Wei Ranhei yawned, his voice getting lower and lower.
"Is it possible that Northern Wilderness has begun to divide and move towards discord?"
Wei Yinghuo asked strangely.
"It's impossible. As long as Suiyu and the Three Emperors are still together, there will be no discord in Beihuang."
Wei Ranhei said softly, "Those who are willing to resist don't even need Suiyu to make decisions. The snow will be destroyed the day after tomorrow."
"Then...what's going on? Father, please tell me directly. Yingluo's head is itching. Could it be that he wants to grow a brain?"
Wei Yinghuo scratched his head.
"Judging from the information you mentioned, this person is indeed very similar to Feng Lin, but Feng Lin did not go to Beihuang through us, nor did he pass through the two streams..."
Wei Ranhei was talking when he suddenly stopped.
"What's wrong, father?" Wei Yinghuo continued eating shrimp crackers.
"Yinghuo, if you have nothing to do, go to the Western Continent and try to find a man named Feng Lin to see if he is the one who saved you."
Wei Ranhei chuckled and said, "If so, it proves that there are more than two rushing streams in the Northern Wilderness. Other than that, I can't think of any other way for him to enter the Northern Wilderness."
"What? Are there other torrents?"
Wei Yinghuo's eyes widened.
"This is just a guess. We must first determine whether the person who saved you is Feng Lin."
Wei Ranhei said with a smile.
"Okay, Father, then I will go to the Western Continent to have a look."
Wei Yinghuo held the bag of snacks and walked out, "I remember his voice, and I also know that his silver needle is on his belt. If everything is correct, then he must be Lin Yi."
"Go on, I'm tired, let's take a rest."
Wei Ranhei lost his voice.
…
Feng Lin and Ye Yourong were still pressing the road.
He had already thought of all the helpers he could think of, but in the end he felt that they were all useless.
Feng Lin has only been here for more than a year and doesn't know many people.
There are only a few top masters.
Sun Zhizhi is the ninth level of perfection, but she is definitely not willing to offend the Sun Clan.
Of course, even if she wanted to go, Feng Lin would refuse.
He is also afraid that the other party will drag him down.
Except for Sun Zhizhi, a motley crew, the rest are all powerful.
The major forces are unwilling to offend the Sun Clan, mainly because they are afraid of their revenge.
Maybe the people who are helping are very powerful, but among their forces there are too many old, weak, women and children.
"Feng Lin, do you think there is any need to provoke a fight between the Sun Tribe and the Yin-Yang Crusaders?"
Ye Yourong said from the side.
"I have thought of it a long time ago, but this plan doesn't work. Think about it, why did the Yin Yang Crusaders cancel the wanted order for me?"
Feng Lin asked rhetorically.
"That's right. They don't care about you, they just want you to deal with the Sun Clan so they can't take action."
Ye Yourong nodded.
For the Yin Yang Crusaders, they will not kill the Sun Clan easily.
A simple provocation will not cause any big troubles unless something serious happens.
"However, you have reminded me that the Yin Yang Crusaders will not take action, but it does not mean that other forces will not take action."
Feng Lin rubbed his chin and thought, "Tell me, which force dares to take action against the Sun Clan?"
"No."
Ye Yourong shook his head.
"Grass!"
Feng Lin cursed secretly.
What happened this time was really not easy to handle.
"By the way, Feng Lin, why do you have to sacrifice what's close and seek what's far away? Just now there was a big sister you liked. She said she could help you and you were very happy. Let your big sister go!"
Ye Yourong suddenly put his hands behind his back and said in a strange tone.
"I know you are envious. As expected, women are all the same. The older ones have a good temper, while the younger ones are fierce and aggressive."
Feng Lin looked at Ye Yourong with a smile.
"Fart! I can be big too!"
Ye Yourong said dissatisfied.
"Yours is fake, others' is real."
Feng Lin can still distinguish this point clearly.
"You...are too lazy to talk to you!"
Ye Yourong put his hands behind his back and turned his face away.
"Look, it's obvious that you were the one who acted strangely in the first place, but you couldn't defeat me and ignored me. You are indeed extremely vicious."
Feng Lin continued.
"I...I'm not angry, I have a good temper."
Ye Yourong struggled to make a smile.
"Let's go and fight with me."
Feng Lin took Ye Yourong's arm and prepared to go to the Western Continent again.
He has nothing to do and kills a few more Spirit Steel troops.
Good things, the more the better.
The equipment of Linggang Military Explosion is a good thing.
Entering the Western Continent again, Feng Lin asked Ye Yourong to possess him, looking for traces of the surrounding battles.
After finding it, he immediately went into battle against the Spiritual Steel Army.
Since the ice can temporarily block the opponent's movements, the suppressive power of the Spiritual Steel Army on Feng Lin no longer exists.
…
Ten days have passed in the blink of an eye.
Feng Lin was about to go back. Counting the time, Qingqiu Yun should have already finished the steel needle.
"Feng Lin, why don't we go to Si Wujie's branch? There are so many spiritual steel army bodies, why not draw a prize."
Ye Yourong said on Feng Lin's back.
"It's okay, our team is still there anyway, don't give it up for free."
Feng Lin took a long detour this time and spent another day and a half before arriving at another branch.
After arriving here, he was surprised to find that everyone here was queuing up to win a lottery.
He looked at where Si Wujie was and found two people in their team.
He only remembered that the man was called Di Kun, but he didn't know the name of the other woman in black robe.
However, it seems that someone else has been added to the team.
Beside these two people, there was also a man in black robes.
"Team Feng Lin Shenxu! Add another body of the Spiritual Steel Army. Not bad. Let's draw a lottery."
Si Wujie pushed up his round sunglasses and showed a faint smile.
"etc!"
At this moment, Feng Lin shouted from a distance, "Our team is not finished yet."
Feng Lin took off the hat of the black robe, but Ye Yourong on his back was still covered tightly.
"Feng Lin?"
Long Feifeng in the black robe suddenly became nervous. If he knew, she was the woman he saved before.
That will definitely make you laugh at yourself.
Because this incident was so embarrassing, she didn't say a word to her two companions.
Si Wujie looked at Feng Lin and said, "I thought something happened to you. There has been no news for a long time."
"Senior has been worrying too much. He has been deep in the Western Continent and is too lazy to come back."
Feng Lin took out the space ring, and the body fell down with a clanking sound.
In the end, eight appeared.
Not only Long Feifeng, but also the other lottery winners in the distance were also fooled.
What the hell is going on?
This is the spiritual steel army that can fight with the sequence captain!
How come it's like jelly beans, you get a lot of them.
"Brother! You are so fierce! Eight!"
Di Kun was shocked and gave thumbs up repeatedly.
Long Feifeng didn't speak, she was extremely nervous at the moment.
"It's just good luck."
Feng Lin waved his hand carelessly.
"Feng Lin, these count as one of your second-generation spiritual steel armies, so you can also draw the prize, but for the rewards of the overall ranking, you only count your two first-generation spiritual steel armies. The rules cannot be changed, otherwise everyone will save them, and you will not be interested in the others.
People are unfair.”
Si Wujie said calmly.
"Okay, listen to senior."
Feng Lin didn't care. Anyway, it was a free reward, so it would be nice to have it.
"Come on, this box is the best. It contains the legendary ancient inherited skills. It depends on your luck."
Si Wujie pointed at the box and said.
"Hey, I've never had bad luck."
While Feng Lin was talking, he took out a ball, broke it open, and took out the note, "Fuck! The ancient inheritance technique!"
