Having said that, Ya Fei and other elves here are definitely more useful than Emperor Mu in dealing with the strange power in Fengyun's body.
Emperor Mu had a lot of thoughts in his mind. What the Golden Lion said was right, and he knew it very well, but...
Looking deeply at Feng Yun who was caught in the halo, Emperor Mu clenched his fist tightly.
After a while, his fingertips suddenly made a few quick strokes in the air, then he returned his hand and held a message jade piece and threw it to Ya Fei who was aside: "Look at her for me."
After saying that, after giving Feng Yun a deep look, Mu Huang turned around and left.[
Things in Nanyuan were too complicated and he had to go back.
If he didn't have the confidence that Feng Yun would go to Nanyuan in the past, now that he has that confidence, Feng Yun will definitely go to him after absorbing it.
Then, he should go back and eliminate everything he hates.
Like lightning, he turned around and disappeared into the sky.
Yafei leaned against the tree, looking at Emperor Mu who was walking very resolutely, and looking at the jade piece in his hand: "Why does he think I will pass it on for him?"
The golden lion was sleeping while hugging a branch, and said lazily: "If you don't pass it on, just throw it away. Just think he has misjudged the person."
Yafei frowned when he heard this and took back the jade piece he was about to throw away.
It's not that he wants to help Mu Huang pass it on, but that he is a good person and a good person, that's it.
The wind blew through the treetops, and the wind and clouds were quietly wrapped in a crimson halo.
The formless mind method taught by the Golden Lion is constantly running in the body.
Layer by layer, consumption and absorption.
With the huge spiritual power of the Soul of Grass, Fengyun knew that her Formless Technique was also growing rapidly and began to move towards the second level.
Time flies, sometimes fast and sometimes slowly, and in the blink of an eye it is already March.
The Elf Forest was in full swing, and many elves gathered in a circle in front of the palace, smiling and watching the fun.
In the middle of the field, Lin Qiong, Feng Yang, Principal Mo Yan, and the other three people were being beaten all over, and they were squealing.
"Ouch, my old bones..."
"Oh, my tender bones..."
Principal Mo Yan and Feng Yang yelled and scurried away with their heads in their hands.
Lin Qiong on the side also suffered a bruise and swollen eyes, but she still managed to deal with it with some method.[
The golden lion looked on and shook his head silently.