The almighty princess is beautiful and sassy

Chapter 1423 Lying on the Beam and Thinking
"Ah, here you are."

A lazy voice sounded from above, the black monkey raised his head from the altar, and saw a man lying on the high beam above his head.

The man lazily turned over, and the colorful feathers on his body fell down with the long fiery hair, each of which shimmered layer upon layer, complex and gorgeous without being tacky, instantly compared to Feng Junxi's "feather" Big colorful ostrich" compared.

Looking down, he saw the black monkey looking at him with beady eyes, and there was a spiritual fruit seed in the corner of his mouth. He said "Huh", "Where did we see that little monkey?"

No matter how you hear these words, it sounds like the tone of a flirtatious wit flirting with a beautiful woman.

The black monkey pouted.

There is a saying that since ancient times, the god of the phoenix has created a beautiful woman.

The Sky Phoenix Clan and the Phoenix Clan have the same origin, and they don't look ugly either.

The young man in front of him, who looked like Erlangdang, looked a few years younger than Feng Junxi, and he was more beautiful than all the Tianhuang clan he had seen.

but……

In terms of handsomeness, he is not as good as Ziyun Chen.

In terms of stunning beauty, he is not as good as Ling Kun.

In terms of emptiness, he is not as good as Leng Shangyu.

I don't know if he has lived too long, or for some other reason, but he has deep facial features, but he is not as cold and heartless as Feng Junxi looks like.

Well, in terms of cruelty, he is not as good as Feng Junxi.

The black monkey lost interest in him, and picked up a spiritual fruit, put it to his mouth and bit it: "I haven't seen you before, Zhizhi."

"No?" He raised his head, and stared at the black monkey with a pair of calm phoenix eyes, as if he was recalling something, "But I remember, it seems that I saw a little monkey as annoying as you many years ago. What the heck, did this deity remember wrongly?"

The black monkey sneered: "Don't just see a kitten or dog on the side of the road and think it's a master, okay?"

The man poked his head out from above the beam, and a row of nine feathers stuck on top of his head, which happened to be the nine colors of the nine attributes, swayed slightly with his movements.

After carefully looking at the black monkey for a while, a feather extended from the top of its head, wrapped around its body in an instant, and rolled it into the air, under the man's sight.

The black monkey is not afraid, and swings along his feathers.

"This breath is a bit similar, but it's a bit different. Hey, why do you have the blood of a beast on your body? I don't remember it..." The man fell into memory again, "Wait for me to think about it."

Feng Junxi was completely dumbfounded.

What's the situation?
Little Jinpeng, who got up from the door with a gray head and a gray face, was also in a daze.

Only the black monkey continued to swing on the swing with a nonchalant expression.

I don't know if the feather sash is made of his own fetal feathers or what kind of material it is, but it can be extended at will. When it swings down, the feather sash falls down, and when it swings up, the feather sash shrinks up.

The black monkey had so much fun that it completely forgot about the phoenix eggs on the offering tray.

However, Feng Shendan's heart is bigger than it's, and right now it's sleeping soundly.

Suddenly, the man thought of something, raised his hand and slapped on the beam: "I remember, what is your relationship with the little monkey beside Hen Xiaoyao?"

puff!
The black monkey fell to the ground.

It raised its face, showing a rare surprise: "You know Hate Xiaoyao? You are... Let me think about it. I was in the mother's womb at that time, and my memory is not very clear, Zhi Zhi."

The man's eyes fell on it, and it became a little subtle: "I am Feng Zhentian."

puff!
The black monkey fell headlong on the ground again, spraying out all the spiritual fruits that hadn't been swallowed.

"Feng Zhentian? You are actually Feng Zhentian? You old man, didn't you soar in front of Hate Xiaoyao?"

Mentioning the three words Feng Zhentian, all the memories flooded up.

Hate Xiaoyao's deadly enemy is neither Ling Kun nor anyone else, but this Feng Zhentian in front of him!
The master in front of me is not a peaceful master, he has overturned rivers and seas, gone to heaven and earth, and his record is enough to be as famous as Hen Xiaoyao.

It seems that Hate Xiaoyao competed with him to become one of the top ten ancient clans.

Originally, I hated Xiaoyao to overwhelm him, but when it came to the ascension, he was one step ahead of me, and I always regretted it.

Thinking of the fact that the hair of Hen Xiaoyao was all white when he ascended, and that the man in front of him is still in his early twenties until today, Mo Hou stammered once in a while: "You, you, you...you ran back again, didn't you?"

"This deity has achieved the body of a real immortal and embarked on the road of ascension. When he passed the gate of heaven, he felt something missing and came back." Feng Zhentian lay on the beam with a slightly sad expression, "This deity lies here every day thinking, What exactly fell? I haven’t figured it out until now.”

Black Monkey: "..."

No wonder it couldn't detect him, it turned out to be the body of a real fairy!

Although True Immortal and Martial Immortal both have the word Immortal, they are very different from each other.

Martial Immortals are still in the body of mortals, while True Immortals belong to the ranks of immortals, and all the regulations of the mortal world can no longer restrain him.

but……

The black monkey licked its paw, would Hate Xiaoyao feel elated when he knew he had come back?Or run back depressed and have another three hundred rounds with him?
Feng Junxi watched Feng Zhentian and Mo Hou recognize their relatives the whole time in bewilderment.

As long as he can remember, he knows that there is a master uncle in the clan who never cares.

The entire Tianhuang clan, no matter men, women, old or young, all call him Master Uncle.

No one in the clan knew his origin, and no one knew how old he was. They only knew that he slept on the beam of the ancestral hall every day.

Other people's retreat is closed-door practice, while his retreat is to sleep on the beam.

Sometimes I sleep for ten days and a half months, and sometimes I sleep for ten or eight years.

Every generation of patriarchs will look for him if they encounter any major problems that are difficult to solve.

When he hasn't slept and is in a good mood, he will help out.

However, many people in the clan didn't know his existence, and some people knew it but didn't care, thinking that he was just a young man doing nothing.

Only now did he realize that this is a true immortal!
There is a true immortal of the Tianhuang Clan lying on the beam, but no one knows about it!
Feng Zhentian looked at the black monkey, the feathers on his head swayed slightly according to the movement, and wrapped the black monkey again: "I am thinking, could the dropped thing be related to you?"

The black monkey hugged Feng Zhentian's feathers uncharacteristically: "No, this man, the one who has hatred against you is Hate Xiaoyao. He has already ascended, so you can go to him if you have anything to do! It has nothing to do with you. I was still in the womb."

Feng Zhentian lazily sat up from the beam.

I don’t know how many years he has slept with. The light of the Wannian sycamore wood can be seen, reflecting his handsome facial features, there is a different kind of demeanor, "I am not that stingy man, and I have never cared about him. Ask him to do something." Well?"

Mo Hou rolled his eyes: "Then what does it have to do with you?"

Feng Zhentian swept his phoenix eyes: "Your master is a pure blood of the Phoenix God Clan?"

As the smartest monkey in the sky and earth, the black monkey immediately became vigilant: "What do you mean?"

(End of this chapter)