The pregnant girl's memory was restored, which was exactly what Feng hoped in his heart, but for some reason, he couldn't be happy. Thinking of the bits and pieces of these days when the two of them were alone, there was a moment of shaking, if the pregnant girl did not recover her memory, could she keep her by her side like this?

Feng Dian shook his head, ten days together, the fire poison was devastating, giving birth to many powerful fire demon beasts, the most difficult of which was the fire light beast! These fire light beasts were infested in groups, and their destructive power was extremely strong, destroying a large number of mountains, forests, fields and villages, and even the Jinwu people who were far away in Yigu were also killed. He had come this time with the hope of the Golden Crow people to find the Sun-Shooting Bow!

Everyone knows that the Jinwu people have shouldered the heavy responsibility of guarding the golden wheel for generations, in order to avoid the golden wheel from harming the world, from ancient times, the clan has handed down a fairy weapon to shoot the sun divine bow, which is kept by the Jinwu patriarchs of the past dynasties.

A long time ago, during the Harlequin Rebellion, the major clans and tribes in the realm of Flowing Fire coerced the Jinwu people to release ten golden wheels in order to exterminate the clown, and the ten golden wheels were released one after another, and the world-destroying fire burned for several days and nights, and finally burned the harlequin to death!

Unfortunately, the Golden Crow Clan's immortal weapon, the Sun Shooting Divine Bow, was also lost!

Without the Sun Shooting Divine Bow, the Golden Crow people would not be able to take back the golden wheel in the sky, and the Flowing Fire Realm would have become what it is now!

The harlequin is the most powerful wizard in the realm of flowing fire, she likes to search for money and treasures when she is alive, if she finds her body and treasures, she may be able to recover the sun-shooting bow!

"Feng Gongzi?"

Seeing that Feng had been hanging her head, she didn't know what she was thinking, so she called softly.

Feng came back to his senses, raised his head to look at Pregnant Qiao, and said, "Pregnant girl, I'm sorry!

Pregnant Qiao smiled slightly and said, "I can give you the treasure map, but only half of the treasure map in my hand is in the ......."

"On that god of war. ”

Pregnant Qiao's expression was stunned, it seemed that Feng approached them, and it was indeed premeditated. However, as long as he can take himself out of the 100,000 mountains and find the entrance to the other world, what kind of harlequin's treasure, she doesn't care at all.

"Not bad, but he's far away in Decameron, and it will take some work to find him!"

"Don't worry! When I was in Decameron City before, I told him to come to Jiuma Painting Mountain to find me, and he would definitely come to save you. Counting the time, it's almost time to come. ”

To save yourself...... No wonder Thirteen was here, they must have thought they had been taken captive!

"I know where he is, you come with me......"

Pregnant Qiao pushed open the stone door and walked out, a warm breeze came, the drizzle was still dripping, mixed with the faint fragrance of flowers and plants and the fragrance of the earth, smelling refreshing.

A cold drop of rain fell on Pregnant Qiao's cheeks with the wind, she raised her head and looked up at the rain falling in the air, and her heart was a little lost.

There was still a trace of the man's residual warmth on her lips, and she was still expecting something from him so much?

Tears slid down her cheeks with the rain, and she said such a heartless word, that person, shouldn't he come back......

An oil-paper umbrella quietly blocked the top of Pregnant Qiao's head, covering her from the falling rain.

Pregnant Qiao didn't look back, she reached out and took the oil-paper umbrella handed over, wiped the rain on her face with a silk handkerchief, she didn't want others to see her so embarrassed, so she ran away and walked quickly along the bluestone road.

In the rain, the Nine Horse Painting Mountain is exceptionally quiet, and there are few pedestrians in the market. It was like an isolated corner, which kept her away from the strife of the world, and her restless heart gradually calmed down.

In a blacksmith shop on the corner of the street, a sturdy gray-clothed old blacksmith stood in front of the gossip furnace, pounding a big knife with a "clanging". The red stove reflected his red face, and sweat trickled down his forehead, wetting his clothes.

Soon, the large knife in his hand took shape, it was a long sharp golden knife. Pregnant Qiao's eyes were attracted by this old man who struck iron, and the admiration in his heart spontaneously arose, forging weapons seems simple, but it is a great skill!

On the other hand, since I have been cultivating, I have been in a hurry to achieve success! Although my cultivation has improved, there is still a long way to go in the cultivation of my state of mind......

The root of cultivation is to get rid of distracting thoughts, calm your mind, and it seems that it is time to let go of the worries in your heart.

She walked over to the blacksmith shop, the two weapons she had in her hand, the Taiyi Dunjia and the Half Moon Scimitar, were now damaged, and the old blacksmith was so skilled that he might be able to repair the weapons.

Pregnant Qiao handed a cyan flame pattern scimitar to the old blacksmith, blessed his body, and said, "Old man, excuse me! I wonder if my old man can repair the weapon?"

The old blacksmith's hand kept moving, raised his head and looked at Pregnant Qiao, and saw that the scimitar in her hand was full of gaps and was already broken, so he smiled and said: "Little girl, the old man's craftsmanship is clumsy, your scimitar looks ordinary, but it is actually a seriously damaged immortal weapon, you better ask for another skill!"

Pregnant Qiao's eyes lit up, and she said, "My husband actually knows that this is a fairy weapon, and there must be a way to repair it!"

The old blacksmith shook his head and said, "It's not that easy to repair the immortal weapon! ”

She smiled bitterly, withdrew her half-moon scimitar, and was about to turn away, but was stopped by the old blacksmith.

"Little girl, as far as the old man knows, there is only one person who can repair the immortal weapon in the realm of flowing fire, but that person is wandering and has no fixed residence. ”

Pregnant Qiao looked overjoyed and said, "Who is the old man talking about?"

"His name is Pan Gu, he likes to wear five-color feather coats, the old man is all he says, whether he can find him or not depends on the luck of the little girl!"

"Thank you, uncle!"

She bowed to the old blacksmith and turned away.

"Feng Gongzi, have you ever heard of this person?"

Feng shook his head and said, "Feng has never heard of this person, as for the five-colored feather coat...... There's only one place to find in the realm of Flowing Fire!"

Seeing that Qiao Qiao looked at him with a look of hope, Feng sighed lightly and said: "That place is in the sunless place of Yu Yuan, a hundred thousand miles away from here! It is said that there lives a very huge bird there, its wings are spread, like a cloud hanging from the sky, I don't know how many hundred miles wide! The feathers on its body are colorful, and the five-colored feather coat is woven from the feathers that have faded off its body. ”