"Yes, that's what it means, so we are forced to take this path."
Wei Sheng Fanxing said, "There are still many masters who, like our ancestors, feel that our ancestors belong to Yan and Huang and are willing to stand with China."
"Does your ancestor think the same way?" Feng Lin asked.
"If it weren't for the pressure from our ancestors, our country, Weisheng, might have severed ties with China long ago."
Wei Shengyun said from the side.
Feng Lin put his trouser pockets in and said with a smile: "I understand, no wonder the Sun Clan wants to kill you."
"Brother Feng, what do you mean?"
Wei Shengyun asked strangely.
"Do you need to say more? If you two die, the one who takes over will be your boss."
Feng Lin explained without thinking, "If you don't die, your ancestor will probably pass on his position to you and let you inherit his will."
Wei Shengyun took a breath, "That's right! We were in full swing at that time and had no treasures, and they suddenly attacked us!"
"It seems that all this is planned."
Wei Sheng Fanxing sneered, "No wonder Wei Sheng Fu would find a reason to leave first, just to let us in. I didn't expect that in order to seize the seat, he would even kill his siblings."
Feng Lin did not go further into this matter.
He probably guessed that the boss might also want to kill him.
Before, he and Lao Si fought against Jincheng, but Jincheng didn't discover Feng Lin's true identity.
But after running out and walking around for a while, he came back and revealed Feng Lin's identity.
Apparently he was instructed by someone.
Boom!
At this moment, the earth began to tremble violently and the ground cracked.
The wide cracks continue to spread into the distance.
Feng Lin and others all appeared in the air.
"Brother Feng, what happened?"
Wei Shengyun now admires Feng Lin and feels that Feng Lin knows everything.
Feng Lin looked down at the expanding crack below and said in a deep voice: "Something is coming out from below, and that thing is the formation eye."
"Ouch!"
In the crack below, there was a sudden low cry.
Click!
The crack below was suddenly opened, revealing a snow-white snake head.
The head is as big as a millstone.
There is a pair of horns on the snake's head, like sharp blades.
It looks like a dragon but not a dragon, and looks like a snake but not a snake.
Rumble!
The moment its head was exposed, its huge body emerged from the cracks in the ground and soared straight into the sky.
It is completely white, nearly fifty meters long, and as wide as an ox's body, hovering in the sky.
"This is...snow dragon!"
The eyes of Micro Stars, which had been squinting slightly, were widened.
In her eyes, there was the golden cross of the Light Clan.
The eyes are also sky blue.
It has to be said that the eyes are the windows to the soul. Whether a face is beautiful or not depends on the eyes.
She had been squinting her eyes all the time, which made people look very uncomfortable.
Now with these big sky blue eyes, my appearance instantly improves.
Feng Lin crossed his arms and said that there was also a small white snake in the ruins over there.
I just don’t know if it has come out of the ice now.
"call!"
While several people were staring at the snow dragon, the snow dragon opened its big mouth and blew air around.
Visible white frost spewed from its mouth.
In the blink of an eye, the surrounding ruins turned into a snow-white world.
Feng Lin felt the sudden drop in temperature, raised his head and stared at the snow dragon floating in the sky, and asked, "Have you seen this race?"
"I have seen him before, but the other person was in human form, and there was no conflict."
Wei Sheng Fanxing looked at Feng Lin, "I met him in Beihuang."
"Beihuang? Have you been to Beihuang?"
Feng Lin asked in surprise.
"At the invitation of the Yin Yang Crusaders, I followed others to the Northern Wilderness to kill the enemy. I just came back a month ago."
Weisheng Fanxing smiled bitterly, "We suffered heavy losses this time. We didn't expect there to be so many powerful races in the Northern Wasteland."
"Oh? What are their races?"
Feng Lin kept staring at the snow dragon in the distance.
Although I know that it is a formation eye, usually this kind of formation eye transmits some messages.
Feng Lin had no intention of taking action before it took action.
"In the last battle, we met a Jiuli clan member who was ridiculously strong. He was only at the eighth level, but he could compete with the perfect ninth level."
Weisheng Fanxing smiled bitterly, "I've long heard about the power of the Jiuli clan, but I didn't expect them to be that strong."
"Jiuli tribe?"
Feng Lin suddenly froze. He turned his head suddenly and looked at the microscopic stars, "You said that the eighth-level Jiuli tribe was discovered in Beihuang?"
"Yes, what's wrong?"
Wei Sheng Fan Xing asked strangely.
"Male or female? What do they look like?"
Feng Lin suppressed the excitement in his body.
"The woman is taller than me, about 1.8 meters tall. She has silver hair and is very beautiful."
Wei Sheng Fanxing recalled.
Feng Lin clenched his fists hard and reached the eighth level.
When Chi Jinghong first entered Benliu, he was at the seventh level, and now it is entirely possible to enter the eighth level.
Coupled with this height, there is a high probability that it is her.
"She...is she in good shape?"
Feng Lin gestured with his hand, "It's so big in front."
"Good guy! Brother Feng, you don't know her, do you?"
Wei Shengyun next to him said with a smile, "But it's normal. We descendants of Yanhuang and the Jiuli tribe are mortal enemies. Maybe you have met them before."
There was something wrong with Wei Sheng Fanxing's face, "She is wearing armor. I don't know her figure, but judging from the curvature of the armor, she should be about the same."
"good!"
Feng Lin pumped his fists excitedly, feeling full of strength all over his body.
He felt that now that he met Jincheng, he could challenge him in a duel.
Although we don’t know how Chi Jinghong ended up in Beihuang, we know that she is still alive.
Feng Lin's hanging heart finally dropped.
"Brother Feng, you seem very happy?"
Wei Shengyun asked doubtfully, "Aren't the Jiuli tribe enemies?"
"She is my wife. She came here before me. There has been no news. I thought something happened to her, but she was in Beihuang."
Feng Lin didn't bother to explain too much, so he used his wife to excuse him.
"It stands to reason that the Jiuli Clan cannot pass through the headquarters of the Yin Yang Crusaders. They should have flowed in from another side in the Northern Wasteland."
The microscopic stars thought.
"What? A different flow leading to the Northern Wasteland?"
Feng Lin was so shocked that his jaw dropped.
He knew that the place where Chi Jinghong went to rush to was in Jiang City.
That rushing stream is guarded by Lanhe.
I can't go there for the time being, but if I let my father and the others go there, won't I be able to see my mother?
"There are two different streams in the Northern Wasteland, both under the control of the Yin Yang Crusaders."
Wei Sheng Fanxing explained, "Under normal circumstances, Beihuang defends the battle, but whenever Beihuang takes the initiative to attack, it must be for the other side, although they fail every time."
"Active attack..."
Feng Lin thought of his mother.
Perhaps in the previous active attack, my mother had passed through the alien current.
