"Mr. Lan, what should we do? If a battlefield is to be opened here, we people will have a lot of work in the future."
Ji Guangling took off the sunglasses he was wearing.
"That kid Fengchen didn't know what he threw in there back then, and I couldn't get in touch with him on the phone."
Lan He took another sip of wolfberry water and stared at the boiling water, wondering if it was because of that thing.
"That kid has just entered the ninth level. He should be pretending to be beeping on another battlefield with a few of his friends."
Ji Guangling put his trouser pockets in and smiled.
"By the way, when you talked about those brats, I thought of a person, Xuanyuan Pengju. He might know something."
Lan He said this and took out his mobile phone from his body.
"Mr. Lan knows the news about the Xuanyuan family?"
Ji Guangling smiled awkwardly, "I have been in contact with them before, but they didn't abandon me. Later I went to look for them and found that they had moved."
"This is the age gap. Who made you, kid, progress so quickly? Who is at the same level as you and isn't dozens or hundreds of years older than you?"
Lan He pointed at Ji Guangling's ripped jeans and the second-rate guy's floral shirt, "Looking at what you're wearing, I don't want to stand with you either."
This kind of estrangement is not only experienced by the ancient martial arts community, but also by ordinary people.
When I was a child, I didn't understand the conversation between adults and couldn't get in the conversation.
When I grow up, I know enough to talk to these uncles.
But there are still barriers between the two sides, and they are never in the same circle.
"I'm only over a hundred years old. Compared with you, I'm still a baby."
Ji Guangling smiled and spread his hands, "Besides, that guy Feng Chen is younger than me."
"I have forgotten that this kid is just like you back then, always outside the rules summarized by predecessors."
Lan He glanced at his phone and said to it, "Pengju, I need you to come over for something."
…
Feng Lin drove and rushed to Fengshan without stopping.
Fengshan is connected to Lanhejia in Jiang City, which can save nearly 100 kilometers of distance.
"Boss, what happened? My original plan was to travel with you for two more days."
This time Liu Nian grabbed the co-pilot's seat and asked strangely.
"Something big happened, and I can't explain the details."
Feng Lin stared ahead and rushed back.
They set off after lunch.
After a long circuit in the south of the Yangtze River, it was already dusk when we arrived at Fengshan.
Come to the top of the mountain.
Feng Lin got out of the car and loaded it into the space ring.
Xu Ruoying followed him and asked eagerly: "Do you need my help?"
"No need for now, I'll let you know if anything happens."
Feng Lin walked to his villa, "The location is in Jiang City, not far away."
On the roof of the villa, Bai Wu and Ailian were sitting on it chatting.
Feng Lin just said hello and walked into the villa.
Chi Qiaoqiao and Wen Mo are playing games.
Jin Xiaotu crossed his legs and lay on the sofa looking at his mobile phone.
Zhao Qingqing was holding a laptop and working at work.
Jinguji Qiuhui and Zhang Kuang left.
"shameless!"
Chi Qiaoqiao mumbled when she noticed Feng Lin was back.
"Fuck! Who are you talking about?"
Feng Lin held Chi Qiaoqiao's head.
"Talking about you! You smoked that kind of stuff in broad daylight, and you even lied to Xiaotu that Xu Ruoying was poisoned."
Chi Qiaoqiao put down her phone, her face full of displeasure.
Bai Wu also puffed out his mouth and said nothing.
They are all self-aware of themselves.
Even if Feng Lin wants to do that kind of thing to them, it doesn't matter.
Isn't this bullying?
Xu Ruoying was still in silence and Feng Lin's nervousness.
Hearing this, her pretty face turned red.
"You...you told others about this?"
Xu Ruoying was so angry that she immediately covered her face and ran upstairs.
The dignity of my own wife!
"Good guy, boss, I think too, mine must be sweeter than hers."
Liu Nian grabbed Feng Lin's arm in dissatisfaction.
"Get out of here, uncle!"
GuFeng Lin pushed Liu Nian away, came to the sofa, and put his arms around Jin Xiaotu's neck, "I'm so embarrassed, right? You swore... you're not that Jin Xiaotu?"
"That's right! That Jin Xiaotu swore, what does it have to do with me, Jin Xiaotu?"
Jin Xiaotu slightly raised the corners of his mouth.
Feng Lin, this bastard, is too wretched. Of course he should be told about such things to embarrass him.
Zhao Qingqing, who was looking at the computer, secretly looked up at Feng Lin.
Everything seems to be true.
"If there was nothing wrong with me, I would definitely give you a beating."
Feng Lin pinched Jin Xiaotu's cheek and walked quickly towards the formation plate.
…
After arriving in Jiang City.
He headed to the mountain peak behind Jiangshi University.
Suddenly, he spotted two acquaintances.
Xuanyuan Pengju and Xuanyuan Erya.
"Senior, Erya!"
Feng Lin walked over with a smile.
"Feng Lin? Long time no see."
Xuanyuan Erya held a long wooden box and ran over excitedly.
She is still as youthful and beautiful as ever.
Although like Xu Ruoying, they both have a single ponytail.
However, her ponytail is much shorter, only 20 centimeters, chic and neat, with a heroic feeling.
"Let's go there together."
Xuanyuan Pengju touched his beard and looked at Feng Lin.
"good."
Feng Lin nodded.
As Xuanyuan Pengju walked, he looked at Feng Lin. Last time he heard from his son that this boy would dare to fight against the Xu family of the eighth level Dacheng.
This thing can be called a miracle.
The Xu family's mysterious alchemy, the eighth level is fully capable of competing with the ninth level.
It is equivalent to Feng Lin being able to survive a ninth level offensive.
This is simply unprecedented and unprecedented.
If Erya was really interested in him, he would decide to match her up.
The entrance to the ruins in the distance.
Ji Guangling and Lan He stood over there.
"Senior Xuanyuan, I haven't seen you for many years."
Ji Guangling smiled and cupped his hands.
"Well, the former genius now has the characteristics of an old man. Even his clothes are still so flashy."
Xuanyuan Pengju said calmly.
"People will always grow old, but my heart never grows old."
Ji Guangling smiled and glanced at Feng Lin, "Are you here too?"
"kindness."
Feng Lin agreed.
"Come in, everyone."
Lan He looked at everyone with a smile, turned around and walked towards the ruins.
Feng Lin and others followed.
A few people stood not far from the other side of the stream, looking at the rolling and splashing yellow spring water, and they were all lost in thought.
"Pengju, what do you think?"
After Lan He finished speaking, he drank the wolfberry water in one gulp.
"Based on these alone, we can't be sure."
Xuanyuan Peng looked at the spring water and shook his head.
"That boy Feng Chen once threw something into it. The boiling last time must be related to that thing."
Lan He said from the side, "Do you know what it is?"
"My son told me that it is the Eye of God." Xuanyuan Pengju said.
"What? The Eye of God has so much energy?"
Feng Lin remembered that the treasures here were related to the things guarded by the ghosts.
According to Dad and Han Shuhai, it is not a treasure, but a curse.
"This Eye of God is different from the others. I will take it out for you and you will understand."
Xuanyuan Pengju looked at Xuanyuan Erya, "Take out the best sword in our village."
