Chapter 914: Unfathomable Fate

Let’s talk about Yi Feng.

Having made sufficient “preparations”, he stayed at Feng Qianyue’s place and waited for death. He

lay lazily on the recliner, basking in the sun, with grapes in his left hand and peaches in his right hand, chewing and humming a little tune.

Just eating and waiting to die, that’s all!

Feng Qianyue, who was sitting cross-legged beside him, did not say anything to urge him.

But he just couldn’t understand it.

There were only a few days before he would participate in the Death Inheritance, why was Yi Feng so relaxed?

Normal people would think about improving as much as possible at this time, but this guy was just like he was on vacation.

Wasn’t he worried at all that he would not pass and die in it?

Feng Qianyue was a little worried.

But with her status, she was not qualified to teach Yi Feng anything.

She could only wait and leave it to fate.

"Hey, bored, I'm going to take a walk on the street, do you want to come with me?" Yi Feng sat up lazily from the recliner, threw the last grape into his mouth, and asked Feng Qianyue beside him.

"Sorry, sir, Qianyue has something to do later, so I won't accompany you." Feng Qianyue said with her head down.

"Okay, I'll go for a walk on the street and come back soon."

Stretching lazily, Yi Feng walked lazily on the street.

The sun was shining.

The warm wind was blowing.

The hawking sounds on the street were endless.

Next to it, a tall tree blocked most of the sunlight on the corner of the street. Only a few spots of light shone through the gaps between the leaves. Looking forward, there were circles of light.

Under the tree.

There was a layer of leaves piled up, emitting a smell of decay, but it was not unpleasant.

There was also a stone table under the tree.

Next to the stone table sat an old man with a palm-leaf fan, studying a game of chess on the stone table.

Yi Feng, who was lazily passing by on the street, saw this scene and immediately became interested.

"Old man, this is how you should play chess." Yi Feng walked over and said.

"Hehe."

The old man raised his head and smiled, shaking the palm-leaf fan in his hand, his mind completely withdrawing from the chessboard, looking up at Yi Feng and smiling: "Young man, you are finally here." "

Oh, did you know I was coming?"

Yi Feng looked at him in confusion and couldn't help asking.

The old man smiled and didn't answer anything, but stretched out his hand and said: "Young man, sit down, how about playing the next game with me, an old man?"

"Okay."

Yi Feng didn't think much about it, so he sat down directly, just happened to be bored.

Because of the anticipation for a certain day, the more you look forward to it, the slower it becomes.

The old man looked at Yi Feng meaningfully, and then put down the chess piece in his hand.

Yi Feng looked relaxed and followed suit.

Very quickly.

As time passed, the two of them fought back and forth on the chessboard.

But from beginning to end, the old man kept a relaxed look on his face.

It seemed that everything was under his control.

"I heard recently that the death inheritance of Fengyue Island is about to be activated again..."

While playing chess, the old man smiled meaningfully.

"Oh, yes."

Yi Feng nodded.

After speaking, he placed a piece.

After this piece was placed, the old man's relaxed expression suddenly changed. He

suddenly became serious and sat up.

His whole mind entered the chessboard, holding the piece in his hand, but he didn't know how to place it.

Because at this time he suddenly realized that he had already entered Yi Feng's encirclement.

No matter how he played, it was a dead end.

Seeing that he had nowhere to go, the old man's face suddenly turned green and red.

"Uncle, don't play anymore, you lost."

Yi Feng yawned.

Too boring.

Too stress-free.

"Hehe."

"If you lose, you lose." The old man shamelessly pushed the chess piece on the table and said, "I lost, I lost, I won't play anymore, let's talk about business."

"What business?"

Yi Feng blinked, a little confused.

This old man, why does he always say something inexplicable to him.

"Hehe, kid, the one who receives the inheritance of death must be you."

The old man laughed.

"Yeah, yes, it's me."

Yi Feng did not hide it, it turned out that he was talking about this matter.

"Good boy, it's you." The old man patted Yi Feng's shoulder with excitement and said admiringly: "When I heard that someone was going to accept the inheritance of death a few days ago, I secretly paid attention to you. I have to say that there are few people with your courage. It's very good."

"Thank you for the compliment."

Yi Feng thanked him politely.

If the system hadn't asked him to commit suicide, only a idiot would accept this inheritance of death.

"Of course, what excites me most is not your courage to accept the inheritance of death. After all, throughout history, there have been countless people who dared to accept the inheritance of death, but I have never seen anyone I like."

"And what really excites me is the uncertainty in you."

"Uncertainty?"

Yi Feng blinked.

"Because I can't tell your fate." The old man said solemnly.

"Fate?"

Yi Feng curled his lips and said, "Old man, are you a charlatan?"

"Hey, young man, I'm not bragging to you. I can clearly see the fate of every person passing by on this street."

"I know exactly when he was born and when he died."

"Even his future direction and his future achievements..."

As he said this, the old man waved his hand in front of Yi Feng.

Suddenly.

Yi Feng discovered a different world.

He saw a black-clothed swordsman passing by with a layer of dark mist on his head.

The little girl on the other side had a red light on her head.

Of course, apart from this, most people's heads were relatively normal.

"The swordsman you saw will die within three days, and no one can save him. Because this is his fate!"

"And the little girl next to him will have unlimited achievements in the future."

The old man said at the right time.

Yi Feng was quite surprised.

He thought this old man was a charlatan, but he didn't expect that this old man was really a master.

"But I can't see through your fate!"

The old man raised his head and said again.

"And your fate that you can't see through may be mediocre throughout your life, but it may also be unimaginable."

"So, yours is often the highest ceiling."

"This is also what really excites me."

Yi Feng smiled. I

secretly said, old man, of course you can't see through it.

After I die, I will be an immortal person.

I have to say that this old man has a good eye.

. You provided the great god Feng Lingbei. You are already level 1000. The highest level outside is 30.