"Dad, this map is so weird, I don't know what it's made of. After half a sound, Xiao Tian took a breath, reached out and wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead, and immediately returned the map to Ling Yunfeng and said.

No matter what method he used, he couldn't pull out the remnants of the picture.

"Forget it, if you have the opportunity to find other remnants in the future, you will know what secrets are hidden behind this. Ling Yunfeng took the remnant map, studied it up and down for a while, but still didn't gain anything, and then put the map away with a slight sigh.

It seems that he has to find other remnants to know the secret behind this, so he is still excited today......

"Wow!"

The next day, in a quiet and deep mountain range a few miles away from Oniyu City, a sharp chirp suddenly sounded, and then a huge cyan giant bird with four wings on its back rose from the woods in the mountain range, and its vibrating wings brought a fierce whirlwind to the distance.

For this huge cyan giant bird, as long as you know it, you will definitely be extremely surprised, this cyan giant bird is a kind of magical beast with a very high bloodline - four-winged Qingluan, but at this time, this four-winged Qingluan is already a master, because there are two figures sitting behind him.

"Dad, you said that in that meteorite chaos, can you really find the mud of Mixed Thunder Xuanchen? That's the material for refining artifacts. Xiao Tian sat on the back of the four-winged Qingluan and asked Ling Yunfeng on the side, "I don't know, there is a chance, it is estimated that there is still more than a month away from the meteorite chaos here, let's also go to the refining space to cultivate." Ling Yunfeng said slightly, he also knew that the chance was not big, but he still had to try his luck, anyway, he was going to the Cangming Sea to find the ancient water genus.

As the words fell, Ling Yunfeng held the Nine Dragons Refining Heaven Ding in his hand with a single thought, and then changed to the size of a grain of sand.

At the same time, Ling Yunfeng and Xiao Tian turned into a crimson streamer at the same time and entered the refining space.

The sand-like Nine Dragons Refining Heaven Tripod landed on the back of the four-winged Qingluan, burrowing into the thick feathers on its back.

In the refining space, on an empty ground, the golden boy sat cross-legged, with a handprint on his hand, his eyes closed, his face as calm as the ancient pool of water, and he breathed in and out, affecting the surrounding energy, and his body was shrouded in a dazzling golden light, and he was not awakened by the entry of Ling Yunfeng and Xiao Tian.

"What kind of magical beast is the golden boy, the talent is really strong!" Ling Yunfeng looked at the golden boy who was in a state of cultivation, and couldn't help but smack his tongue.

I was shocked by the talent of this little guy, and the strength of this little guy has risen a lot during this time.

If the late second-order of Warcraft is also divided into three stages: high-level, middle-level, and low-level, then Golden Boy's current cultivation has reached the intermediate stage of the late second-order stage.

This is at least equivalent to the cultivation of human beings at the level of martial artists, you must know that it was not long before the golden boy broke through the late stage of the second order, and it is estimated that at his speed, he will be able to break through to the third level in half a year.

You must know that if an ordinary demonic beast wants to break through the first-order cultivation, it will not be possible to do it in a few years to a few decades.

"Hey, hey, hey, Xiao Tian said with a smile.

Hearing this, Ling Yunfeng glanced at this little guy, and became even more speechless, this little guy is even more perverted than the golden boy, and his cultivation speed is like riding a rocket.

In a month, it has reached the level of the middle stage of the demon soul stage, and it is estimated that it will not be too long to break through to the late stage of the demon soul stage.

"Alas, it's still me who is the saddest. Ling Yunfeng smiled helplessly, he could only blame his own life, he didn't have the talent and opportunity of those two little guys.

Immediately, he ignored Xiao Tian, who was still grinning proudly, and sat cross-legged directly in place, and his handprints quickly formed and entered the cultivation state.

Seeing Ling Yunfeng cultivating, no one was playing with him, so Xiao Tian had no choice but to sit down cross-legged and enter the cultivation state.

A towering mountain peak is shrouded in clouds and mist, and there is a delicate small courtyard in the dense forest on the mountainside.

The sound of this flute is clear and graceful, long and stretching, like the murmuring sound of a forest stream, and the melody is melodious, making people smell it as if bathing in the spring breeze.

The sound of the flute is sometimes low and tactful, continuous, sometimes sonorous and rapid, like a splashing spring.

In this beautiful sound of the flute, many pedestrians outside the courtyard couldn't help but stop and listen, their eyes were closed, their faces were intoxicated, and their muscles were extremely relaxed, bathing in the sound of the flute.

There were also a lot of birds gathered in the nearby trees, and this group of birds was also unusually quiet, all of them stopped quietly on the treetops, without making a single chirp, as if they were afraid of breaking this beautiful artistic conception.

The sound of the flute is like a story, telling the endless melancholy, confusion and sorrow in the hearts of the people who play the flute. However, without losing the meaning of freedom and heroism, these diametrically opposed emotions are perfectly combined, which is a little unimaginable.

The sound of the flute, mixed with thousands of emotions in the world, quietly merges into the depths of the heart of the person who hears the flute, making it seem as if he has entered the inner world of the person who plays the flute and falls into contemplation.

However, the sound of this flute is more mixed with sadness and sorrow, as if it is a nostalgia for something that has been lost or a loved one.

Immediately, the sound of the flute slowly weakened, but just as the sound of the flute was about to disappear, a graceful and elegant singing voice slowly came, singing: "Today, I have seen all the red dust, and it is like the east water going to the passing year." Looking back on the past life, I smiled and cried, and now I think about the hardships and fate...... The smoke and dust are billowing and covering the red glow, the vast expanse can be divided, and the poor autumn colors are boundless, not to mention that all things in heaven and earth are gorgeous......"

"The chaos in the world continues, the emperor is in vain, the vast and unseen, a few more prosperity can not help but see, a line of red glow and the world is dim, the amount of calamity is endless, the gods and Buddhas of the past are now dusty, who is the vast world and the world is dim, I stroll from the chaos. ”

After a while, the graceful singing slowly dissipated among the mountains, but the sound of the flute and the song still seemed to still echo in everyone's hearts, and I saw that the people outside the courtyard were still slightly closed at this time, still immersed in this artistic conception mixed with thousands of emotions.

"The beautiful Xiaosheng singing is mixed with such a strong sense of melancholy and confusion, and people who have not experienced it themselves will never make such a swan song. Outside the courtyard, a beautiful girl in plain white palace dress muttered with a somewhat lost look.

"Yes, and the most rare thing is that this melancholy is mixed with the feeling of freedom and the ambition of the composer's heart. Beside this beautiful girl in plain white palace dress, a girl in a pale red dress also said with an intoxicated face.

This woman's appearance is not worse than the former, of course, if Ling Yunfeng is here, she will definitely be shocked, isn't this woman the beautiful woman who has had some grievances with her in the Demon Yuan Mountain Range.

"When did you ever have such a rhythm in our house? The beautiful girl in the pale red dress came back to her senses and said.

"I don't know, but the voice just now seems to be Xue Yan's. The beautiful woman in the white palace dress frowned slightly, and said with some uncertainty.

"Sister Xue Yan, no, why didn't I know that she was so accomplished in music and rhythm after being together for so long?" said the beautiful girl in the pale red dress.

"I'm not sure either, but the sound of the flute just now did come from Xue Yan's yard, let's go in and have a look. The woman in the white palace dress said.

"Well, I came here to talk to Sister Xue Yan, I've been bored to death these days. The beautiful girl in the pale red dress said, and then the two of them walked into the courtyard together.

In the courtyard, a girl in a pink dress stood in the wind, and her delicate body under the soft dress outlined a graceful arc in the air.

A black hair like ink is scattered behind him, a few strands of sideburns are scattered in his ears, and he is dressed plainly but not luxuriously, but it invisibly shows an elegant and noble temperament, which makes people look very comfortable.

At this time, the girl's beautiful face was gloomy, and she looked sadly at the mountains and dense forests in the distance, and her eyes were distracted.

Behind this woman, there was also a beautiful girl in a lilac dress, this girl looked sixteen or seventeen years old, her face was slightly red, like pink peach petals that had just opened.

The eyebrows covered by a few bangs are as slender as willow leaves, a pair of pure big eyes flashing under them, a beautiful little nose is slightly upturned, and long black hair is combed back in a simple bun.

"Sister Xue Yan, are you thinking about Brother Yunfeng again?" asked the beautiful girl in the purple dress softly.

"Mengyu, do you think it's possible for him to be alive?" asked the beautiful girl in the pink dress, her eyes moved slightly. These two people are Ling Xueyan and Ling Mengyu.

"I'm not sure, but I always feel that Brother Yun Feng shouldn't have anything to do. Ling Mengyu said, but she said that, but she didn't have much hope in her heart.

During this time, she also sent a lot of people to the Demon Yuan Mountain Range to look for them a few times, but each time they were in vain, and they couldn't find any news about Ling Yunfeng at all.

"Really, why do you think he is so miserable?......" Ling Xueyan's eyes were in a trance, and she sighed slightly.

"Mengyu, Sister Xue Yan, you are all here!" At this moment, a pleasant voice came, and two shadows walked in from outside the courtyard, it was the beautiful girl in the pale red dress and the beautiful woman in the white palace dress before.

"Miss Yuexi and Miss Luoxi, why are you here? Hearing this, Ling Xueyan turned her head and forcibly showed a smile on her face, listening to her title, you could know that the woman in white palace clothes was Qin Yuexi from Qingfu City.

As for the remaining beautiful girl in a light red dress, her name is Nangong Luoxi, the identity of this woman is not simple, she is the daughter of the dean of the Soul Martial Arts Academy, and the eldest lady of the Soul Martial Arts Academy.

It's probably like a gathering of things, and at this time, these beautiful women are all acquaintances.