In the place where the demon beast was overwhelmed, what was imprinted in my mind was the last resolute and resolute look of the grandfather.

At the moment when Tissot crossed the third mountain, the fifth giant curtain unfolded behind them, and the five giant curtains began to move rapidly and irregularly, as if the earth had been crushed, and everything inside the mountain was crushed into powder, and everything inside was crushed into dust, and the thick one seemed to fill a low depression.

Ge Fan drove Ying Tissot to successfully stop on the treasure ship, and Zhao Peipei pulled Zhao Feng, who had lost focus, to the platform where the other monks gathered.

Zhao Feng watched the ground in front of him constantly being crushed, his brain was indeed empty, and he seemed to have lost the ability to perceive, and his hands were unnaturally holding the box handed to him by his grandfather.

"How's it going?" Zhao Feng unconsciously heard a pleasant female voice.

"Thanks to the blessing of the young clan master, the casualties this time can be said to have been greatly reduced." An old voice replied.

"Yes, yes, the young clan lord is talented, scheming, and famous, and only a genius like the young clan lord, oh no, a god's favorite, can think of such a wonderful plan......" A flattering male voice continued.

"Alright......" the female voice interrupted impatiently.

Zhao Feng looked at the front and unconsciously listened to the conversation that he didn't know where it came from, the five giant screens had finally dissipated after raging a cup of tea, Zhao Feng blinked and slowly came back to his senses, his brain began to work again, remembering the sounds he had just heard, and his heart seemed to find a place to vent.

Zhao Feng's eyes lit up suddenly, and when he turned around, he saw a girl standing high in the middle of the stars and the moon on the high platform of the treasure ship, surrounded by a circle of old men who were either calm or flattering.

Zhao Feng began to walk towards the high platform step by step, and the knights around him were all "appreciating" this rare wonder in a hundred years, so Zhao Feng's reverse direction could not go particularly fast.

Zhao Peipei was the first to notice Zhao Feng's abnormal movements, Zhao Peipei hurriedly squeezed into the crowd to catch up with Zhao Feng, and asked with a puzzled face: "Zhao Feng, what are you going to do?" ”

Zhao Feng didn't answer just calmly moved forward to bypass passers-by, in the advance, Li Xiang soon discovered the abnormality of the two, and hurriedly chased after him, Li Xiang moved, Li Ping and Qu Zhenghong Ge Fan all chased up, in the pile of monks in front of everyone looked unusually abrupt, the surrounding monks seemed to have discovered the situation here, and the monks who were close automatically made way for Zhao Feng, Zhao Peipei They couldn't see Zhao Feng's eyes on the side.

Only the person who was in front of Zhao Feng just now could see that the young man in white had a pair of eyes with a palpitating murderous aura.

More and more monks found out about the situation here, from only partially giving way at the beginning, to giving way in advance, and the other monks were also a little curious, not knowing what this embarrassed young man wanted to do. Zhao Feng's height has changed very quickly because of his perennial exercise, and he is only half a head shorter than Tingjian before leaving, but the childishness on his face can't go back without time polishing.

The situation on the deck attracted the attention of the high platform, after all, a road appeared suddenly on the deck full of monks, and it was difficult to care about it.

Feng Qinglian looked at the few people on the abrupt road and frowned subconsciously, she saw a somewhat familiar figure, and before she had time to react to who that person was, she subconsciously swept her gaze to the person who was the leader, and her body shook unnaturally.

The young man at the head seems to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, with a tall posture, it seems that he is a person who has been exercising all year round, and there are still dried blood stains on his face, inexplicably with a bit of murderous aura, under the bloodstains is the childishness on his face that has not faded, but what shocked Feng Qinglian was the young man's eyes, which were very bright in the blink of an eye, but at this time there was a deep murderous aura!

"He wants to kill me?" Feng Qinglian's mind flashed this thought, but it was immediately vetoed by herself, she smiled self-deprecatingly in her heart, although her identity is worthy of many people's thoughts, but such an open assassination is too child's play.

Zhao Feng walked to the stage and looked up at her at Feng Qinglian, Feng Qinglian was not wrong this time, the young man really had a murderous aura in his eyes, a monstrous murderous aura.

The two looked at each other, one was high and the other was at the low end, which could be described as a difference between cloud and mud, Zhao Feng opened his mouth first: "Are you wondering why I look at you with murderous aura in my eyes?" ”

Before Feng Qinglian could speak, a red-clothed elder beside her immediately said loudly, "Bold! Ignorant child, do you know who you're talking to, in such a tone? ”

Feng Qinglian was a little disgusted by the tone of the red-clothed elder's words, but her good upbringing made her just frown. Although the elder in red didn't like what he said, he did speak for her, although she didn't use it.

On the other hand, Zhao Feng below didn't look at the elder who spoke, still staring at Feng Qinglian, Zhao Peipei behind him didn't know what to say, the girl on the stage had only seen it once when she set off, but because she was about the same age as her, she didn't care too much, but now it seems that the girl who was surrounded should be in a high position.

And Zhao Feng actually spoke in such an obviously unceremonious tone to this girl in public, Zhao Peipei once again felt that she shouldn't come out this time, Zhao Peipei secretly aimed at Zhao Feng with her eyes, she always felt that there was something wrong with Zhao Feng.

Feng Qinglian looked at Zhao Feng's eyes and slowly said, "What do you want to say?" ”

The red-clothed elder was searching his intestines and preparing to slap this kid who didn't know the height of the sky, but he didn't expect Feng Qinglian to really speak, so he had to bow his head in disdain.

Zhao Feng: "You decided the strategy of catching turtles in this urn." Zhao Peipei finally knew what was wrong, and Zhao Feng's voice was hoarse as if he had eaten a throat of soil.

Feng Qinglian frowned, a little confused about what Zhao Feng meant, but still nodded lightly.

Zhao Feng suddenly showed a bright smile, and he didn't know that he would think that he had been an old friend for a long time: "Do you think that you have saved the lives of many monks yourself, which is very powerful?" ”

Feng Qinglian's brows tightened even deeper, he felt that Zhao Feng was a little unreasonable, these questions were simply meaningless to ask, and the surrounding monks also began to whisper, thinking that Zhao Feng had received some kind of stimulation to ask such a brainless question.

Zhao Peipei gently pulled Zhao Feng's sleeve, only a few of them knew where Zhao Feng's anger was.

Zhao Feng was still staring at Feng Qinglian, and he didn't care about Zhao Peipei's actions at all, Zhao Feng's smile became bigger and bigger, and then he said something that made everyone present stunned: "The life of a monk is a life, isn't it the life of a mortal?" Do you know how many mortals you've killed this time! Did you know that just now, that thing of yours could save several lives if it was a little slower! ”