Chapter 106

Xiao Wuji stood up and walked for two circles, and suddenly said:

"on the surface, there are 11 foundation building monks, 13 zhenmen monks and 13 Gen gate monks, but they don't know how many of them are secretly." Then he sat down dejectedly.

"It's no wonder that the sect leader has repeatedly suppressed it from starting a war. In this great war, we have no strength to fight back." Zhao Jinwen also suddenly figured out what.

Next, people were no longer interested in talking. Even Qiu Xiyin became depressed when he heard that the situation was so severe.

"Why can younger martial brother Zeng build a foundation?" Yi Heng still asked, Chen Jingjing said that Zeng Yushu was very inappropriate, but had already built the foundation, what would be wrong?

The wind didn't fear to hear the words, and his face showed the color of pain. However, as a senior brother, he was used to keeping silent for a long time, so he immediately recovered as before.

But can Yi Heng not see it? The uneasiness in my heart was even worse.

"Big brother." He reminded the wind to be fearless.

Feng Wuwei didn't want to answer, but seeing his eagerness, he said helplessly: "younger martial brother Zeng is in a hurry to get revenge. Our hard advice is invalid."

"What about the queen? What's wrong with it? " Yi Heng ran to the wind fearless in front of him, squatted and pulled down his hands and asked in a hurry, still holding a trace of fluke in his heart.

"If you break through the foundation with extreme skills, the chance of success will be slightly higher, but it will increase by 20% at most. Fortunately, he is lucky to succeed." The wind is not afraid to spit out word by word.

Yi Heng breathes a sigh of relief and puts down his fearless hands.

"That's a good thing, isn't it? Younger martial brother Zeng is very lucky. He's even better than me. I should be happy, right?" Put down the big stone in his heart, he said happily.

But all of a sudden found that all of them did not speak, let alone showed a happy color, Yi Heng felt bad.

"What's wrong, elder martial brother Xiao? Don't you want him to succeed? " Go to Xiao Wuji, stare at Xiao Wuji and ask.

Xiao Wuji had a bitter smile. It was hard to conceal his eyes in the face of him.

"From then on, I'm no longer advancing." Xiao Wuji did not dare to look at his face and turned to say vaguely.

But Yi Heng can hear clearly, his hands are loose and his eyes are lost.

"The master's vitality was almost cut off, and his cultivation was hard to recover. The younger martial brother built the foundation with no luck in a hundred, but his cultivation was no longer advancing." He muttered to himself.

It's so hard and difficult to cultivate immortals. Is it all because of me?

"Younger martial brother." A roar woke him up, and the wind stood up fearlessly.

"If we can't win this time, I'm afraid we have to use this skill to build a foundation."

Yi Heng was silent as soon as he heard it. He suddenly sat on the stool. He didn't know how long people had left. He only remembered that the younger martial sister came to comfort him.

It was late at night, he seemed ignorant and did not change any posture until a dark shadow came through the window, stopped on his shoulder, and even called twice in his ear.

Seeing that he still did not move, he seemed to be in a hurry, so he leaned his head against his ear.

Yi Heng wakes up and fondles the head of the young eagle with his hand. The expression of the young eagle's enjoyment stops for a moment. Then he pulls out his small head and calls twice in a hurry.

Yi Heng has no choice but to wipe with his right hand. Three spirit stones appear in his hand. The young eagle is very happy. But when he sees the number clearly, he tilts his head and thinks about it, and cries out anxiously. Yi Heng didn't expect that the young eagle is so powerful.

Knowing that he could not rely on it, he added another spirit stone. The young eagle was happy to peck at a spirit stone. In a moment, the spirit stone went into his stomach.

He cheerfully called twice and pecked at another spirit stone. After a cup of tea, the four spirit stones disappeared, but the young eagle's stomach did not swell. I really don't know where the spirit stone is.

After eating, the young eagle patted its wings contentedly. The wings were more than two feet wide. A gust of wind blew on Yi Heng's face. It was very cool.

"I didn't expect that the eagle also grew up fast, but it was all made of spirit stones. He was really a black sheep." He muttered to himself.

The young eagle seemed to know that Yi Heng scolded him for being a black sheep. He rubbed his ears with his hairy head like a coquettish. Yi Heng was so itchy that he quickly calmed down and did not dare to speak.

"It's just that the three fighting methods have to be participated in. What if the cultivation can't advance inch by inch? I'll take care of it later. "

Let down his heart, he gradually fell asleep, how long did not sleep a solid sleep? Even if it is only one day after entering the mountain gate, I feel so calm.

When he fell asleep, he seemed to dream of his master's black charcoal body. He dreamt that Zeng Yushu, who knew that he could not advance in his accomplishments, abandoned himself in the dark. He also dreamt that the master's voice sounded:

Yimen, with the purpose of protecting my race and the place where I live, opened my ancestral hall, accepted my disciples, passed on my morality and promoted my tenet.

In the center of the elder's attic, the wind without fear knocked on the door of a certain loft.

"Master, I want to see you."

"No fear, come in." There was a husky voice coming from inside.The wind fearlessly entered the attic and closed the door gently.

"What about Yi Heng?" Waiting for the wind to enter without fear, a middle-aged monk asked.

Feng Wuwei looks at his master Yan Changkong. As the elder martial brother passed on by his parents, Feng Wuwei learned a lot of ways to deal with affairs from him.

At the moment, his eyes are exposed, and his face keeps an eternal look. It seems that no matter what happens, it's hard to shake. I'm afraid there are two completely different ways to deal with it at this time. I'm afraid that I still have too much to do with myself.

After calming down, Feng was fearless and did not hesitate to say:

"it's very good. There is no sense of resentment. On the contrary, he is worried about the injuries of Zeng Yushu and uncle Liu."

"I can't imagine that this son usually has small plots, but the righteousness can still be distinguished. Did you ever ask how to escape?" Yan Changkong at this time showed a trace of doubt on his face, but in a flash.

"It's a top-notch defense magic weapon, which adds a bit of vitality to it. In addition to the vitality left by uncle Liu, it should be able to escape from the pursuit of the foundation building friars." The wind did not fear to answer according to his own judgment.

"These are not enough to escape. Even if the foundation building friar is slightly injured, will a Qi refining monk escape? How can you give up easily? Is there any difference between Yi Heng and Yi Heng after he comes back, unless he meets special circumstances? "

Yan Changkong, as a foundation building friar, of course knows how hard the foundation building monk's mind is. How can he give up halfway?

"There are also some differences. It seems that the cultivation has been greatly improved, but it is by no means involved in the foundation construction. I think it is difficult to beat him by my strength." Said the wind fearlessly, a little depressed.

"So it must be so. After being chased and killed, this son fell into a dangerous place that the foundation building friars did not dare to break into easily. By chance, this son not only did not die, but also got a great chance under the crisis of life and death."

Yan Changkong slowly speculated, and then frowned and thought. Feng Wuwei seldom saw the master like this. He was more curious about Yi Heng.

"And what danger is there in the misty forest?" Yan Changkong seems to be asking himself, Feng Wuwei is also attracted by this question.