At the last moment, Ye Feng's hand tightly grasped the Ice Tears, and the last bit of the collection technique was completed without missing a trace.

The holy light descended, enveloping a small area, but its power was unprecedented.

In the area of more than ten meters around the tears of ice, the light was as strong as noon, the mermaid queen was bathed in holy light, let out a painful moan, the clear river water, was rolled and churned by the waves, and the torrential rain was also reflected in colorful colors, and the earth, as if everything, was affected by this light.

Only Ye Feng, and Xue Mang, who was seriously scarred, felt a comfortable atmosphere.

Xue Mang's wound cracked, revealing terrifying blood-red muscles, the mermaid queen was hit like never before, she groaned, frowned in pain, and looked at the tears of ice with great regret, but she couldn't go down the water weakly, and she didn't even have the strength to hold the tender green flute, the delicate flute, floating down the river, was bitten by Xue Mang's teeth.

Ye Feng gasped, trying to recover his depleted mana, but another bottle of mana potion was drunk, but it had no effect at all.

"Bring him in." An old but majestic order, this voice was somewhat familiar, and Ye Feng could tell that it was the rhyme carried by Fang Cai's plausible sigh.

Xue Mang walked slowly, and in front of it was like a tunnel, a crack several meters square appeared, and this space, filled with holy light, was conjuring up a surprising scene in the dim bridgeless river.

Ye Feng was still holding the Ice Tear tightly, and when he intended to put it into the space of the bag, he felt an inexplicable force in his palm, like a black hole-like suction, dragging it in the opposite direction.

Ye Feng looked at the old man, who was looking directly at him with cold and ruthless eyes.

"God's Bath!"

The old man's voice told the ancient incantation, but in an instant, like the light and shadow of the curtain, Ye Feng's health rose straight up like a gushing well, and the snow mang, the torn wound also healed at an alarming speed.

The old man was a little weak, and he took a breath of relief after using his skills.

"So fast!" Ye Feng felt the cold sweat in his palm, this old man's spell casting speed was so fast! The old man's gaze was dim and cloudy, but the visceral sense of coercion was as real as the face of anyone who confronted him. It's been a long time, Ye Feng doesn't remember how long, the tension he has never had, fear, and depression, are like magma bursting out, pouring out of his heart.

Commandment!

For the first time, Ye Feng realized that his precept attribute was so vulnerable, and his resistance to fear and shouting turned out to be a fictitious thing.

"Who are you?" The old man asked expressionlessly, Ye Feng's fingers trembled slightly, but he couldn't put the Ice Tears into his bag at all.

"Kazeno, a priest of light." Ye Feng slowly entered the language, under the forced gaze of the old man, Ye Feng could hardly suppress the urge to make a move, calm down, be calm, Ye Feng kept reminding himself, but his precepts, without the slightest resistance.

"Someone calling himself a Light Priest in front of me?" The old man sneered disdainfully, his strength showed that the owner of this laughter definitely had this qualification.

"Leave half of the Ice Tears behind." The old man suddenly let out a weak cough and gasped violently, but Ye Feng didn't dare to move lightly, the divine bath just now, the almost instantaneous release speed, definitely meant that he could smash the equally powerful attack magic on himself before he took out the scroll to return to the city.

"Xue Mang, give him the flute." The old man stopped breathing, and his eagle-like gloomy eyes stared at Ye Feng, everything showed that his request could not be refused.

The A-level unicorn beast handed over the mermaid's flute in complete obedience, the tender green and smooth flute body, as smooth and delicate as a baby's newborn fingers, and the breath of the snow mang, across the flute hole, emitted a bewildering and charming beautiful sound.

Terrifying existence, Ye Feng suddenly calmed down, when he realized the gap between himself and the other party, the kind of coercion deliberately exerted by the old man had an effect on Ye Feng, but it was far less intense than Fang Cai.

Level 60, the highest-level person in "Light" at the moment, is nothing more than that, and ten players at level 60 are by no means Xuemang's opponents.

This old man can train Xue Mang like a domesticated domestic dog, even if his state is so weak, who would dare to despise him?

"I don't want a flute." Ye Feng suddenly typed in a small line of text, refusing the old man's request in disguise.

"Do you feel at a loss?" The old man sneered disdainfully, and under his gloomy gaze, Ye Feng was not even as good as an ant, although this ant dared to refuse his request: "You have already obtained the most precious thing, even if I directly take the entire Ice Tears, what you get from me will make you inexhaustible." ”

"I got it?" Facing the disdainful eyes, Ye Feng did not have the slightest anger, let alone inferiority, Ye Feng just suddenly felt a wonderful feeling, this feeling, in reality, seemed to have overflowed his body from time to time.

It's that feeling of being in control of everything, being in control!

Ye Feng's breathing was a little short, but his thoughts became clearer and clearer, I will surpass you! No matter who you are, no matter how powerful you are, it is me who will look at you with such disdain in the future!

Yes, I have already gotten the most precious thing!

Experience!

Everything that this old man showed was definitely the most valuable experience!

has been holding back, completely hiding his weak self behind Xue Mang, even at the moment when Xue Mang is weakened to the limit, he is still as calm as a mountain, until there is a perfect opportunity to slam a blow!

The true meaning of the pastor!

Yes, the way of the pastor, the most important true meaning of the pastor! Ye Feng's mood was irrepressibly excited, the speed of his heartbeat rose slightly, his originally pale complexion also appeared like a rose-like flush, his lips pursed, exuding a fierce breath, Ye Feng showed a slightly flamboyant mood for the first time, but it only made people feel like flying, without a trace of boredom.

The true meaning of the priest is not in the power of healing, nor in the power of blessings, nor in the attack effect of light magic!

These are just appearances! A truly powerful pastor is one who can grasp the most critical moments!

Ye Feng looked at Xue Mang, who was gradually recovering, and was slightly envious, but then took the tender green mermaid flute.

Seeing Ye Feng's movements, the old man's eyes exuded a stronger mockery, in the eyes of a thousand people, there are a thousand Hamlets, and in the hearts of a thousand people, there are a thousand different understandings.

Do you think you really have a grasp of what it means to be a pastor?