v17 Chapter 992： Enlightenment

At this time, there was a slight change in the void, and the cold wind quietly appeared not far in front of Zi Feng.

He looked at Zi Feng in surprise, thinking about Dao An: "This kid has reached the foot of the mountain before me again. It's great. By the way, the boy seems to be brought back by the Hong You Ambassador. It is said that he successfully climbed. On the ladder."

After staring at Zifeng in silence for a while, Leng Feng smiled mysteriously, blinking and staring at nothingness.

It was getting dark, and at midnight, someone finally came down the mountain.

After seeing Zifeng, this person was stunned again.

"It's him again!" Aunt Lan said in peace.

Although Zifeng broke his vision of talent and was hit by Zifeng, there was no resentment in Zifeng's heart. Because he is from the Eastern Emperor, he always meets short soldiers from the Demon Army in the Eastern Emperor.

The one who is respected there is the strong. Failure is not shameful. It is shameful to lose the determination to move on.

In all fairness, Aunt Lan appreciates Zifeng very much. He admired Zifeng's natural vision and his calm attitude in doing things.

Aunt Lan found a stone and sat cross-legged.

After a while, people came to the foot of the mountain one by one. These people are one in ten thousand talented monks.

After seeing Zifeng, everyone lost their temper.

Zifeng defeated Wang Jianlong and Shen Gaohua's siege by one enemy and four. It has spread among the monks.

At present, no one doubts that Zifeng's achievements are moist. Many monks who have witnessed Wang Yanlin's nine-day talent even expressed their fear of Zifeng in their hearts.

Wang Jianlong and Xiao Jian were defeated by Zifeng twice. Both of them gritted their teeth at Zifeng, but only for this.

At this moment, with their ten points of courage, they dare not run to challenge Zifeng. Even though Zifeng was sitting on the floor at the moment, he looked defenseless.

The monks left Zifeng spontaneously. At dawn, the purple wind formed a vacuum within a radius of 20 meters.

At dawn, the cold wind quietly appeared in front of the monks, his eyes swept across the crowd, and he raised his eyes to the top of the mountain.

"All 97 of you have been eliminated. Go down the mountain!"

The cold wind had just weakened and a stern cry came from the top of the mountain. The monks who were eliminated actually rolled down from the top of the mountain.

Leng Feng glanced at the monk coldly, and said coldly: "It's still the old rules. At this time tomorrow, we will meet at the foot of Guan Qingshan on the opposite side."

As soon as he finished speaking, the cold wind disappeared mysteriously.

Today, half of the participants in the Sanchong Temple exam have been eliminated, and only about 100 monks are at the foot of the mountain.

After screening and testing in the first two halls, the remaining people today are elite monks.

At this moment, when facing the test of love, most monks breathed a sigh of relief. Compared with the first two, the last test is too simple.

Wang Jianlong, Xiao Jian and others climbed to the mountainside very early, but Zifeng only climbed 50 feet. The sun came out, through the clouds and mist, and gradually rose to the sky. Soon it dawned and all the clouds and fog in the mountains disappeared.

The sky is clear and the sun is shining. The weather today is better than yesterday.

Zifeng was walking when a lush orange tree appeared in front of him.

White as snow, pink petals sway in the wind, and bees and butterflies shuttle between petals and green leaves.

The faint floral fragrance is refreshing. In a blink of an eye, countless orange trees with flowers appeared in front of them.

The laughter of the children came from the woods.

A woman wearing coarse cloth and carrying a bamboo basket walked slowly.

This woman has a graceful figure and elegant temperament. Her head is covered with the most common blue silk scarf, such as waterfall hair on her shoulders.

From the direction of Zifeng, we can only see a beautiful silhouette.

But staring at the profile, he only glanced at the top of Zifeng's heart trembling, and his eyes suddenly became wet.

Thousands of snow!

This is the thousands of snow that I have been longing for!

Zifeng's throat shook sharply and opened his mouth, but he made no sound.

From the children's laughter, two lively little guys, running, chasing, and frolicking, shaking down the white petals, fluttering, swirling, like snow.

"Slow down. Slow down. You two naughty little guys, be careful of tripping..."

Thousands of snow rumors spread like a dream, causing Zifeng's heart to beat faster.

He took a step forward, opened his mouth, but froze there.

Xue Qian seemed to feel something, and slowly turned to Zifeng.

Zifeng could no longer restrain his feelings. Tears flowed from his face.

Looking back at thousands of years of snow, it is as long as ten thousand years.

Zifeng's whole heart was pulled up.

Xue Qian turned her head to look at him and smiled at him.

Xianggong, are you back yet?

The sound of thousands of snow floated into Zifeng's ears.

"I am back……"

Zifeng nodded heavily. Everyone thought that his eloquence was good. At this moment, there were some words.

Tiger head, bench, look, your father is back.

Xue Qian smiled and pointed to Zifeng.

"Dad, you are finally back."

"Haha, Dad, I miss you so much."

These two little guys, like two fawns, spread their legs and ran towards Zifeng like a gust of wind.

Zifeng's face was filled with a happy smile. He squatted down and picked up the two little guys one by one.

White

The bench gave him a hard kiss on the cheek.

Tiger's head was unhappy and protested: "You cheated on the bench and agreed to kiss Dad together. How can you beat him?"

"Hmph, don't kiss your father. If you want, kiss me."

Speaking of the bench, he hugged Zifeng's neck, chanting, and kissed his face.

"I want to kiss too!"

Not to be outdone, the tiger hugged Zifeng's neck and kissed his cheek fiercely.

These two little guys have no scruples. They all smeared their saliva on Zifeng's cheeks. Zifeng was amused by them, and laughed loudly.

His eyes are full of affection, looking at the coming snow.

Xiao Jian's words seemed to light the fuse, and all the monks began to discuss Zifeng in various languages.

"It's funny, I saw Zifeng crying while holding a tree. I didn't expect his feelings to be so fragile."

"Yes, I saw it too. A big man cried, what he became like. A man does not shed tears when he bleeds. This is the same principle as in the past. It is ridiculous that Zifeng is still crying."

"Yes, even if he climbs the ladder? This character is too weak to be a master."