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"This jade statue should be exactly the same as Wang Yuyan..."

Jiang Fengyu's mind was spinning, and he stared at the jade statue for a long time, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"Brother Jiang?"

Seeing him stop suddenly, Zhong Ling made a confused sound.

"It's okay, let's go."

Jiang Fengyu smiled slightly.

He grabbed Zhong Ling, with a flash of lightning under his feet. Almost at the same time, he opened the package and put the jade statue inside.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them left the cave.

"Brother Jiang, how do we get up there?"

Zhong Ling looked up at the high cliff, feeling a little distressed.

Although she knew that Jiang Fengyu had extraordinary qinggong, one person might be able to go up, but it would be a lot more troublesome for two people.

"Fly up, of course."

Jiang Fengyu glanced at the cliff and said,

next moment.

He stretched out his hand to hold Zhong Ling in his arms, stepped on the ground suddenly, and his figure suddenly rose into the air, but after rising several feet, he was already on the verge of falling.

Jiang Fengyu took a deep breath and shouted loudly: "Get up...!"

boom!

A purple thunder streaked across his feet.

Suddenly, the figure paused in the air rose like a cannonball again!

Bang!

It fell heavily on the cliff.

Jiang Fengyu exhaled a breath and frowned slightly.

To his surprise, the consumption just now was not small. If he had not had extremely deep internal strength, he would never have been able to bring Zhong Ling up.

"After all, this is a world of low martial arts."

Jiang Fengyu shook his head slightly.

If it were a world like fairy tales, fantasy, etc., why would there be such trouble?

"Coming up?"

Zhong Ling blinked his big eyes.

She looked at Jiang Fengyu with even more admiration, and became more certain about the idea in her mind before.

"Brother Jiang, where are we going?" Zhong Ling smiled like a flower.

She made up her mind to follow Brother Jiang.

"Let's see and then talk."

Jiang Fengyu's eyes flashed slightly.

He turned around and walked in the direction he came from. Zhong Ling turned around and glanced at the cliff, thinking that this could be regarded as "living and dying together". If there were other women around Brother Jiang in the future, they would definitely not be able to compare with him.

Thinking like this, I suddenly felt a lot more excited. I jogged a few steps and walked side by side with Jiang Fengyu.

After a while, the two of them arrived at the main hall of Wuliang Sword Sect.

"Young hero, have you gained anything?"

From a distance, Zuo Zimu, the leader of the Wuliang Sword Sect, saw the two of them and hurriedly came over to greet them.

"No."

Jiang Fengyu spoke without changing his expression.

Zuo Zimu thought to himself, it's amazing to be talented!

No one in our Wuliang Sword Sect has been able to understand it for many years. How can you understand it after just one stick of incense? Do not make jokes!

Of course, if you think like this in your heart, you can't say it in your mouth.

He sighed and said with regret, "That's such a pity!"

"correct."

Zuo Zimu suddenly turned around, pointed at the young man sitting on a chair not far away, and said with a smile, "This young master is called Duan Yu, and he is here to play."

As he spoke, he carefully looked at Jiang Fengyu's expression.

the reason is simple.

Zuo Zimu was really frightened. You must know that what was in front of him was the "Azure Lotus Sword" that had never failed. It was said that many heads of sects had been defeated by him.

This made him a little suspicious, wondering if Duan Yu was also a strong man!

"oh."

Jiang Fengyu glanced at Duan Yu.

A strange color flashed in his eyes. It seemed that the person he sensed before was none other than Duan Yu.

Even now, he still had a strange feeling.

"Somewhere, I seem to feel something in him moving towards me... Could it be the power of luck that is blessing him?" Jiang Fengyu thought to himself.

Apart from that, he couldn't think of any other possibilities.

Jiang Fengyu was deep in thought, while Zuo Zimu on the side felt tense.

He observed the words and expressions and found that the "Azure Lotus Sword" didn't seem to be happy with that Duan Yu. Could it be that there was something going on between the two?

After hesitating for a moment, he hesitated and said: "I wonder if Young Master Duan and Young Master know each other?"

"do not know."

Jiang Fengyu came to his senses and shook his head.

He looked away from Duan Yu, touched his belly, and said to himself: "Well, I seem a little hungry."

hungry?

Zuo Zimu was stunned.

The next moment, he turned around and shouted to a disciple next to him: "Hurry up and prepare some wine and food for the young hero!"

"yes!"

The disciple accepted the order and hurried down.

"That's annoying."

Jiang Fengyu said casually, but there was no trace of embarrassment on his face.

He took out the folding fan from his waist, unfolded it with a "pop" sound, and staggered towards a chair not far ahead.

Sitting down leisurely, Jiang Fengyu opened the Penguin button and typed:

"I wonder if any of you, Fellow Daoists, have any insights on luck?"

At this time, the discussion on Floating Ripple Microsteps in the group has stopped and seems relatively quiet.

After a long moment of silence.

Ye Heavenly Emperor: "Luck is illusory in nature, but it has infinite power. It can make people change their destiny against the will of heaven, or it can also make it difficult for them to move forward! Why does Fellow Daoist ask this?"

"If I rob someone of the opportunity they deserve..."

Jiang Fengyu's eyes flickered for a few times and he said, "Then luck, will it change accordingly?"