Yechen searched around, but instead of finding Mo Qinghuan, who was missing, he found Feng Yu who was cultivating at the junction of the Fire Wood Forest.

When he saw him, Feng Yu happened to withdraw from meditation, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the person he hated the most standing in front of him, and his face couldn't help but immediately darken.

But for a moment, his eyes lit up as if he thought of something, "What about the master?" ”

Looking at the impatient appearance, Yechen understood that this person had never seen Mo Qinghuan.

He originally thought that Mo Qinghuan was not with him, and he might come to find Feng Yu.

But now that others have seen it, Mo Qinghuan's whereabouts have still not been found.

So where the hell did this man go?

"What about the Master? Yechen, this son is asking you. Without the presence of the master, Feng Yu's attitude towards this so-called junior brother immediately became indifferent and ruthless.

Although, it wasn't much stronger before.

But it's okay on the surface.

Right now, without his master, he didn't even bother to maintain this face, and directly showed his hostility and contempt for Yechen.

"Tell me where my master is!"

Scold!

Why? He wants to know, he has to answer himself?

Lowering his eyes and sneering, the next second Yechen stepped straight past his body, which meant that he directly regarded Feng Yu as a transparent person, an existence like air.

I didn't have the slightest intention of solving his doubts.

This attitude can be regarded as completely annoying Feng Yu.

"Stop!" Feng Yu drank coldly.

At that moment, the spiritual power shot out and attacked Yechen's back with killing intent, like a broken bamboo, unstoppable!

"If the master is not here, you don't take me, the senior brother, in your eyes, it's really good!"

It seems that if he doesn't teach a lesson, some people won't understand that he's just a waste!

Feng Yu hooked his lips, his eyes were faintly excited, and he finally found an opportunity to attack the little junior brother, and he could almost foresee the next development.

Yechen will be slapped by him and slap to the ground in embarrassment, spitting blood from his mouth, and then the other party's face will appear panicked, scared, uneasy, and even cowardly and cowardly pleading...... And so on, all kinds of mischievous pies.

Just thinking about that picture, he was very happy in the bottom of his heart.

In his opinion, such as Yechen, a person is only worthy of this kind of treatment.

Waste is waste.

He only deserves to be trampled on the soles of his feet for the rest of his life!

He thought excitedly.

But he never expected that his blow would be missed......

The figure of the little junior brother is like a fog, ethereal and illusory; Like the wind, you can't hold it.

He didn't even react to how the other party avoided his attack with fifty percent of his strength, and he was faced with countless sharp swords condensed by golden spiritual power shooting towards him, carrying a strong wind, with a murderous aura, the momentum broke through the sky, and the wind and clouds changed color!

I didn't have time to think about where Yechen got this strength in a short period of time.

Obviously, the two have been separated for only a month.

In just one month, it was a moment for the monks of the cultivation realm.

It was too insignificant for their long years.

On the way of cultivation, if you want to move forward, the time you need to spend on cultivation is unlimited, and your life is endless, and your cultivation is endless.

It's all just for the ultimate goal: to ascend to immortality and live forever.

And now, the two of them have only been separated for a short month, and they haven't seen each other for a month, and Yechen's strength has improved by leaps and bounds again, and the wave of small swords gathered by golden spiritual power is so close that Feng Yu can't avoid it, and his shoulders, hearts, mouths, and limbs are all hit and stabbed!

"Ahem......" He was powerless to retreat and coughed violently as he covered his heart, and his whole body's spiritual power rioted because of this wave of injuries.

Qi and blood retrograde.

"You, how could you ......"

However, before he finished speaking, another wave of ice picks that condensed into ice stabbed at him, fast and ruthless, forcing Feng Yu to ignore the questioning, and dodged in embarrassment while using spiritual power to resist resistance.

This time I was prepared.

When his dual-system spiritual power was opposed to Yechen's attack, he was only forced to take a few steps back.

There were no further injuries.

But it was precisely these few steps back that he was clearly engrossed in the enemy's counterattack, but in the end, he only lost a battle in the hands of the other party......

Holding the most bleeding wound on his shoulder, Feng Yu pursed his lips, his raised face turned pale, and his eyes were distorted and shocked.

"How could you ......"