Without any explanation, Suning took out five bright yellow talismans.
Shao Fei was stunned for a moment, then waved his hands with a somewhat unnatural expression: "You can keep it for use, I have no shortage of life-saving cards."
"You have the guts to give it, but I don't have the guts to take it."
"If Master knows about this, good fellow, three years of staring at the wall and thinking about it will be indispensable."
"I don't want to be punished all alone in the back mountains. That would be a shame."
After that, he used his Dream Boat, transformed into Suning, and said, "You have the spiritual seeds planted by Master in your body. It is indeed safer for Yuhe to follow you than to follow me."
"Junior brother, take care."
"Whoosh."
Driven by the immortal power, the dream boat headed straight to the east.
It was fleeting and disappeared under the vast white mist.
Suning looked at Shao Fei's retreating figure, his eyes silent, lingering for a long time.
No one knew what he was thinking, and no one heard him talking to himself like he was dreaming.
"Such Immortal..."
Cautiously, Yu He said: "Shao Xianchang's tea set is still with me, he..."
Halfway through his words, Suning turned around and interrupted: "Let's go."
"Buzz buzz."
The defensive formation was activated again, and Meng Xingzhou turned around and headed west.
However, what Suning didn't expect was that not long after he left, Shao Fei, who had left before him, actually returned the same way and landed directly in the leafy mountains below.
"You're not that old, but you're very thoughtful."
"Oh, you still know how to test me."
Yawning, Shao Fei put away his dream boat with a lazy smile, his face gradually becoming distorted.
From twisted to ferocious, then to blur.
The next moment, he found an open space and sat down, his appearance restored to its original appearance.
An old face, a saggy face, and a black mole with white hair on the bridge of his nose.
If you don’t pretend to be real, don’t be proud, who is it?
"Don't be hasty, don't be hasty, this spring and autumn dream has just begun. I have plenty of time to play with you, and plenty of time to verify Jiang Linan's life and death."
"The girl next to you is, well, the Lord of Ancestral Dragons."
"Senior brother, senior brother, where did you find this peerless monster?"
"There is Jiang Lin'an in the front, and there is the mysterious woman behind."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, there is a successor to the Wen Palace, why do you need me, an old man, to be so busy?"
With emotion in his heart, he found a comfortable position with his back against the big tree, lay down and said, "We are both of the highest quality, so there shouldn't be any ranking."
"How could I know that the dharma powers derived from the Life Tree and the Origin Dragon are too heaven-defying and cannot be compared with other dharma powers."
"One is a born saint, and the other is a spiritual freak who ignores bottlenecks."
"In the sixteen great worlds, if these two people account for 90% of the opportunities, the remaining eight great Dharma signs will account for at most 40%."
"And I wait..."
With a bitter taste in his mouth, he put his hands around the back of his head, looked into the endless void through the narrow gaps between the branches and leaves, and said, "I don't even have a 10% chance."
"Jiang Lin'an still drank his hatred and ended up in Taixu Mountain. Compared with him, what are we, a bunch of drunkards and rice sacks?"
Sentimental, wandering eyes.
As if something suddenly occurred to him, he braced himself and shouted loudly: "Black pimple..."
"Eh."
In the silent jungle, a big black donkey splattered with mud and water sprang out.
