Chapter 121 The Wrath of Feng Qingyang

"You stinky boy, do you understand how horrible the dream swamp is?" Seeing the unchanged firmness on the face of the night god sacrifice, the old man Yun Fan could only sigh helplessly, and then gave some sincere persuasion, "Let me tell you the truth, I once entered the periphery of this dream swamp at the beginning. At that time, I was young and energetic, and I didn't care about the fierce place of the dream swamp at all. The name of. But it was not until I entered the periphery of the teacher that I really realized the horror of the four words of the fierce land..."

"Old man, have you really been to the periphery of the dream swamp?" Hearing old man Yun Fan mention his past, the night god sacrifice couldn't help asking tentatively, "Can you tell me what danger there is outside the dream swamp?"

"Alas, it seems that you stinky boy is determined to go to the dream swamp..." Seeing the interest of the night god sacrifice to the dream swamp, old man Yunfan knew that no matter how much he persuaded, it was useless.

After thinking about this clearly, the old man Yun Fan also spoke in a low voice and slowly talked about his experience after entering the periphery of the Dream Swamp, hoping to take this as a warning, so that the Night God Festival could give up this crazy idea.

"Do you know what I encountered after entering the periphery of the Dream Swamp?" A trace of reminiscence slowly appeared on the old man Yunfan's face, "Kid, you should still remember that in the second round of the inner hall trial, more than a hundred of you branch hall disciples entered the spiritual land of the Lingxu Hall together, right?"

"Well, of course I remember." The Night God Festival nodded when he heard the words. It was precisely because in the spiritual land that the Night God Festival led a group of people from the Virtual Spirit Gate to break the psychedelic array and successfully entered the Lingdi Heavenly Palace, and was lucky to be accepted as a direct disciple by the old man Yunfan.

"At that time, with the peerless physique of the innate spirit body and your talent in array, you easily cracked the psychedelic array laid for the teacher outside the spiritual palace. Presumably, the psychedelic formation is nothing in your eyes, but it is a formation that the teacher realized according to the various situations encountered at that time after entering the periphery of the dream swamp.

"The reason why the dream swamp is called a fierce place by the world is also related to the psychedelic poisonous fog that permeates this vast swamp. Strictly speaking, the power of the psychedelic array you saw outside the Lingdi Heavenly Palace is not as powerful as the fog outside the dream swamp!"

"I didn't expect that the power of the psychedelic man's mind, compared with the fog on the periphery of the dream swamp, there was such a big gap..." The night god sacrifice couldn't help showing a look of shock on his face when he heard the words, but he did not retreat at all.

In the view of the Night God Festival, no matter how much danger there is hidden in the dream swamp, and no matter how horrible this place it is, the Night God Festival must also go to explore. After all, this is the only clue about other worlds. The Night God Festival does not want to be because the dream swamp is the legendary fierce place, so Give up the firm idea in your heart...

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When the old man Yunfan slowly talked about his encounter on the periphery of the dream swamp, in another Qingyunmen palace on Xiaoyao Peak, Feng Qingyang, the head of Qingyunmen, was sitting in the middle of the hall with a gloomy look on his face. He looked at the smooth return from the Manshan, with Ouyang Lan, who is seriously injured!

"Ouyang Lan, is everything you said true?" Feng Qingyang's cold eyes slowly stared at Ouyang Lan, and asked indifferently.

"Brother Feng Qingyang, no matter how bold I am, no matter how bold I am, I dare not joke about this kind of thing!" Ouyang Lan stretched out a hand to cover his painful chest. After coughing a few times, he said with difficulty, "Even if you don't believe what I said, this kind of injury on my body is enough to prove that everything I said is true. That night god sacrifice beat me seriously!"

"Is the teenager named Night God Festival really as powerful as you said?" Feng Qingyang looked at Ouyang Lan standing in front of him suspiciously. When he heard that the night god sacrifice in Ouyang Lan's mouth was only a teenager under the age of 16, but he had the dual spiritual cultivation of spiritual generals, he really didn't believe it.

At this age, his own spiritual cultivation has reached the realm of spiritual generals. In the whole Lingxu Hall, except for the night Lingxi and Xiao Yehan, Feng Qingyang can't see a third person.

"Brother, you may not know that when you left the Lingxu Hall a few days ago, this night god sacrifice had successfully passed the inner hall trial, and was also accepted as a direct disciple by the old man of Elder Yunfan!"

Ouyang Lan covered his chest with one hand and silently operated his spiritual power to recover his injury, but his mind was thinking about what to say in order to provoke the relationship between the Night God Festival and Feng Qingyang and force their relationship into an endless situation.

In this way, he, Ouyang Lan, did not have to face the strong opponent of the Night God Festival alone. Thinking of this, Ouyang Lan coughed again and said, "Brother Qingyang, I'm afraid you don't know anything. This Night God Festival was not only accepted as a direct disciple by Elder Yunfan, but also joined Qin Xiaoyi's Xuling Gate. And according to my observation, he and Qin Xiaoyi are quite close.

As a person who followed Feng Qingyang from the beginning and took down the power of Qingyunmen in the inner hall, Ouyang Lan naturally knew how much Qin Xiaoyi had in Feng Qingyang's mind. At this time, his approach between the Night God Festival and Qin Xiaoyi was enough to easily provoke Feng Qingyang's hostility to the Night God Festival.

As long as he successfully provokes Feng Qingyang's strong hostility to the Night God Festival, he doesn't have to worry about Feng Qingyang's direct disciple of the Night God Festival because the Night God Festival is the direct disciple of the Elder Yun Fan, and he dares to take action on the Night God Festival.

"Is it?" Sure enough, as Ouyang Lan expected, after Ouyang Lan said that the night god sacrifice was close to Qin Xiaoyi, Feng Qingyang's tone of voice became a little colder. "Anyway, his night god sacrifice sneaked on you in this southern barbarian hunting conference and seriously injured you. At this point, our Qingyunmen is We must settle accounts with them, otherwise many forces in the inner hall will think that our Qingyunmen are afraid of the virtual spirit gate!"

"Oh, Brother Qingyang is right. This matter can't be left like this. At a young age, he dared to sneak up on me in the Southern Barbarian Hunting Conference because of his own personal hatred. So when he grows up smoothly, I guess no one will be ignored by him!"

When Ouyang Lan saw Feng Qingyang's angry appearance, he couldn't help laughing secretly, and then opened his mouth to fan the flames again.