the flood receded and every drop of water seeped into the gravel, the Fengmen brothers were all injured. They checked each other and found that the brother who hid in the stone room was unknown and passed out. After going through the gate of hell, when I woke up again, I was already in a daze, unable to remember or speak clearly.

As soon as the flood came on Saturday, Li Er and Zhang San flew away with their swords, and Sun Wu lowered his head and was about to drill into the stone room, so he knew it was not good.

He stretched out his hand to pick up Sun Wu, took out the flying sword he had never used, and recalled the step-by-step flying instructions in the book.

"Hey, what kind of basic tutorial are you watching?" A familiar image appeared in my mind, "Come on, let Boss Feng show you the real Yujian flying!"

On Saturday, he clasped Sun Wu's shoulders, imitating Feng Zixuan's movements, and jumped up. This time, he didn't feel dizzy, but everything was under control. The whistling wind brushed past his ears, and the blue sky was right now— —Just run there.

The yellow light shot straight into the sky, not only successfully dodged the Flood Curse, but also pierced through a piece of pure white clouds, and came to the high sky where the sun was brighter.

Flying with Edgeworth is so cool! ! ! !

It's cool here on Saturday, but Feng Zixuan's side is not so cool.

Feng Zixuan rushed to City B at the fastest speed and saw Yan Xueyue. At this time, a hundred years had passed, Yan Xueyue had given up Yan Weiguo's identity, changed her name and surname, but still lived a life of wine pool and meat forest.Feng Zixuan originally thought that Yan Xueyue had something important to do, but he didn't expect that he was entertaining the three capable generals under him to eat, drink and have fun, and even took Feng Zixuan with him.

Feng Zixuan thought, it was just a social event anyway, Yan Xueyue was kind to him, and he hadn't come back to see Yan Xueyue for so long, it didn't make sense logically, so he stayed for a while.

Accompanied by this scene, Feng Zixuan listened to a lot of gossip and anecdotes in the cultivation world over the past century, and the name "Zhuo Liu" often appeared between their words.

Zhuo Liu is still a good young man of the righteous way, a good example, he follows the rules in everything, and is deeply loved by the teachers of the Cultivation Academy. After he cultivated Jindan, he was qualified to stay in the school to teach, and he often gave some tasks for the academy. Slaying demons and demons, looking for secret treasures, and earned the title of "rookie" in the cultivation world.

Yan Xueyue listened from the side, but smiled and said nothing. He also secretly observed Feng Zixuan's attitude. Seeing that Feng Zixuan still had concerns about Zhuo Liu, but not as strong as before, he thought, Zhuo Liu is a chess piece. , seems to be gradually losing its meaning, undercover is decent, anyone can do it, but there are only a few people who can influence Feng Zixuan.

His ultimate goal is to obtain Feng Zixuan's body, and use it as the carrier of "evil thoughts" to lead the Hades Palace.

To get Feng Zixuan's body, it is not enough to just defeat him, but also to destroy him mentally.

At the end of a feast, Yan Xueyue called out the envoy and asked about Feng Zixuan's affairs in the Fengling illusion. The envoy replied that Feng Zixuan brought four brothers in, and he didn't know how to stay there. After retreating for a hundred years, his cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds.

Yan Xueyue knew it well, so she came up with a plan to sow dissension. On the one hand, she turned herself into Tianjun and went to the Fengling illusion to attack the four people in Fengmen. Come to Feng Zixuan.

"How about it, have you considered staying with me?" Yan Xueyue asked with a smile.

"Master's great kindness, apprentice will always remember it, but," Feng Zixuan said, "I still have unfinished business, endless wish."

"Become a Martial God?" Yan Xueyue smiled, "If you come to me, I can naturally provide you with the best cultivation environment. There are only things you can't think of, and nothing I can't get. How about it? , think about it again?"

"...Master misunderstood, my wish is not to become a warrior." Feng Zixuan shook his head with a smile.

"Oh?"

Feng Zixuan was silent for a moment, and said, "I want to be a protector."

Yan Xueyue was a little surprised, he didn't even realize what the word Feng Zixuan said meant.

"Thank you, master, for your kindness," Feng Zixuan did not continue, "I am afraid that the entrance to Fengling Illusion will be closed soon, and it is time for me to say goodbye."

Yan Xueyue knew that she couldn't keep him at this moment, but the bureau had already stepped down, and she was waiting for Feng Zixuan to walk in by herself.

A generous and kind smile appeared on Yan Xueyue's face: "Then you go quickly, it will be bad if you miss the time."

"Thank you Master!"