"Brother, can you find him?" Ning Zhenzhen blinked her bright eyes and stared at him curiously.
Originally, she had the intention of chasing and comparing with Fakong, and wanted to keep pace with him, but now she has given up.
There are only admiration and closeness, as well as self-respect and self-esteem.
She tried not to drag Fakong down, and didn't want to ask him for help until the critical moment, but just wanted to talk and chat together.
She feels more and more that Fakong is unpredictable, but his temperament has not changed, nor has his relationship with her.
Fakong's eyes suddenly became deep, staring at the flying knife in his hand.
After a while, he frowned, and a layer of golden light flooded his eyes, making them faintly golden. .
Ning Zhenzhen hurriedly moved his eyes away.
After being shrouded in this faint layer of golden light, his eyes as deep as an ancient pool became majestic and indifferent, like the eyes of a god, looking down on the world, without sadness, joy or anger.
As soon as she met this look, she felt awe-inspiring, inexplicably felt that she was a head short, and inexplicably inferior.
Her wisdom was clear, and she broke away from this feeling in an instant, knowing that it was a kind of mental suppression.
After she looked away, she felt her heart lighten up and regained her composure.
Fakong's golden eyes moved, his eyes lifted from the flying knife, and he looked into the distance. His eyes traveled through thousands of mountains and rivers, and landed on a small city.
The gaze continued to move forward, and fell on a house in the south of the small town.
This house is located by the river, built facing the water, and there are two willow trees outside the courtyard.
This is a small river that runs through the east and west of the city. The willow trees beside the river are lush and luxuriant, and the willow branches are swaying and dancing.
This house has a total of three entrances, but the backyard is a garden, and there is a handsome young man lying on a rocking chair, squinting his eyes and basking in the sun.
Sitting next to the rocking chairs is a beautiful woman, wearing a thin white gauze shirt, her skin is faintly visible, full of temptation.
The handsome young man didn't care about the beauty and temptation of the two women. He closed his eyes and patted his knee gently, as if he was singing an opera.
Two beautiful women waited carefully, one handed grapes to his mouth, and the other reached out to pick up grape seeds.
Fakong's gaze retracted, his eyes returned to normal, and he nodded slightly: "I found it!"
Ning Zhenzhen's bright eyes were burning.
Fakong frowned and pondered: "It's weird, I don't think this person's cultivation level is comparable to that of a grand master."
This person's cultivation base is only close to that of a grand master. If he wants to become a grand master, it may take ten years of work before he can hope.
It is also possible that there is no hope for life.
Such a person has not been able to kill, there is something wrong.
If anyone finds him, he will be crushed to death like an ant.
Unless he can be like Li Ying back then, he can kill a great master like a chicken before he reaches the level of a great master.
But how many people in the world can achieve Li Ying's swordsmanship?
This is due to chance and coincidence.
Could it be that this Jiuyou Jue Dao is really like Li Ying? Is its throwing knife really unpredictable?
Fakong was thoughtful, his eyes became golden again.
Looking through the long distance, he landed on the house in the small town, and landed on the handsome young man.
He casts fate.
His eyes shone with golden light, and became brighter and brighter. At the end, there was only golden light shining, and the pupils could not be seen clearly.
Ning Zhenzhen didn't even dare to look directly, lest she burn her eyes.
Fakong is breaking the obstacles on the handsome young man.
There is an invisible barrier on him, preventing prying eyes on his fate.
This layer of power is invisible and qualitative.
When using Tianyantong to locate him, Jinyan easily broke through its obstacles, but when using Fatetong, it suddenly strengthened.
The golden eyes also strengthened, and this obstacle was broken.
After a while, Fakong's eyes returned to normal again, and he shook his head and sighed: "You can't judge by appearance, you are really a genius!"
"His throwing knife is indeed unique." Ning Zhenzhen said.
She looked at Fakong's eyes and felt very strange.
Fakong shook his head with emotion: "His cultivation base has become the best cover. Who would have thought that his cultivation base is mediocre and his sword skills are so powerful."
His flying knife is even stronger than Xiao Yujian Jue.
Although he is not as good as Li Ying back then, it is not so easy to kill the Grand Master, but his ability to hide his breath is stronger.
Jiuyou Jue Dao's saber control mentality contains the ability to hide breath, and he still hasbsp; Fakong remained silent.
Yuan De said: "Master Uncle Ben Cheng will not kill you because of your help, after all, Master, you are not a villain."
Fakong sighed and said, "The current master Bencheng is not the former master Bencheng. The kamma knife will change his temperament. When he is murderous, he will not be able to control himself."
Yuan De stagnates.
This is what everyone in the temple was worried about. Master Ben Cheng might be able to control himself at the beginning, but after killing too many people, the evil spirit will infect him and he will lose control.
At that time, it will be a real catastrophe. I don't know how many people will die, so we must not allow Master Uncle Ben Cheng to kill.
Yuan De said: "Master, do you really want to watch Uncle Ben Cheng lose control?"
"How do you know that Master Bencheng is not out of control yet?" Fakong shook his head and said, "Master should understand my difficulties, right?"
Yuan De sighed.
Fakong said: "If you change to a master, will you agree to help?"
Yuan De was silent.
He is arrogant and disdains to lie.
If it were me, I would choose like Master Fakong, giving priority to the safety of my own temple gate.
Fakong smiled and said: "So, why should the master waste his tongue?"
Yuan De shook his head.
In any case, I must ask Master Fakong for help and find Master Uncle Ben Cheng.
Although I am the master's disciple, the time I really stay in front of the master is far less than that of my uncle.
Master often retreats, and when he is not retreating, he has a lot of important things to do. Most of his cultivation is taught by his uncle, and he takes care of him most of the time.
I can't just watch my uncle fall into the abyss.
Seeing him like this, Fakong didn't say any more, and stood still quietly, the two of them were like two statues.
Half an hour later, Fakong disappeared in a flash.
He appeared in Ning Zhenzhen's courtyard.
Ning Zhenzhen directly took out a string of Buddhist beads and handed them over.
Fakong smiled.
Ning Zhenzhen acted really neatly, and got Master Ben Cheng's portable Buddhist beads so quickly.
The Buddha beads are dark purple, made of sandalwood, as oily as jade, exuding a faint fragrance, refreshing.
Fakong's eyes narrowed slightly, became deep, and then became golden again. He looked at the string of Buddhist beads, and then looked up.