The gloomy and crazy Master is drooling over me

"If we don't like him, we can... kill him in private..." She said these terrifying words with a face that looked frail and terrified.

Zhang Feng was born with different eyes and two souls in one body.

Ever since she was born, she knew that she had a relative who would never separate from her. They were born from the same roots and depended on each other.

In the mortal world, heterochromia is considered a sign of bad luck, and most newborn babies will be thrown into a barrel and drowned.

She was lucky because her other heterochromatic eye was grayish white and was mistaken for a one-eyed blind person, so she survived.

When she was six years old, an old man passing by told her family's fortune and said that she would be unlucky with her relatives and would be doomed to be lonely. As a result, she was completely ignored.

The children in the village sang songs to insult her, "A one-eyed girl, born to be unlucky, unlucky with all relatives, destined to be lonely..."

Her family felt that it was bad luck, so they wanted to drag her to the river and drown her. At this time, the old Taoist raised his hand and touched his beard, and said bluntly: "God is merciful. Why not let me take care of it for you, so that there will be less killing and torture..."

So she was thrown to the other party for free, but she never expected that as soon as she left, the old Taoist showed his true face and looked at her with greedy eyes.

“Wind Spirit Body! It’s actually a rare Wind Spirit Body. God treats me well. Hahahaha…” The old Taoist practiced some unconventional methods, and even the Wind God Body could not be identified clearly, but the Wind Spirit Body was already the child with the highest qualifications he had found after searching for many years.

Afterwards, she was captured and taken into the mountains, where she was raised until she was sixteen years old, at which time her spirit veins were extracted and her spirit blood was squeezed out to replace her talent.

Those ten years were spent in a dark cave in the mansion, where she lived with vegetables, radishes and rats. In order to survive, she could only endure humiliation and wait for her opportunity.

She was illiterate, but she relied on listening to the Taoist's muttering of magic formulas and trying out what he called cultivation bit by bit.

Finally, when he was sixteen years old, on the day when his opponent was about to attack him, Zhang Feng fought for his life with a fierce force and the spiritual power that was cultivated through chaotic mantras and was so chaotic that it hurt his meridians.

She survived.

In order to live a good life, her mind was full of the First Immortal Sect mentioned by the old Taoist.

After going through many hardships, he climbed up to the mountain gate of Wangxian step by step.

Two souls in one body, the secondary soul suffered the consequences of its reckless training in the past, its temperament is extreme and it rarely appears, while the main soul suffers from social phobia forever due to its past imprisonment.

Therefore, he rarely appears in public.

Her style is not only the wind that changes from gentle caress on the face to raging storm, but also the madness that bites the enemy and never lets go.

"Okay, I'll listen to you..." The rebellious soul in the body was calmed down by her gentle words, and then it entangled with the main soul of Palm Wind like an iris, and the two were inseparable.

On the same face, there can be both a slight shyness and a domineering and fearless look, which is disjointed yet quite harmonious.

This is her, an extremely shy venerable one.

The great elder under his seat didn't even know what was happening, but his life was already in danger.

He reached out and stroked his bald head, suppressed his anger, and used his spiritual power to directly grow a new long hair pin.

The moment his long hair fell down, the wind blade swept across again, and his hair instantly became a Mediterranean style.

He repeated it twice, and seeing that the leader of the Delusion Immortal Sect was determined to confront him, he shaved his head in a rage, his eyes glared, and he breathed heavily.

Damn it, if I hadn’t been injured, would you have had the chance to act so wildly on my head?

Zhang Feng lowered her head slightly, buried under her black hair. The corners of her lips curled up slightly in a childish smile, but that smile was like the wind, elusive and disappeared in an instant.

Hengyu was a little worried about her condition. From suddenly becoming extroverted just now to suddenly becoming introverted, it didn't seem normal at all.

It's a bit like being possessed...

He sent a voice message to inquire about the situation. Even after the other party said tremblingly that he was "fine", he was still worried, so he sent a spiritual letter back to the sect. Only after he saw the brief description of the situation behind the letter did he breathe a sigh of relief.

No wonder she was asked to come along on this trip...

The Wind Master - a delicate, socially-phobic, and combat fanatic.

It's a bit like a variant of Shengqing.

They are not easy to manage...

However, there is no need for management.

Inside the water mirror.

After a while, a large number of disciples from various sects had entered. The first level was equivalent to a screening in a sense, which directly eliminated the monks with poor comprehension.

Only the rest will have the opportunity to enter the Thousand Miles of Mountains and Rivers Map and enjoy the power of the Beiming Sect.

Yu Mian did not meet many disciples of Wangxian on the way. He seemed to be isolated and kept walking forward alone.

Given the previous circumstances in which she was targeted, she felt that she must have been deliberately separated from the sect disciples to isolate her.

As I was walking forward, I met a group of monks in front of me. I could hear the sounds of fighting from afar and the sound of weapons clashing coming from afar.

anyone?

She did not approach immediately, but subconsciously activated the invisibility talisman on her body and hid aside to watch what happened.

On the field, three Beiming Sect disciples dressed in white used a three-person sword formation to suppress the four disciples of other sects in front of them. The cultivators dressed in black who were forced to fight against them retreated again and again.

"It's just a meeting on a narrow road, there's no need to be so cruel, right?" The Xuanwu Sect disciple was puzzled. They just met, why did they turn to war the next moment.

"Humph! How dare you, a mortal cultivator from the outside world, come to our Northern Territory to compete for first place? Your bloodline is ordinary and inferior, and your cultivation is also so poor."

The Bei Ming Sect cultivator spoke proudly as he activated his bloodline ability, instantly unleashing a bit of his family's physique. His speed of absorbing spiritual energy nearly doubled.

This means that even with the same cultivation level, spiritual power, and high recovery ability, a more lasting battle can be achieved.

"Let you open your eyes and take a look at the true spiritual bodies of our Bei Ming Ling family!" As soon as he finished speaking, the two disciples beside him began to extract the spiritual power from the air at the same time. Their basic cultivation suddenly rose half a step in a short period of time, and they all entered the great perfection of the Golden Core.

After driving away these despicable foreign monks, the final leader must be from their Beiming Sect...

The four disciples of Xuanwu Sect had never practiced such a close combination of combat secrets, and the coordination among the four was not perfect. As soon as they raised their hands, the weapons in their hands were knocked down by the oncoming sword energy.

Their eyes were startled for a moment, as if they had not expected this result. They were met head-on with three sword energies that intersected horizontally and vertically, and they didn't even have time to feel fear.

The body movements are all subconscious attempts to dodge.

Yu Mian hid aside for a while, intending to sit on the mountain and watch the fight between the two tigers, and reap the benefits. However, after watching for a while, he felt really annoyed with this disciple of Beiming Sect.

Don't understand what they are pulling?!

Moreover, that force was enough to cause serious injuries. The disciples of the four sects came to the competition, not to die.

With a sweep of his spear, he took on three attacks by himself, and then sent them back with a single move.

Her right hind foot stepped on the ground, almost creating a small hole in the space. She twisted her ankle slightly to adjust it, and pushed forward again.

The three young men in white were pushed back five or six steps before they stopped after being shot by Yu Mian.

"who?!"