The wind blows freely in mid-air, sometimes hovering, sometimes low, sometimes rising, sometimes extending, it is such a free and easy, a wisp of breeze drifts away, but it does not blow a strand of hair, bring up a sleeve, and no one is aware of its existence. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The wind seems to float endlessly, without a fixed goal, but gradually drifts away, never to return.

Suddenly, a barrier appeared in front of him, but a cultivator suddenly walked onto the path of the wind, blocking this track that led to no apparent direction. Just when such a question arose in his heart, the wind seemed to sense the obstacle in front of him, and without warning, suddenly, he made a ninety-degree right-angle turn and floated past the cultivator.

"Whew, I almost bumped into it, let's be safe!" As the only existence that witnessed and was able to witness the scene just now, Feng Chen couldn't help but pinch a cold sweat in his heart, and quickly raised the wind floating in the group of cultivators again.

The reason why Fang Cai had such a situation was because Feng Chen had finally mastered the skill of wind transmission, and he was a little too excited for a while, bringing the sound that is, the wind back to the group of cultivators, intending to try a difficult advance.

But the result was that before he had walked a few meters, the gust of wind almost broke and sank into the sand, and fell on the back of a certain cultivator.

Realizing that he was still not very mature, and his control of the wind was not so perfect, in order not to trouble the cold tomb once, and in order to prevent the news from leaking inadvertently, Fengchen felt that it was better to be safer, so he raised the wind into the air.

It's not high, but it's just as empty, except for the occasional few flying birds, and there's rarely anything in the way. So the wind can drift freely and without worrying about certain problems.

With fewer obstacles, the speed of manipulating the wind has also been greatly improved. Although there was a distance of three or four miles from the four people of Zhao Cheng, under the speed of the wind, this distance was negligible.

1,000 meters, 900 meters。。。。。 The distance continued to shrink, and seeing it, this breeze would sweep over the empty sky and successfully reach the destination: Zhao Cheng's ear, bringing the words of the cold tomb to the other party and bringing the news here.

As if he had seen the arrival of this scene, Fengchen's face finally showed a smile, and it was quickly seen by several other people who had been paying attention to his expression, and he was also relieved in his heart: It seems that there is no problem!

It's just that they haven't waited for long to feel at ease, and suddenly, the expression on Fengchen's face tensed again, but it made the hearts of the few people who had relaxed lift up again. They didn't know exactly what was going on, but they were able to grasp something through Feng Chen's expression: Feng Chen's transmission seemed to have encountered something wrong.

That's right, Fengchen has encountered a problem, and it is a problem with some egg pain. It's not that there are obstacles on the track of progress again, it's not that the wind and dust are exhausted and the beginning is not enough, and it's not that the sound of the wind is discovered and immediately blocked.

This time, the question can be said to make Fengchen a little helpless, and it appeared on the recipients of this transmission: Zhao Cheng and the four people.

The four of Zhao Cheng now prefer to die or die, and each of them is surrounded by several other unrelated cultivators, talking and laughing, not realizing that their current posture just blocked the road for wind and dust to pass the wind.

Even if only one of the four people comes out alone, Fengchen can transmit the voice to him, but now Fengchen, even that person can't be found. The four of them were all firmly surrounded, and the wind and dust they watched were inexplicable and helpless.

"What can I do now, wait for them to disperse?" Fengchen's brows furrowed more and more, but he never saw any signs of Zhao Cheng and the four of them dispersing from the group of cultivators. Because just relying on his divine sense, Fengchen didn't know what the four of Zhao Cheng were talking about with the cultivators around them now, so he couldn't predict how long this conversation would last.

The wind hovered over the heads of the four people helplessly, but he couldn't find a suitable opportunity to cut into the ears of the four people, so he could only float from here to there like a lonely ghost, and then float back again, waiting for the opportunity.

"Either keep waiting, or just fight, right?" After circling for a while, Fengchen couldn't find a better way to solve the problem in front of him, and there were only two options left for Fengchen: continue or stay.

couldn't help but glance at the cold tomb and cast an inquiring look, only to find that the latter still maintained his previous posture, his eyes were firmly looking straight ahead, so that the gaze cast by Feng Chen was useless, and naturally he couldn't get the answer he wanted.

It's just, "Just this gesture, the answer has already appeared!" A strange smile appeared on Fengchen's face.

Leng Tomb's posture couldn't be clearer, even if Fengchen failed this time, it didn't matter, he would continue to assist Fengchen.

"Since you said so, then I don't want to give it a try, I'm really sorry for the retreat you left me!"

Then, the gust of wind completely changed its trajectory, following the trajectory paved by the divine sense, all the way down, directly hitting the target. And the target chosen by Fengchen was none other than Zhao Cheng, who happened to be under the wind, who was still talking and laughing at the moment.

"It's going to disperse?!" The wind went all the way down, I don't know if the order came too suddenly, or the manipulation of the wind and dust was a little weakened, but just half of the way, the wind that had originally condensed into one began to show signs of dissipation.

"Get up!" didn't dare to take it lightly, the wind and dust had to temporarily stop the wind that was rushing away, and a whirlwind drifted back into the sky again. It's just that the wind that dispersed was uncontrollable after all, and a few traces leaked out and fell to the cultivator's ears.

"Hmm, have you heard any sounds!" A breeze suddenly blew in his ears, but a cultivator felt a sudden voice appear in his ears, and couldn't help but confirm with his companions around him, including Zhao Cheng.

"Is there a sound? I didn't hear it!" "What's the sound, you kid wasn't last night, hahahaha!" The companions beside him denied it one after another, and some even began to laugh at this cultivator, but Zhao Cheng didn't say a word.

"Zhao Cheng, did you hear any sound?" Directly ignoring the ridicule of his companions, the cultivator asked Zhao Cheng, who had not spoken, with a hint of anticipation flashing in his eyes. In his opinion, Zhao Cheng was silent, perhaps because he also heard this voice.

Unfortunately, "I—I didn't hear any sound!" Zhao Cheng's answer disappointed him, and when he raised his head, he immediately shook it, denying that he had heard any sound. "Really, then what are you doing with your head down, I thought you were the same as me!" the cultivator said with some dissatisfaction, and punched Zhao Cheng: this feeling of disappointed expectations made him a little unhappy.

"Ren Zhao Cheng just lowered his head casually, who made you think about it yourself?" The companions began to attack the cultivator again.

Looking at the appearance of the cultivators mocking each other, Zhao Cheng didn't participate, just smiled on the side, but muttered in his heart: "What was that sound just now? It seems to be a bit like the little brother of the cold tomb, but it's so far away!"

Thinking in his heart, Zhao Cheng couldn't help but turn his head to look at Fengchen and his party, and after confirming that the distance was indeed so far, he couldn't help but shake his head and said: "At this distance, the spiritual power transmission will definitely not be able to transmit, and the voice just now was heard by others, definitely not!"

"But," denied this idea, Zhao Cheng was a little puzzled: "But if it weren't for the spiritual power transmission, it wouldn't be an auditory hallucination! After all, I am not the only one who hears this voice, and it can only be one person who wants to hallucinate!"

Zhao Cheng has always been very clear about the location of Fengchen and the others. Because the wind and dust have never moved, and after the arrival of the Celestial Mercenary Group, it has attracted the attention of the cultivators, and Zhao Cheng has always paid attention to it.

Originally, after seeing the contact between the Celestial Elephant Mercenary Group and Aochen, Zhao Cheng probably knew that the two sides would definitely talk about the previous issue, and he thought about going over directly to confirm it now. It's just that before he could walk over, Zhao Cheng was immediately stopped by Lian Kuo. But the reason is: now in the past, I am afraid that others will think that they have cooperated with the Proud Celestial Phenomenon.

This was a reason for Zhao Cheng to stop, and instead began to walk in a farther direction, chatting with more cultivators.

And most of these cultivators who talked to Zhao Cheng had never known each other before, and they had only heard of their reputation a few times. The reason why these people were chosen was also to better confuse the public and create an illusion: Zhao Cheng and the four of them were constantly making friends with these cultivators or groups of cultivators who were famous recently or in the past, in order to obtain a relatively favorable situation in the upcoming exploration of the ruins.

"Can't you see it over there?" Attention has been wandering on Fengchen and Zhao Cheng's four people, as soon as Zhao Cheng turned around, Wang Ruochen suddenly found out, and whispered a little excitedly, thinking that Fengchen had successfully conveyed the message.

It's just that, "Eldest sister, you tap your voice, he hasn't done it yet!" Shi Yu's words suddenly made Wang Ruochen's warm heart cool down by half: Fengchen still maintained his original movements, and the expression on his face was still not so optimistic.

This is also because the distance between the two sides is too far, and the distance of three or four miles is completely unclear on mortals. And even if it was a cultivator, he could only see that the other party had turned his head, but the expression on his specific face was in the clouds.

"Perhaps, it was a special means of sound transmission just now?, but because it was too close to other people, there was no way to accurately transmit it?" Zhao Cheng's mind turned extremely fast, and he quickly thought of a possibility that was extremely close to the truth.

However, "How is this possible, this is a full distance of three or four miles, little brothers Fengchen, it should be impossible for them to master such a means of sound transmission, even if they are so talented, it is unlikely!" Before this thought could occupy his mind for a few seconds, Zhao Cheng immediately shook his head and regarded it as impossible.

It's no wonder that even Wang Ruochen and a few of them have no idea that there is such a means to this day, which can make a cultivator who has only two transformations of gathering spirits to transmit sound to a distance of three or four miles. Wang Ruochen didn't know how Zhao Cheng could be so gullible to believe such an answer, not to mention that this was his own conjecture. If Fengchen told him so, the possibility that he chose to believe it might have risen a lot.

"However," Zhao Cheng thought for a moment, "Even if this is just my conjecture, if this is really the case, then it is better to leave a little distance to come out!" Zhao Cheng felt that it might be better to give a little try, and the result of this might be better.

Because, "The sound brought by the wind, this is very likely to be the means of the little brother of the wind and dust, if this is the case, the sound brought must be very important information!" Zhao Cheng finally recalled that the wind seemed to be manipulated by the wind and dust.

Therefore, "Then everyone, the ruins are about to open, presumably you should still have some things to explain to your companions, so we won't bother here!" Lian Kuo, Tian Mei Tian Yan, let's go, let's find a secluded place to discuss what happens after entering the ruins!" Zhao Cheng suddenly laughed and said to the cultivators around him.

"Well, that's what I said, we won't continue to chatter!" was wondering why Zhao Cheng said this, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of Zhao Cheng's projected gaze, and after reading the meaning, Lian Kuo also began to help Zhao Cheng speak.

"That's it, a few of us have said goodbye!" Tian Mei and Tian Yan glanced at each other and hugged their fists at several cultivators.

After saying that, the four of Zhao Cheng didn't even care about the answers of several cultivators, they directly floated in front of the eyes of several people, and just disappeared.

"Eh, then let's discuss it according to what they said?" Looking at the backs of Zhao Cheng and the others who disappeared into the crowd, a cultivator relieved himself, touched his nose and asked his companions who were stunned on the side.

"What are you discussing, you've already discussed it so many times!" "Your kid has a lot of auditory hallucinations, and now he's starting to have problems with his brain!" Hearing this cultivator's question, several companions immediately got rid of their silence and ridiculed the cultivator.

"Hey, Zhao Cheng, why did you let us leave?" After walking a short distance, after confirming that there were many fewer cultivators around, Lian Kuo finally couldn't help but pull Zhao Cheng, who was still walking forward, and asked. Although Tian Mei and Tian Yan on the side did not squeeze forward like Lian Kuo, their two pairs of eyes also kept looking at Zhao Cheng, reflecting a little confusion: they also had a strong interest in the answer to this question, waiting for Zhao Cheng to give them a satisfactory answer.

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