【Name】Feifengzhai

【Category】Building

【Interior Monster】Female Flying Thieves, Biyue

【Dropping Item】[Gold]

【Building Consumption】Faith 100/day

[Accessible Personnel] Those who live in [Template]

[Ticket required] 2 gold per time.

【Current Status】Opened

This [Feifengzhai] is obtained by King Yan yesterday. It is similar to the function of [Ziwu Valley], and can be used for the practice of disciples. However, compared with the ten thousand white wolves in [Ziwu Valley], the "monster" in [Feifengzhai] seems to be difficult to deal with.

I hope that the disciples of the Immortal Sect will like it, and King Yan thought maliciously.

[Feifengzhai] lives next to [Bailang Valley]. The light of the two domes won the night sky of Baihu Mountain brighter.

When the disciples were about to go to Yiguan, King Yan waved his hand again.

A ray of light emerged from the dome of the City Lord's Mansion. I wonder if I had an illusion, but everyone felt that the light of the City Lord's Mansion seemed to be stronger.

"【Secret Realm of Immortal Arts】, it will be opened here."

When the disciples heard this, they were a little turbulent. King Yan stopped everyone and said, "As for the practice of immortal arts, I have a few words to say to you."

"Please tell me!"

"Immortal arts, immortal arts, do you know what immortal arts are?" Without waiting for the disciples to answer, King Yan gave the answer, "The secret arts of immortals, magical powers, and magical arts are collectively called immortal arts."

"If you practice the immortal arts in the [Secret Realm] more deeply, you can practice it yourself."

"However, there are thousands of immortal arts, divided into countless categories, such as fire, ice, sword, giant force, formation..."

"The practice of immortal arts is roughly divided into four levels: 'Heaven, Earth, Xuan, and Huang'."

"For example, the fire-type immortal arts [Red Flame] possessed by several true masters such as Guan Yu, Xiahou, Pan Feng are only for [yellow grade]. Only after countless displays and experiences can one be promoted to a greater power [Xuanqiu. Red Flame]. Then [Earth grade. Red Flame Sea], and finally [Sky grade. Super Red Flame Sea]."

"As a result, the path to the promotion of immortal arts will inevitably consume countless energy and time."

"If you want to practice all the immortal arts to [Heavenly Level] with your own strength, it is undoubtedly a dream."

"So, after 'Immortal Treasure Body Shaping' and before practicing immortal arts, you must first determine the specificity of immortal arts and specialization."

"Are you a [Giant-grade Giant Power Warlock] who broke the city by one person, or a [Giant-grade Fire Warlock] who burned the earth, or a [Giant-grade Dragon Vein Warlock] who triggered the earth's veins. Or a ‘Water and Fire Warlock’, ‘Three-level fellow practitioners’."

"Think about it yourself and make a decision."

"Don't blindly follow, don't be eager for quick success or instant benefits."

King Yan finished speaking for a long time, but his disciples were still deeply trapped in thinking.

Others, such as farmers on the mat and children of aristocratic families, are immersed in the words "one person breaks the city", "fire burns a land", and "induces the earth's veins".

There were also Dong Zhuo, Zhang Rang, and the two children around Du Luoluo, who clenched their fists tightly while yearning for it.

If a person lives for a lifetime, he should learn from immortals!

"Okay," King Yan clapped his hands and attracted everyone's eyes. "Today is a banquet, the moon is bright in the sky, and the wine and food are in the face, and it is time to play and have fun."

"Respect the King!"

Residents and foreign guests raised their glasses one after another. King Yan smiled and picked up a cup of Xiu'er's special tea and drank it together.

Most of the disciples were indifferent to their silence. They either looked at the [Feifengzhai] on the mountain behind Baihu, or looked at the light dome of the city lord's mansion.

"Take your own business!"

When King Yan saw that the disciples were absent-minded, he waved his hand and told them to go straight. The disciples of the Immortal Sect dispersed.

Most of them went to the [Secret Realm of Immortal Art] and imagined their future style. The little one rushed to [Flying Fengzhai] and tried to practice at all times, working hard for [Heavenly Grade Dragon Vein Warlock], etc.

Under the bright night, King Yan snuggled up on Xiu'er and fell asleep in awe of bursts of laughter and joy.

Xiu'er was about to take her back to the bedroom on the mountain. The group of disciples who ran to [Feifengzhai] to practice came back in a mess at this time.

"Luo Meng, why did this miserable appearance?"

Wu Luo, Pan Feng and others had just returned from the [Secret Realm of Immortal Arts] and were shocked to see this. How did the kung fu change so much after just a while?

Luo Meng, who had a bruised nose and swollen face, seemed to have a leak when he spoke: "The group of female thieves in [Feifengzhai] were all agile and came out in full bloom. We were more than 20 of us, but we couldn't stand it."

"If it weren't for the bad opportunity and escape from the village gate, we might have lost it." Gao Lu sighed, "What a pity for those two [golds]."

"A woman?"

Pan Feng, Wu Luo, Li Jin, Xiahou Dun and others who had just arrived, heard Luo Meng and Gao Lu say this, and immediately became interested. The group went to the back mountain together.

Ren Xiuer was actually very curious about what kind of women would be able to make these [Immortal disciples] so embarrassed.

She wanted to go and see, but the little king had gradually fallen asleep, not the time to leave.

The little girl was a little regretful. However, she slowly picked up the little king and returned to Baihu Mountain in the eyes of the villagers.

Soon, Wu Luo and Pan Feng returned to the banquet with a blue nose and a swollen face. Even Li Jin and Xiahou Dun, who were powerful in martial arts, could not help but be slightly injured. The long beard under the jaw that Guan Yu was proud of was burned shortly.

"Oh, that female thief leader can actually use thunder magic!"

"I almost got my weapons taken away by her."

"When I can make my spiritual roots shape, I will learn the art of wind and thunder!"

"Shi Hou's dragon cannon has made contributions, but unfortunately there are too many female thieves!"

Liu Bian, who was standing by quietly, smiled shyly when he heard the praise. But in his heart, he somehow remembered the female thief leader who was the commander of the Thunder and the Wind.

Actually...in fact, this woman is quite beautiful.

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On the river bank, the red fish go up to the man's hut.

Yuan Shao and two strong men set up a table to drink together.

"As soon as the two heroes arrived, Shao received great help! Great kindness!"

"Brother Benchu ​​praised. Liang Chou and the two are reckless men in the countryside, and they are not as useful as possible."

"Haha, the hero is too humble! I should punish this cup!"

In just a few days, countless heroes came to vote, and Yuan Shao was very happy with these two people "high martial arts skills and superb fire skills".

"Come on, please raise your chopsticks."

Under Yuan Shao's warm greeting, the three of them raised bamboo chopsticks together.

However, when I saw the dozen long-tailed red fish on the table, all six bamboo chopsticks stopped in the sky and stopped falling.

"It's better to...drink."

"Yes! Yes! Drink!"

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On a distant continent.

Zhang Jiao stood on a mound, raised his staff toward the sky, and shouted loudly.

Hundreds of black people cheered and.

Since he almost died and died that day, Zhang Jiao became interested in the "black robe priest". He followed him all day long, longing to "learn magic to serve as a reward for revenge."

However, after half a month, the "magic technique" was not obtained at all. Zhang Jiao was disappointed and returned to his old career.

In less than a few days, dozens or hundreds of black people gathered under the foot of the newly promoted "Wheat Cake Tribe Great Wizard" Zhang Jiao.

"Yan Xiaoer! When this general gathers his troops, he will attack you again in Baihu Mountain!"

Zhang Jiao pinched a child statue made of burnt wood hanging around his waist and said hatefully.
Chapter completed!