The sudden explosion of internal breath drove the oscillation of hundreds of limbs, and the amplitude penetrated directly into the center of the cold spring of the ice pool, and the energy of the explosion was pulled out, and in an instant, the tendons and veins were like an ice storm that flew sand and rocks, filling without leaving a single gap.

"Hmph!" Qin Mufeng snorted coldly, the ruddy body surface became snow-white in a blink of an eye, the divine power attached to the surface of the veins in his body gradually dissipated, and the viscous ice pool cold spring slowly merged into the veins under the further guidance of the internal breath, and the originally damaged tendons and veins slowly repaired themselves, and what was even more strange was that Qin Mufeng's weak breathing gradually became thick and powerful, and occasionally revealed a sharp roar.

The pile of sand and gravel at the bottom of the water moved slightly, and then a whirlpool was formed in the middle, and the surrounding sand and gravel flowed into it, and suddenly, a figure that was soaked in water and turned white like a bolt of lightning jumped up from it, and swooped into the water layer of the dome like a shuttle, and this semi-elliptical space under the water suddenly grew like a barb, extending straight to the water, and the speed was so fast that the submarine that had been waiting in the water was stunned!

Suddenly, a cold palm slapped under its jaw, and a dazzling golden light appeared between the fingers, but it dissipated in the blink of an eye, as brilliant as a flash in the pan, but where the palm was patted, the scales the size of a bowl revealed a trace of colorful colors in the middle, slowly spreading outward, and occasionally colorful light flowed in the entire scales.

The dragon has reverse scales, and it will be angry when it touches it—— but even if it is a thousand years old, if it can't survive the catastrophe, how can it become a dragon? And this Qin Mufeng sent out a reverse scale creation, which is its pass to make clouds and fog in the future and soar into space.

A long, thick groan vibrated open, and a string of blisters as swift as arrows caught up with the soaring figure. Qin Mufeng looked back, only to see that the latent Jiao was in place, but he just opened his mouth, and some light flashed in his vicious eyes. Qin Mufeng smiled back and rushed straight towards the round light above his head.

Centrido's body was finally blocked by the huge momentum of the waterfall, and he took a deep breath with the help of the blister sent by the submersible, spread his limbs and paddled hard to climb. The mouth of the pond became more and more spacious in the eyes, and the slender swimming fish swam leisurely beside them, and the fiery red light floated in the eyes under the refraction of the water waves.

The gentle breeze in the mountains and forests no longer felt cold after the first light rose in the east, and the rocks under Mu Jingwu's ass had been hot, even though his head had been lit for a long time like a chicken pecking rice, his eyes were bloodshot, showing that he had been waiting for a whole night of fatigue and prostration.

"Wow!" Mu Jingwu jumped up instinctively, but his crossed feet were wrenched, and he fell on all fours, and the wound on his back was touched by the sand and gravel on the rock, bringing the pain of baring his teeth and grinning.

"Brother!" Qin Mufeng gasped, his voice was hoarse, Mu Jingwu hurriedly sat up, only to see Qin Mufeng's whole body as white as a bubbling corpse, he was frightened at the moment, and he was about to step forward to help him when he got up, but he sat cross-legged for too long, his legs were sore, and he fell to the ground after eating.

Looking at Mu Jingwu's funny appearance, although Qin Mufeng had gone through hardships and had no strength, he couldn't help laughing, knowing that this world was just an illusory realm that had been conjured up, but the rising sun, the mountains and the breeze in front of him, he only felt fortunate to be born here.

In contrast, the ancient wilderness seen from the void will, although there are fairyland-like colors, but it is like walking in a dream, as for the purgatory scene of the scorched earth and black wind, it is like a nightmare, tightly wrapped in the heart with a sense of oppressive suffocation, and the bottom of the heart spontaneously wants to avoid and escape.

However, Qin Mufeng didn't know in his heart that although the two worlds were very different, they were interdependent, and if he wanted to be at ease in this world, he would inevitably face his current powerlessness one day, and one day, he would make this world a reality.

In front of him is the hundred-year-old feud of the Qin family, the Tiandao Gate, the Huahe Gate, the Star Ray Sect, and the Night Rakshasa of the Divine Dragon, any of which is a mountain that he is difficult to face now...... It is the bluestone that can't be touched by the end of the world now - the sentence "young people don't know the taste of sorrow", it turned out to be just a bold faction relying on the old and selling the old.

When are you not worried about your life? Children are worried about their "child" label and can't wait to grow up after eating the next bite of food; students are worried about their grades and result-oriented parents and teachers; fledgling people are worried about assets and funds, they are worried about their qualifications and experience and ability when they stand firmly, and they are worried about their children when they are parents...... Life, but the repetition of the word "sorrow", how can it be bold with the sentence "teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow"?

The so-called boldness, but with the growth of age, the gradual lack of a sense of security, and bury the voice deep in the heart, but show people with a crazy and heroic mask, but when you are alone, you will eventually taste the bitterness alone, the so-called "even if there are a thousand styles, who to talk to" is also lonely.

The sentence "brother" finally made Mu Jingwu calm, looking at Qin Mufeng's tragic situation with concern, he hurriedly clenched his fists, pounded garlic and hammered his numb legs, and his face was full of blue and red alternately, which made Qin Mufeng make a broken pig cry.

"You brute with no conscience!" Mu Jingwu scolded, stood up tremblingly, strode over, stretched out his hands to hold Qin Mufeng, but the moment he touched him, the cold through the bones passed straight from Qin Mufeng's body surface along his fingers to the bottom of his heart, Mu Jingwu instinctively withdrew his hand, and his complexion changed greatly.

On the other hand, Qin Mufeng, under the joy and pleasure of seeing his friends, the nerves that had been tense for a long time finally relaxed, but his eyes were dark, and he felt that his whole body was weak, and the whole person pounced on Mu Jingwu.

Mu Jingwushi couldn't imagine what happened to him, hugging Qin Mufeng, who was cold, and didn't care about his cold body surface, he dragged Qin Mufeng back to the shore in a huff, rubbed his hands and touched Qin Mufeng's body up and down, and then pulled a piece of tiger skin and covered Qin Mufeng's body, regenerating the fire and roasting meat, and after being busy for a while, he completely forgot the pain on his body.

The warm sun of spring slowly rose, bringing lazy warmth, not long after, Qin Mufeng woke up slowly, and the appearance of the whole person also slightly returned to his usual appearance, watching Mu Jingwu rub his hands and sigh, the beads of sweat on his forehead continued to drip down, and another smirk, so angry that Mu Jingwu scolded with his hands on his hips, and at the moment he bragged about how brave he was and how he fought the tiger with his bare hands, Qin Mufeng just smiled, pretending to worship and echoing, but he only said a sentence to himself.

For the ancient thing of Bingtan Cold Spring, Qin Mufeng didn't say anything to this good brother after all, those distant absurdities, even if he himself was half-asleep and half-awake, let alone Mu Jingwu?

After resting and eating, the two of them embarked on the return journey with each other, and the figure gradually disappeared into the mountains and forests where the grass grew and the warbler flew - this way, no matter whether it was rugged or bitter, it was finally accumulated for the future of joy and smiles.