The two resentful eyes looked at each other, and in the not very harmonious atmosphere, the inner thoughts of the two of them were revealed.

After a long silence, a cough with a bit of embarrassment broke the original frozen environment.

"Ahem!" The stele spirit coughed lightly, looked at Feng Feiyu's face, and said with a somewhat flattering smile: "I remember, what you have to do is actually very simple, but for you now, it is difficult to go to heaven!"

"This line has been said, please change the line!" Feng Feiyu didn't eat him, the corners of his mouth were open, and behind the seemingly smile, he said a word that was difficult to swallow.

"I want you to help me get it back, this, that ......!" When the stele spirit spoke, a touch of sadness unconsciously appeared on his face, and after a long time, he slowly said: "Find my lost body!"

"What?" Feng Feiyu's eyes widened, staring at the stele spirit so much that he felt itchy all over his body, and then glanced away.

But at this time, the corners of his mouth unconsciously opened, obviously looking like he wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh.

"This, that, I'll ask weakly!" Feng Feiyu said, changing his tone and then saying, "Your lost body?" this, the amount of information is a bit large for a while, let me slow down!"

The stele spirit shook his head helplessly, looking at Feng Feiyu's forbearant smile, and sighed again and again.

"Isn't your body quite intact, how can you say you're lost?" he said, his eyes unconsciously glancing at the latter's somewhere, and then putting on a look that you know.

"Boy, you're in danger!" The stele spirit looked at Feng Feiyu's appearance, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, and then his palm slowly flowed, as if there was an endless amount of power secretly gathering in it.

Feng Feiyu took a look. This is worth it, and in a hurry, his figure flashed, and he was about to run away.

But the moment he turned around, there was only darkness in front of him, and then a dull sound came out, waiting for Feng Feiyu to slow down. Finally, I saw the appearance of the person in front of me.

This person is an old man with gray hair, holding a dusty, dust-free robe with blue Xuanwen engraved on it, according to his knowledge and experience in his previous life, it seems that only the strongest can reproduce it.

His heart trembled slightly, and Feng Feiyu only felt the breath of this old man. Why is it so familiar.

Without waiting for Feng Feiyu to ask the old man's origin, the old man opened his own mouth.

"Child, do you still know me?" said the old man softly, his face kind, without any sense of majesty.

A plain question, but it made Defeng Feiyu completely explode in an instant.

"Fuck, your uncle!" he immediately took a deep breath and summoned up full courage. He scolded.

It turned out that Defeng Feiyu instantly exploded. It was the voice of the old man who spoke, not the spirit of the stele who was going to teach him a lesson just now, who else could it be?

It's just that after the stele spirit turned into the image of the old man at this moment, even the temperament of the whole body has undergone tremendous changes.

After knowing the identity of the old man. Feng Feiyu was not in a hurry to scold, but turned to look at the old man's robe, and his face was happy.

"That, can you tell me the Xuanwen on this robe. What the hell is it for?" he said, and he couldn't help but touch it.

There is no other reason, the Xuanwen on the old man who is incarnated by the spirit of this stele is too complicated, so that even Feng Feiyu's experience and knowledge have to shake his head again and again, helpless.

"Want to know?" asked with a smile, a playful smile appeared on his face, and Feng Feiyu's heart immediately sank, and he secretly said that something was wrong.

"Forget it, I don't want to know!" After he finished speaking, his body turned sharply, and then he backhanded the body of the ancient clock that had just been collected from the storage bag.

The brass-colored ancient clock floats lonely in the air, surrounded by a few vague and non-existent aura, encircling its figure, adding a touch of sacred and solemn atmosphere.

I didn't have time to observe carefully just now, Feng Feiyu smiled secretly, now there is time, it seems that this time I am going to get a good baby again.

If the Heaven Sealing Lock Yuan Monument can be seen, then this thing must not be mortal.

He began to try to reach for it, trying to hold it in his hand.

But at the moment when he rolled out his hand, a wrinkled palm grabbed his outstretched little hand powerfully.

"Little one, I want you to do a few things before you touch it!" said the stele spirit, suddenly changing his previous hippie smile and becoming like a strict teacher.

After a pause, he continued: "First of all, use all the strength of your body, don't attack my body once with reservations!"

"Second, after the attack is completed, I want you to immediately expel all the remaining Ding Qi in your body!

"The third and most important thing is that you need to put your hand on my hand before you can touch it!"

Feng Feiyu touched his head speechlessly, what is the reason?

Attack you once? Do you have to empty all the qi in your body? Do you have to hold your hand to touch it?

"Don't have any doubts, my help is indispensable for your future path, as for whether you will believe me, it all depends on your performance this time!"

After the stele spirit finished speaking, he closed his eyes peacefully.

It seems that he is looking forward to Feng Feiyu's answer.

After listening to the somewhat far-fetched explanation of the stele spirit, Feng Feiyu took a deep breath, and the Ding Qi quietly operated between his hands, and after only a moment, a very large Ding Qi mass was formed.

He repeatedly groped for the core of Feng Huayuan's extreme style, and finally, he touched a door again.

After a few violent ups and downs in his chest, his figure quietly took a few steps back, and then, he shouted: "Kick a palm!"

"Who wasted time for whom, who wasted time for whom!"

After pinching out a familiar seal with both hands, Feng Feiyu slowly closed his eyes, relying only on his divine thoughts to determine the location of the stele spirit's body.

At the same time, a huge palm had formed on top of his figure.

Almost without thinking, at the moment when the handprint was formed, Feng Feiyu was a change in the seal and inspired it.

"Buzz rumble!"

With the sound of breaking the air, a huge handprint was quickly pressed down on the top of Feng Feiyu's head.

This force of destruction is enough to turn the enemy into ashes.

But seeing that the stele spirit on the opposite side was not panicked at all, only the edge of the robe fluttered a few times, but there was no more movement.

"Snort!"

At the feet of the stele spirit, because the ground could not withstand such a large force, after a few crunchy noises, it suddenly turned into powder and completely shattered.

With the previous precedent, it will be followed by a larger area and more destructive damage.

Soon, with the body of the stele spirit as the center, the ground was shattered into powder all around, and several unshakable boulders were forced into the ground by the powerful coercion, leaving only a few huge potholes on the surface.

The endless attacks, as dense as a rain of bullets, all turned into a huge force, towards the body of the stele spirit, like Mount Tai pressing on the top, drowning the body of the stele spirit in it.

", what about people?" Feng Feiyu gloated. (To be continued.) )