Trust or distrust?

To be honest, if Cheng Feng cheats without sufficient strength, or if his prediction is inaccurate due to lack of strength, wouldn't he have to take another risk in vain?

Yangliu doesn't want to be a guinea pig.

Especially the dangers he has encountered before may now be encountered again.

So he hesitated.

Cheng Feng naturally knew what he was worried about.

To be honest, if it were him, he wouldn't agree.

However, sometimes people just need to gamble.

Cheng Feng smiled: "Since you are unwilling to give it a try due to many considerations, then I will go down to the river myself and show you.

You know, even if it is a G-level weird thing, it is still a condensation of power. If you break it down, you can separate it into parts.

In fact, this dark cloud in the spiritual world is not as scary as you think."

The weirdness of the separation is not so scary. This is an aspect that Yangliu has never touched upon.

Before he could think about it too much.

Cheng Feng moved.

He stretched out his generous palm, held up the glass column, and stared at the dark cloud that seemed to contain infinite power.

Then without much thought, he raised it above his head with the determination of a strong man breaking his wrist.

This is a power of ingestion that is visible to the naked eye.

The clouds are squirming crazily, like a crawling beast. In the next second, they can pounce on people to eat flesh and blood.

The strange power of the dark clouds in the spiritual world is a power that acts on the soul.

Therefore, it can ignore the golden nanmu to launch attacks and complete its rules.

Even if the golden nanmu can trap it.

Naturally, Cheng Feng would not let it absorb him into the spiritual space.

So when the ingestion power is activated, it destroys the power of the domain and condenses a pure force to compete with it.

Under a stalemate.

Yang Liu looked over and saw endless projections. He seemed to be able to see all living beings in the spiritual world at a glance.

The ice and snow that have not subsided all year round, the solid ice on the snow-capped mountains that has not melted for thousands of years, the mountain spoon flowers flying in the wind reveal their unique beauty... There are also countless wooden houses standing everywhere, and the footprints of spiritual people are hovering around the altar.

The spiritual god who claims to be the source of hope deceives his people with benefits that are so thin that they are almost invisible.

Holy songs are sung everywhere, but it is a pity that there is no shadow of holiness in this land.

Somehow, Yangliu shed tears.

I don’t know if it’s for myself or for the ridiculous spiritual man who has never seen freedom but prides himself on it.

Cheng Feng maintained a stalemate for three minutes.

He slowly let go of the dark clouds in the spiritual world, then withdrew his domain power and joked: "What? You were so moved by my selfless behavior that you actually greeted me with tears."

"I don't know why I'm crying, but it's not because of you."

Cheng Feng chuckled, "You must have seen something from the projection. In fact... if you want to understand the G-level weird spiritual space, you must also know the rules contained in any picture that the projection can bring to you.

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"Only by understanding it can we conquer it?"

"Yes, this rule applies to all weird things... even G-level weird things... are unimaginably difficult."

Yang Liu lowered his head, "If I had the strength of an instructor, I would definitely go in again..."

"You can indeed..." Cheng Feng nodded: "With the special nature of your weird power, it is much safer to enter the spiritual space than me... This is undeniable."

Yangliu didn't stay long before going out.

Cheng Feng, still staying inside, needs to do some maintenance work himself, which no one else can do for him.

This is part of the confidentiality work.

Yang Liu originally wanted to take a walk around, but unexpectedly ran into Wu Yue who was sitting on a stone chair and sunbathing.

She seemed a little curious as to why Yangliu was wandering around instead of discussing "academic issues about the spirit world" with instructor Cheng.

Well, it's just an academic question.

Wu Yue patted the stone chair and extended an invitation, "Would you like to sit for a while?"

Yangliu is naturally polite.

What's more, this is a rare opportunity to get close to a beautiful woman.

He sat down.

He looked sideways at Wu Yue.

As soon as he made eye contact, his eyes couldn't move away.

This woman once again made him feel a little fluttering in his heart.

Yangliu simply observed Wu Yue openly.

She has wavy hair that flutters in the wind, exuding a fragrance like mist, and has phoenix eyebrows like the moon, as if they are carefully carved by the sky.

A pair of beautiful eyes full of emotion, a straight nose, fragrant cheeks, cherry lips that exhale like orchid, goose egg cheeks are very beautiful, skin that can be broken by blowing is like frost and snow, and the figure is as delicate as water.

Luoshen.

Well, she just got interested in seeing the beauty. This beautiful woman who walked out of a picture made Yang Liu, who was about to become an adult, a little fascinated.

A graceful lady, a gentleman is a good man.

This is human nature.

Especially if they are both secret masters, they probably have the same interests and speak the same language.

Even though it was Yang Liu's wishful thinking, Wu Yue felt embarrassed by him and pretended to be angry: "Why are you always looking at me? It's like you haven't seen a woman in many years."

"Hey, it's Meng Lang."

"How was it? Did you gain anything from being with Instructor Cheng?"

Willow leaned back on the stone chair and stroked its mottled lines, "It can be said that there is a harvest, and it seems to be true that there is no harvest."

Wu Yue snorted softly, "Aren't you just trying to fool someone? I don't want to hear it yet!"

Yang Liu just smiled and didn't speak.

Wu Yue looked around and said with a smile: "The weather, the big trees, the green grass, the flowers... gave me some ideas for painting."

"Can you draw?"

"Um."

"Then show your hands."

Wu Yue glanced at the grass in the distance and laughed dryly, "Then you should keep an eye on it."

She waved her hand, and the strange power gathered into a pen, a large drawing board, and a piece of crystal white paper.

Seeing Yang Liu's surprised look, she said playfully: "I forgot to tell you, I am a secret master of ink painting, and I never use physical tools for painting."

I saw her straightening the drawing board, stroking the paper, and concentrating on describing the scenery in front of her in detail.

I first sketched it with plain ink, and the brush strokes were as smooth as clouds and flowing water. Maybe I was inspired, and I didn't even notice that the paint had stained my clothes.

The warmth of the paper and fingertips seemed to blend together, and the paintbrush in the girl's hand played in the warm orange light.

She pursed her lips, and her eyebrows were full of seriousness.

It was as if at this moment, everything about her was on this drawing board.

From shallow to deep, with delicate outlines, her soul is in a grand carnival at this moment.

The warm sun shines on her delicate face, and the mottled shadows and ink marks on the paper become interesting.

The pen was still written without any hesitation, but the ancient wolf-hair pen was written by delicate hands as white as jade.

The figure in the painting paints the scene in the painting.

The breeze is tasteless and the youth is dull, as if she and the painting in her hand are the only colors in the world.
Chapter completed!