The eight square stones placed in Fengyun are not very large, the largest is only two feet square, and the smallest one is only the size of a shoebox.

Fengyun's gaze slowly moved over them, as if observing something, and finally settled on the smallest cube of stone, and picked it up.

After looking at it for a moment, he set it aside again, and then picked up the second-to-last stone.

In this way, Fengyun looked at all eight stones in the order from smallest to largest, and looked at them very carefully.

After examining all eight stones, Fengyun thought for a moment, dropped them, and ran into the woods.

It didn't take long for Fengyun to run out of the woods again, but unlike when he entered the woods empty-handed, he came out of the woods with a large bundle of rattans.

Fengyun returned to the square pile of stones and began to fix the rattan gathered from the woods. In a short time, he weaved two large baskets.

The craft of basket weaving, Fengyun is very good, because when he goes out, no one knows when he will encounter something useful, in order to be able to bring them all back, he can learn from the basket weaving masters in the tribe.

Fengyun examined the two large baskets, then placed eight square stones in each of them, and walked towards the woods with one in each hand.

When he reached the edge of the woods, he seemed to remember something, put down the two large baskets, and walked briskly into the woods, and when he came out he had in his hand a rope made of sharpened poles and two rattans.

Fengyun threaded two rattan ropes through the small holes on the two of them, which he had left behind when he was weaving the basket.

Wrapping the rattan rope around the ends of the flat pole a few times, Fengyun bent down slightly and picked up the two large baskets.

This time the wind and clouds did not enter the woods again, but jumped up and landed on the treetops, and then ran forward on the treetops, very steady, as if walking on the ground.

What is even more exaggerated is that where his feet are stepping, the seemingly slender branches are not visible to bend significantly.

Not to mention that Fengyun's weight itself is not light, just the stones in the two baskets he carried are not ordinarily heavy, not to mention that the branches that Fengyun tramples on are very thin, even if they are ten times thicker, they can't bear it at all.

The wind and clouds soon passed through the woods and landed on the ground.

He didn't stop and continued to run, but the direction he went was not where the cannibal barbarians were, on the contrary, the direction he went was exactly the opposite of where the cannibal barbarians were.

The wind was blowing at the foot of the wind and clouds, and the speed was so fast that a faint afterimage appeared everywhere it passed.

After traveling for almost a hundred miles in one breath, Fengyun slowed down and finally came to a halt in a mountain range.

Fengyun put down the basket and looked at the square stones in the basket, and then a painful expression appeared on his face.

After a slight hesitation, he reached into the leather bag he was carrying, and by the time he pulled his hand out, he was already holding a spinel in his hand.

After staring at the spinel for a moment, he held out a finger, and then there was a faint light in his finger.

"Puff ......"

The next moment the light came through Fengyun's finger, there was a soft sound near the finger, as if something had been cut open.

Fengyun himself didn't care at all, but once again cast his gaze on the spinel. After a few seconds, his shiny finger suddenly moved, and he slashed at the spinel several times at great speed.

The spinel split open and became five pieces, each of a different size, but they also had something in common, that they were all very smooth where they were cut, smoother than a mirror.

Fengyun placed five small pieces of spinel on a square stone in a basket, and took a piece of spinel from the bag of hides, and cut it apart as well, except that it was not cut into five, but three.

Fengyun took the eight square stones out of the basket one by one, and placed the eight small pieces of spinel on top of them.

At this time, you will find that he has already planned the cutting of spinel, and their size matches the size of the square stone, large to large, small to small.

He looked around as if to confirm something, and then moved the eight stones along with the spinel placed on them, eventually placing them in different places.

The distance between the stones is not close, the two nearest blocks are at least ten zhang away, and the distance between the two farthest blocks is fifty zhang away.

Once the stone was placed, Storm walked over to the smallest stone and picked it up, and then a light shone from his index finger again, but this time Storm did not use it against the spinel again, but reached it towards the stone.

With a few quick strokes that were difficult to catch with his eyes, Fengyun removed a two-finger-sized strip from the stone, and a hole appeared in the stone.

Fengyun unhurriedly picked up the small piece of cut spinel. I slipped it through the small hole, and then put the stone strip back in.

It seemed that there was another space in the stone, and the stone bar was put back without any resistance.

The stone strips fit very well together, and the gaps between them are so small that even if you look closely, it is difficult to spot its existence.

Fengyun didn't seem to be satisfied with this, and once again stretched out his finger, which was the finger that had become sharper than a knife after glowing.

It glowed outwards as well, but this time it was red, and the whole finger was red, like a red-hot bar.

In fact, it doesn't look like a red-hot bar, it's really hot, as evidenced by the violent twisting of the air in its vicinity.

Fengyun put his red finger on the gap between the stone bar and the stone, and then he saw that the surface of the stone, especially where Fengyun's finger touched, showed signs of melting.

The melt wasn't severe, and Storm withdrew his fingers before the lava could flow down, but that was enough, the gaps between the stone bars and the stones were gone, and they were re-welded together.

Over the course of the next few years, Fengyun repeated the same thing seven times, and he did the same with the remaining seven stones as he did with the first square stone.

After dealing with it, Fengyun was not idle, and walked quickly to the smallest of the eight stones, picked it up, and held it in the palm of his hand, and his expression became serious at this time, as if he was going to do something very important next.