"What is this?" Feng Chen held the black pearl in his hand. The black beads have a very smooth surface and are smoother to the touch than jadeite and gemstones. Look closely at the black beads, the black beads are like black holes in the universe. It's as if the soul in the body will be sucked into the black beads, as long as you look at them.

Feng Chen carefully threw his soul into the black beads formed by the shattering of the gramophone stone. There seems to be a small world in the black beads. Feng Chen only felt that his spiritual power was like a drop of water in the sea.

After Feng Chen's soul penetrated the black bead, suddenly more than ten waves poured out at the same time. Feng Chen observed carefully and found that these fluctuations did not come from the black beads, but from the shattering of other strange stones.

Feng Chen looked at the gravel again. Thirteen pieces in total. The surface of the gravel is irregular like a normal stone, and each piece has a different shape, but it is almost the same size and weight.

Fengchen explored a ruin with spiritual power, and soon Fengchen found spiritual ups and downs from the ruins.

"Spiritual power? How can there be mental ups and downs in this ruin? We should know that spiritual power can only be generated by the spirit of life and wisdom.

"Does this piece of rubble produce wisdom?" No, I'm familiar with this kind of mental fluctuation. It's my own mental fluctuations. Fengdian was stunned. Feng Chen went to find the remaining gravel again, and the result was still the same.

"The spiritual fluctuations on these thirteen rapid gravel are the same, but why is this spiritual fluctuation so similar to mine?" No, this is my spiritual fluctuation Feng Chen fell into deep thought.

Suddenly, Feng Chen seemed to remember something, he picked up the black pearl wind dust, and used his spiritual power to transmit a message to it: "Magic Stone".

Fengchen used his spiritual power to send a message to Heizhu. Just as Feng Chen guessed in his heart, thirteen stones were undulating at the same time.

Feng Chen put down the black beads and immediately went to explore the thirteen stones. Each of the thirteen gravels in Feng Chen's sense of spiritual power emitted the same spiritual fluctuation, and the information of this spiritual fluctuation was the "Mirage Stone".

"This ......" Feng Chen knew that hallucinogens could be used to make tools to transmit information, but making this tool required some other materials, and the method of making tools was also very troublesome. Now I can see the interplay between the black beads and the 13 pieces of gravel that is a bit shocking.

Feng Chen used the power of the spirit to transmit the message to the gravel of the mirage. After passing the information into the game, Feng Chen found that only the black beads could produce the same information, while the rubble of other mirages was completely unresponsive.

"The 13 Philosopher's Stones and Broken Stone can receive information when transmitting the Black Bead message with psychic power, but only when the 13 Philosopher's Stone messages are transmitted with psychic power, they can receive information on the Black Bead. Feng Chen slowly summed up the effect of the black beads and the thirteen philosopher's stones and the position of the sand in his heart.

"Now I don't need to make that kind of tool. This black bead and 13 pieces of gravel have the function of transmitting information. Feng Chen was very happy to think of this. Then Feng Chen put the black beads and thirteen magic stones into his spatial ring.

"Brother. Then a familiar voice came.

As soon as Fengchen heard it, he knew it was a wind chime. He looked out the window, and it was already dawn. "Come in, linger. ”

"Squeak!" came the sound of the door being opened, and a delicate figure walked in softly.

"Ling'er, how beautiful it is today!" Feng Chen said with a smile looking at the bright and smiling eyes of the wind chime.

Feng Ling's little face was a little red, and her heart was a little sweet, and she walked to Chen Fengchen's bed and whispered, "Brother, let me help you get dressed." ”

"Hmm. Feng Chen sat up and stretched out his hands. These things were initially done by the people below. Ever since the wind and dust made the wind chimes move to their own small yard, the wind chimes have taken the initiative to do these things. It's like a little waiter who says to the wind chimes, "Let's go down." But Feng Ling insisted on doing so, and in the end Feng Chen was also inspired by Feng Ling.

After dressing up, the wind chimes washed the wind dust again.

"Brother, grandfather, patriarch, just sent someone to say, 'Let my brother get up and eat in the hall. Feng Ling opened her mouth and said softly.

"Oh, let's go. Feng Chen thought for a while and said.

Wind Chimes listened to Feng Chen's words and cautiously pushed Feng Chen out of the room.

When we came to the hall of Feng Jia's house, Feng Chen saw that the food on a large table had been prepared, and many people had come to the hall.

The wind sits at the top of the table. At this time, Feng was talking to several Feng family elders. Feng Chen looked at the elders of the Feng family and found that they were the elders of the Feng family.

"Grandpa, elders, good morning. Feng Chen inadvertently found a place at the dining table, where Feng Yeer was sitting.

"Hmm," Feng nodded when he saw Feng Chen.

The second child also nodded to Feng Chen, and the second child looked Feng Chen up and down, his eyes gradually revealing contempt.

Feng Chen didn't care about the eyes of the two old men, because they didn't care about Feng Chen at all. When Feng Chen was a child in the last few generations, he was tortured by the eyes of the world. What kind of eyes has Fengchen never seen? How did these moments come about? The only person who can make Feng Chen care is the person who can make Feng Chen care.

"Ling'er, sit here. Feng Chen patted the position beside him and said to Feng Ling.

"Me?" Wind Chime knew it was Fengjia's family dinner. Only those with status in the Feng family could participate, but what about themselves? Feng Ling thought about it and finally stood behind Feng Chen.

"Silly girl. Feng Chen laughed and scolded, pulled Feng Ling to the front, and then put Feng Ling in his seat.

The wind chimes were pressed on the seat by the wind chimes, and their faces turned red and they fidgeted. Seeing that the old man on the table didn't care about this side, the wind in his heart relaxed a little.

"Uncle, uncle, three. At that moment, someone came in through the door of the hall. Feng Chen saw the guests and called out respectfully.

"Good uncle, good third uncle. Feng Ye'er saw that the wind was invincible, the wind was blowing mercilessly, and she stood up and shouted respectfully.

"Hmm. Invincible Wind and Ruthless Wind nodded, and then they both found a place to sit. Behind them was a breeze and pride, and after greeting their elders, they all sat down beside their fathers.

It didn't take long for another man to come in, a young man in his teens, dressed more revealingly. "Yang Er, why are you so late?" he stood up and scolded when the elder saw the wind.

"Grandpa, I'm ......" Feng Yang was obviously afraid of his grandfather, and he stuttered a little when he spoke.

"If there is no difference between two old people, don't blame the child. The elder opened his mouth to persuade him.

"Well, sit down. When the elder brother sat next to the elder brother, the elder brother opened his mouth and said.

Feng Yang hurriedly saluted the elders and found a seat to sit down. After sitting down, Feng Yang looked at the people at the table. Unfortunately, Feng Yang noticed the ghost sitting next to Feng Chen.

"So, why is this wild girl sitting here?" Feng Yang had no scruples, pointing at Feng Ling and said loudly.

Feng Chen's face suddenly became gloomy. Since the assassination last night, the wind chimes have become the scale of wind and dust. Wind Chimes can use their lives to help Wind Chimes Shield a sword, and all wind chimes are in the eyes, it can be said that Wind Chimes has always been the most concerned person in the world of Wind Chimes.

Seeing that Feng Ling's eyes began to redden, Feng Chen looked at the wind angrily, as if he was looking at a dead man.

When Feng Yang saw Feng Chen, it was like looking at a dead person, and there was an inexplicable fear in his heart.

"What's wrong?" the elder asked, confused.