"Then ......" Feng Qingling wanted to say something more, but Long Xiangyu turned around, sat down cross-legged not far away, and even closed his eyes and entered a state of meditation. Feng Qingling was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but burst out in his heart, secretly thinking that this thing is not a meditation cultivator, and he is deliberately angry with the old lady, right?

Feng Qingling snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves and turned around, ready to chat with Leng Qianhan and kill time. Thinking of that, Leng Qianhan had already sat up on the other side, itching Feng Qing's aura, but he didn't know who to be angry at. I had to keep pacing there by myself, thinking about what to do next.

To be honest, when she came out this time, she was just teasing Long Xiangyu because her days were too boring, who would have thought that so many changes would occur in a few days, and she would have cultivated to the fullest, and Long Xiangyu also lost the position of Dragon Monarch because of some unnecessary things, and several of them now have to come to this place for a strange reason. When she agreed to help the Fox King, she was just holding the mentality of being idle and bored, otherwise, how could she Feng Qingling be threatened by the Fox King's little tricks. She has always adhered to the principle of 'soldiers come to block the water and cover the earth' for so many tens of thousands of years, and she has always done what she wants, at ease, and fearlessly, but now, she really has to think about why it will lead to so many consequences.

The man didn't keep them waiting long, and when the first rays of sunlight came in overhead, the man walked towards them with the warm light. Leng Qianhan and Long Xiangyu, who were sitting on the side meditating, did not react more because of the arrival of that person, but Feng Qingling woke up from his contemplation, looked at the person with an indifferent expression, and walked in front of him.

This person is not very kind, his face is handsome, his expression is cold, he has white hair, he is dressed in white, he stands there so indifferently, as if his whole person is going to melt into the white of the sky and the earth, only when that ray of warm light is reflected in the black and white eyes of that person, there is a little vitality.

Feng Qingling was sure that he didn't know this person. Speaking of which, in this world, most of the immortals and demons who can be counted know her Feng Qingling, but there are many people she Feng Qingling doesn't know, which is not surprising. The reason is, of course, someone's eternal calamity, nirvana's inexhaustible pannia, and inexhaustible rebirth.

"You ......"

"I'm the master of this snowy land!" The man's cold face was still the same, but his voice was very warm, and this voice accompanied this cold face, which was really a bit disagreeable.

Feng Qingling frowned: "You should know why we are here?"

"I don't know!" said the man, his expressionless face could not tell whether his words were true or false.

"We are here for Qitong Ling!" Feng Qingling was too lazy to be polite.

The man's eyebrows moved slightly, and his gaze at her was a little more clear, but it was only for a moment: "That Qitong Ling is not a rare plant, and it doesn't hurt to give it to you." It's a pity that when you came here, you broke the rules of Xiaxia, and it is impossible to give you anything anymore!

As soon as his words fell, Dianmo and Feng Jue fell from his sleeves.

"You !!" Feng Qingling has never seen someone more self-conscious, and today she has seen it, but thinking that this is someone else's territory, she can only endure it, stretch out her hand to pull out the ink, take Feng Jue back into her arms, and look sideways at Leng Qianhan and Long Xiangyu.

The two pig teammates were still meditating with their eyes closed, as if they hadn't heard their conversation at all.