Fu Zimo felt that it must be the little girl from Nanlu who did something.

But Mo Feng interrupted the time several times, so that he couldn't see what the little girl did after all.

Is it an enchantment, or is it a fall?

If it is an enchantment, depending on the firmness and power of this enchantment, no matter whether the little girl is assisted by a good magic weapon or not, she is undoubtedly a gifted enchantment master, a genius who is hard to find in the world.

"Enchantment Master......

Fu Zimo repeated these three words repeatedly in his heart.

It's a wonderful word.

In fact, the "Enchantment Master" has always been relatively marginal, with no grade to speak of, and no one even recognizes it.

Because anyone with mana can set up an enchantment.

There are very few complex and high-level enchantments in the world, and under normal circumstances, enchantments are set up by individuals, and their strength is only related to the level of each person's cultivation.

But the fundamental reason why the "Enchantment Master" is marginalized is precisely the difficulty of the Enchantment Gate.

At first glance, it seems that anyone can set the barrier they want.

But those are not the real enchantments of needles.

The real enchantment is that you can ignore cultivation and do whatever you want for all things themselves, such as the valley enchantment of Yin Yang Valley.

Like these few enchantments left by the ancient gods with screening and absolute control, they are enchantments in the true sense, but these are already rare things, and there are only a few places in the whole world.

But even if it is difficult to reach the sky, there are always people who have been groping for the knowledge of the enchantment.

It's just that for tens of thousands of years, no one has ever made any remarkable breakthroughs.

Therefore, the title of "Enchantment Master" is mostly a self-appointed title for those who are attached to this way, and the outside world does not agree with it, and the world does not respect it, in other words, it has no meaning except for the enthusiasm of comforting oneself.

Fu Zimo's heart suddenly moved.

If the little girl really set up an enchantment, then either she has a higher cultivation than Mo Feng, or she is a real one that only existed in ancient times-

Enchantmenter.

However, if she set up a formation......

Fu Zimo pursed the corners of his mouth slightly.

If it is a formation, then the formation cultivation of that "Lian'er" is only afraid that it will be above himself!

As the young master of the Eastern Continent, Fu Zimo's formation cultivation is a bit miserable to say - a four-rank array mage. His younger brother Fu Ziyi is also a fourth grade, and his younger sister Fu Di has just touched the edge of the third grade.

And Fu Tian, the head of the Donglu family, is a six-rank array mage.

Compared with the Eastern Continent, the refiners of the Western Continent and the Charmers of the Northern Continent all have nine-rank alchemists, and the high-level alchemists of the Southern Continent are mainly seven-grade, but occasionally there are eight-rank Dan masters.

Only the Eastern Continent lagged behind.

The second product is available, and the third product is sought-after.

Array mage, is it really declining......

Fu Zimo was unwilling, and couldn't help but glance at Liluo again.

She was flipping through the gestures.

Is it to withdraw? Or do you want to undo the enchantment? Fu Zimo's eyes narrowed, his mind moved slightly, and he quietly used his afterglow to quietly pay attention to the situation of the fall, and at the same time pay a little attention to Mo Feng, lest the other party suddenly interrupt him again.

As a result, what to fear, what to come.

Mo Feng stood directly between him and "Lian'er" and thanked him; Qianyan also came over and muttered with a resentful face, "Why didn't you use it earlier if you have a powerful formation." By the time they walked away, "Lian'er" had already stopped.

After complaining about Fu Zimo, Qian Yan turned around directly, faced everyone, and asked a sharp question seriously:

"The waterfowl are gone, but the shadow of the tower is gone, so—where the hell should we go?"