The inside of the stream was like a swamp, and Feng Lin couldn't seem to lift his hand.
Then there were attacks from all directions.
That weird power kept hitting Feng Lin's body, causing his body to surge.
I remember that the rush before lasted for only tens of seconds.
But this torrent lasted for several minutes.
As expected, things like rushing water are different from each other.
Suddenly, Feng Lin felt dizzy in his head.
At this moment, he felt like he was head down and his legs were up.
He knew it was done.
So he turned his body and swam upward.
thump!
Feng Lin jumped out of the rushing water and landed on a stone.
Surrounding him were several women, all staring at the location of the stream.
One of them was wearing a red dress, with bright eyes and white teeth, and a single ponytail tied with a red rope.
The center of her eyebrows shone with the green light of a four-leaf clover pattern.
This person is none other than Mu Qiuwan.
"Feng Lin?"
Mu Qiuwan thought that a big shot from the Immortal Palace was coming, but unexpectedly it was Feng Lin who came.
"Hahaha! Mu Qiuwan, long time no see!"
Feng Lin said hello with a smile.
He looked not far away and saw the shrine here. There were bells hanging on the corners of the building.
Under the breeze, it makes a crisp sound.
Feng Lin took a deep breath and finally came back.
"You're actually at level seven."
Mu Qiuwan already knew about Feng Lin from Sangpao.
"Yes, I have already said hello to Senior Lu Yan."
While Feng Lin was talking, Yaoyao also jumped out.
Mu Qiu was so late that she didn't react at all. Even if she didn't say hello, she wouldn't stop Feng Lin from rushing here.
Of course, there is no way to stop it.
"By the way, I also want to thank you."
As Mu Qiuwan spoke, he took out a golden sword from the space ring and said, "Thank you for the spiritual steel."
"You're welcome, we are all our own people."
Feng Lin turned around, looked at the violently rolling torrent, and frowned, "Why don't you come out yet?"
"have no idea."
Yaoyao was also a little puzzled, "Is something going to happen?"
"As long as it's level seven or above, nothing will happen."
Mu Qiuwan said from the side, "If the other party can't bear the impact, they can jump out again."
"Then just wait."
While Feng Lin was talking, he took out his cell phone.
Various ding-dong sounds came over, whether they were text messages or various messages, they all exceeded ninety-nine.
Feng Lin sat on the stone, preparing to clean up the text messages first.
There were many advertisements, but Feng Lin felt a little sad when he looked at the time.
More than a year has passed in a strange land.
If you think about it carefully, it doesn't seem like that long.
In the final analysis, it’s all about the journey, and it’s all spent on the journey.
Going to a place can take at least a few days or up to half a month.
Including back and forth, it takes a month or two.
In this year, Feng Lin traveled through a large area of the alien land.
From the Eastern Continent, to the Mid-Continent, to the Western Continent, there are also the Northern Continent and the Northern Wasteland.
Been to all of these.
Just the distance traveled, I don’t know how long it took.
After cleaning up some advertising text messages, Feng Lin found Xu Ruoying's text messages.
"Feng Lin, I have entered the second level of Dacheng!"
"Feng Lin, it's Chinese New Year, don't worry about you, I'm taking the others to the village to see grandpa."
"Feng Lin, I have reached the third level of Dacheng!"
"Feng Lin, my name has been fully established. Today I met a fifth-level Dacheng. When he learned that I was an invisible shadow, he turned around and ran away."
…
Feng Lin looked at Xu Ruoying's text message and felt a little sad.
This stinky woman has never been so close together.
After he left, he even started to play the romance of diary.
He opened several other people's text messages, which were similar to Xu Ruoying's diary text messages.
Zhao Qingqing only sent greetings to Feng Lin during the festival.
Feng Lin also knew her. She must have a lot to say, but she probably didn't say too much because she was afraid of annoying Feng Lin.
Jinguji Akihui, like Xu Ruoying, treats text messages as a diary.
Feng Lin was quite touched at first, but when he saw Liu Nian's text message, he became so angry that he wanted to go over and beat her up now.
Everyone is expressing how much they miss them.
All Liu Nian sent was:
"Boss, someone chased me today, but I refused on the spot."
"Boss, there is another person chasing me today, and I even said that I have a husband."
…
After seeing these text messages, Feng Lin was too lazy to continue reading.
He cleared WeChat again.
I found that except for a few people around me.
Jiang Banxia, Lan Rou, Du Qingyu, Mu Xiaoyu, Tang Qianqian, Wang Linger and others have all sent messages to Feng Lin.
What is surprising is that the celebrity fiancée who quit, Wen Renxi, also sent a happy new year during the Chinese New Year last year.
At this moment, there was a sound coming, and Ye Yourong finally appeared from inside.
Feng Lin noticed that Ye Yourong's face was a little pale and asked strangely: "Are you okay? What took you so long?"
"I don't know either, it's nothing serious."
Ye Yourong breathed out.
"Since there's nothing wrong, let's go back."
Feng Lin bid farewell to Mu Qiuwan and took the two of them away from the ruins.
This is a girls' school in the island country. Feng Lin left smoothly under the guidance of a teacher.
"Ah! Familiar yet strange."
Feng Lin looked at the tall buildings in the distance and smiled.
"Where do we go next?"
Ye Yourong was not surprised. She had been here a few years ago.
"Go to the embassy here and ask them to send us back to the country, but before that..."
Feng Lin first called Feng Jedi.
After a while, a voice came from over there, "Hello."
"Master! It's me!"
Feng Lin said with a smile, "I'm at level seven and I'm back!"
Hearing this voice over there, there was a pause for five or six seconds.
"Hahaha!"
A hearty smile came from Feng Jedi, "It seems that I won this bet."
"What's wrong?"
Feng Lin asked strangely.
"I made a bet with my friend. I believe you can come back within two years. He said it's absolutely impossible."
Feng Jue said with a smile.
"Sir, do you really believe me? From the fifth level to the seventh level in two years, you really dare to bet." Feng Lin shook his head with a smile.
"You are my grandson, of course I believe it. If the stakes weren't a bit high, I would have said it for a year."
Feng Juedi smiled and said, "Okay, let's take some time to come home and have a look."
"Well, I'll hang up first."
After Feng Lin hung up, he called Ji Guangling's number.
But it didn't get through.
"Maybe I'm busy. Forget it, let's go to the embassy first."
Feng Lin put away his cell phone and led the two of them on their way.
…
Jiangyou.
Outside Eagle City.
In the hinterland of the mountains, two figures emerged from a narrow crack in the cliff.
These two people were all wearing white military uniforms.
It is the Yin Yang Crusade.
On the mountain peak opposite the stone seam, Ji Guangling sat on the stone with his legs crossed and wearing sunglasses.
Beside him is Zheng Wenjie.
Lao Zheng's face looked very moist recently. He looked into the distance, frowned and said, "Do you want to stop them?"
"No, although this is the outskirts of the country, fighting with the captain-level Yin-Yang Crusaders will affect a large number of surrounding residents."
Ji Guangling smiled and shook his head.
The ruins in the distance are the annual spiritual place.