Ye Feng took a deep breath abruptly, and an unprecedented dull feeling filled his body. This feeling was so weird, but at the same time, it made Ye Feng feel extremely disgusted.

"Young man, are you sure you want to leave the world of Light?" An expressionless old man emerged, shaking his thick gray beard and asking Ye Feng, who was panting slightly as he faced the ending scene of "Bright".

The default determination began to count down, and the ancient and typical Arabic numerals drew strange shapes in the interface, as before, countless times the same exit, but suddenly, a wild roar came, making Ye Feng's heart suddenly agitated.

Dragon? Could it be a dragon?

A terrifying thought surfaced in Ye Feng's heart.

Dragon! The long-legendary S-class holy beast in "Light"! What a mermaid queen, a unicorn, compared to dragons, is just a creature! Could it be that in this desolate valley of the dawn, there is a dragon?

Ye Feng violently broke free from the shackles of the exit option, replaced the book in his hand with a magic staff, and observed the world around him.

The deep valley is full of ravines, full of ruined rubble, and the hazy rising sun reflects the valley with the smell of life, this fantastical and eerie scene can only be seen in the game.

Ye Feng stood on top of a larger stone, attentively perceiving the source of the sound with his sense of hearing.

A gust of wind blew, Fang Cai's hiss sounded again, Ye Feng suppressed his heartbeat, yes, it was indeed a dragon! But then the ensuing doubts made Ye Feng frown, how could there be a dragon in a place like Dawn Valley, the last time I came here to collect medicine, it was only a week ago, not to mention dragons at that time, even young dragons or even dragon eggs, there were not half of them!

Ye Feng rubbed his eyebrows, the time to be online was about to come, so he had to be more cautious and careful. Ye Feng began to carefully recall every corner of the Dawn Valley, trying to calculate the coordinates of the dragon's location.

Men always use a sense of space to memorize the location of a place, while women tend to memorize a coordinate in the way of surrounding features.

In Ye Feng's mind, a topological spatial graphic, like countless intricate curves, was circulating.

For a long time, Ye Feng exhaled the stasis in his chest.

The foothills of the Black Mountain, yes, there is no place more suitable for the existence of a dragon's nest except that place, and that kind of location may have been prepared as an abandoned dragon's nest.

Looking at the time of the interface, at 6:25 in the morning, Ye Feng tightened the staff in his hand, and it was very easy to wake up from light sleep, which meant that the possibility of system elimination was greater, even a priest with a precept bonus of Ye Feng's level still did not rule out the possibility of being suddenly eliminated in a pain.

Ye Feng adjusted his breathing and walked forward.

Walking through an intricate gravel field, Ye Feng came to a ravine with pure black dead grass, which was the foot of the Black Mountain.

It is said that black dead grass means death, and some people say that wherever there is black dead grass, it is the place where the river Styx leads, and the god of death, one of the eight gods of "Light", resides in the temple of death at the end of the river Styx.

Ye Feng shook his head and gave up this sudden boring thought.

God? If the God of Light of the system really exists, why doesn't he give the priest a few more powerful skills?

The white robe was so conspicuous on the black grass, Ye Feng frowned, suddenly changed into a dark robe, and then walked slowly forward with knee-high dead grass.

——— roar!

An even more deafening hiss came, stabbing Ye Feng's eardrums painfully, Ye Feng felt that the speed of his heartbeat was also a little faster, and his face was slightly damp, as if it was a feeling of cold sweat.

The precepts, so many of their own precept bonuses, seem so fragile in the face of a dragon.

I remember that in the River Without Bridges, when facing the old man with a cold face, I felt the same way, but it was far less intense than it is now.

———Maybe I'm too tired.

Ye Feng gave himself a comforting explanation.

———Wow!

A strong hurricane was heard in the distance, mixed with gravel and dead leaves.

Ye Feng hurriedly used the top hat of his cloak to cover the stinging debris, and at the same time, a terrifying word came to his mind——— Dragon's Breath!"

Ye Feng hid in a bush, looking for the existence of the dragon with the most cautious gaze.

At the cave door!

In the ravine at the foot of the Black Mountain, a huge cave naturally existed, and when Ye Feng came last time, he once thought that this was a giant beast's lair, but Ye Feng never expected that this was actually a dragon's cave!

Immediately, a huge creature stretched its wings, even the thinnest membrane was as thick as armor, the huge crown was like a sharp spear, the thick tail was like a giant pillar of optimus, and the gaping mouth of the blood basin showed terrible Sensen teeth.

Ye Feng exhaled lightly, but at the same time, a look of disappointment emerged from his eyes.

It's a wyvern, a derivative monster created by the mutation of the dragon's descendants and the hybridization of other creatures, and compared to the dragon, it is just a hybrid with no blood.

The wyvern seemed to be showing its majesty, and near its lair, there was not even a single other creature in existence, and the wyvern suddenly spit out green mist, a depressing feeling, separated by a distance of nearly a hundred meters, and it came straight over.

Ye Feng frowned, this green mist must be full of great poison! And the black withered grass around here is its most direct victim!

Continuing to watch the flying dragon play by the lair, Ye Feng's eyes began to scan the route to the dragon's lair, the dragon's greed, there must be a staggering treasure in its lair!

A master can choose several different paths at any time, some are the safest, some are the fastest, some are the best to take, and some are the most bizarre and unexpected.

It only took a few seconds for Ye Feng to find a path that was most suitable for the current situation.

He began to move forward silently, slowly moving with cautious faith.

Suddenly, Ye Feng's eyes flashed, and a look of surprise flashed.

Flower of Death!

On the black foothills, a dark flower of death was indeed so inconspicuous, but even so, with Ye Feng's keen sense of smell as a treasure expert at the level of a master alchemist, with just a glimpse, he found this dark high-grade material next to the flying dragon's lair.

Note: The Flower of Death, an important ingredient for adding dark attributes, is a type of high-grade medicinal material.

In addition to leveling up and obtaining rare items, medicinal herbs are the only things that can make Ye Feng happy.

Even if you lock a person in a room, put countless medicinal herbs on the table, cooperate and stir them at will, refine them with various refining methods, and research various new recipes, this kind of fun is absolutely unparalleled for a player who is addicted to alchemy.

While Ye Feng was excited, he fell into deep thought.

It takes at least 5 seconds to collect, and these 5 seconds are definitely enough time for a Wyvern to kill a level 51 priest.

Unless, you can lure the dragon away!

Ye Feng thought calmly, maybe use the Holy Light Charm to tempt a monster, and then use it to attract the Flying Dragon?

But then, this idea was ruled out, the dark warrior's HP is only 1000, and it is uncertain whether the low-level monster will feel fear when it sees the dragon, just look at this desolate and lifeless black mountain foothills, you can know the answer, and the huge body of the dark warrior will also expose his target prematurely.

The next thought was to use the new skill I had just acquired, the Golem Mirror.

But then, this idea was also questioned by Ye Feng, the illusion of the puppet mirror still has an effect on low-intelligence monsters, but how effective can it be on the naturally cunning dragon clan?

Time passed second by second, looking at the little online time he had left, Ye Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Fight!

If you don't try, you'll never get it!

When a man feels discouraged and frightened before he has even done it, all that awaits him is failure!

It's better to do it late than early, there is a secret of the dragon clan in the Dawn Valley, and it will never be kept on the mainland for more than a week, and once this secret is broken, at that time, the people who come to the valley will be a large team!

In the face of a team that is hundreds of times the number of his own, snatching the precious Flower of Death from their hands, the chances of how many Ye Feng will have are very clear.

Ye Feng straightened his waist and adjusted his breathing to his usual frequency, while his heartbeat gradually stabilized, and the flying dragon in the distance didn't notice the humble creature at all, still concentrating on playing with its poisonous mist.