Feng Zhenshan misunderstands her identity. Gu Fenghua knows that the reason why she can repair the border is that the seal technique taught by her brothers since childhood has nothing to do with ye Lishang. However, how could ye Lishang's seal fall into the hands of several elder brothers? For her, this is still a mystery, and only when she finds her brothers can she get the answer.

"According to the word of mouth of the successive patriarchs, the elder Ye was killed in those years, and most of his disciples also suffered a lot. Although some of the disciples survived with humiliation, the past tens of thousands of years have turned into Loess for various reasons. Only Fengzi Gufeng, the elder, went to the extreme of heaven in those years. When he died, his founder gave him some purple dust Sacred Heart grass, which should still be alive, Surely your teacher is master Feng? " Feng Zhenshan continued.

When Gu Fenghua heard about Zichen Shengxin grass, he had no doubt about it. You know, even the eldest grandson knew nothing about it.

"Mr. Feng is really kind to the younger generation." Gu Fenghua replied.

The sword skills of Luo en and others are all handed down by Feng Lao. Although her sword skills have nothing to do with Feng Lao, the secret collection of Dan magic weapons collected by Feng Lao is still lying in her storage bracelet. She also benefits a lot from it. It's not too much to say that it's the grace of teaching.

"You must understand the method of the Holy Spirit Xuantian. The reason why our Fengyun sword sect was strong in large numbers at that time was because of this strange method. But now the soul fixing pill left by elder Ye has been used up, and my talent and strength are really limited. I'm afraid it's very difficult to cultivate the strong people in the holy realm by this method. Since you are the disciple of master ye, you should be able to find a way.

Zitian prison is becoming more and more unstable. Sooner or later, there will be another disaster in Wuji holy heaven. I'm afraid that the three so-called holy kings are powerless. I hope you can resolve this disaster and save all the people. This is also the last wish of master Ye. " Feng said to Gu Fenghua expectantly.

"I will try my best to live up to the trust of my predecessors." Gu Fenghua nodded and said.

She had seen the horror of purple spirit more than once. Once the forbidden boundary of purple soul prison is broken, not only Wuji holy heaven, but also Tianji continent is doomed. Even for the safety of her relatives, she will never stand by.

However, Gu Fenghua is very clear that he is nothing more than the five heavenly saints at this time. In the eyes of ordinary people, he may be a strong man beyond his reach, but in front of the three great saints, he is just like a mole ant. Even they are unable to resolve the disaster, what can they do, can only do their best.

"Do you think it's hard to be a heavy task with your accomplishments?" Feng Zhenshan asked, as if he had seen through Gu Fenghua's mind.

Gu Fenghua nodded helplessly, self-confidence return to self-confidence, but also have a limit, overconfidence, it is no longer self-confidence, but arrogant ignorance.

"Wuji saint has a history of ten thousand years, and there are many talented people. But as far as I know, there are at least 100 people who have been promoted to Emperor saint in their twenties. As a disciple of master ye, don't you even have the confidence to surpass them? They were promoted to saints in their twenties. Why can't you be the top three saints in a hundred years Feng Zhenshan accentuated the tone, a little hate iron does not become steel.