When this meeting ended, Mrs. Bi asked Feng Qinglang to send Dongfang Pei on her behalf, Feng Qinglang naturally pretended to be quite happy, and was grateful to Mrs. Bi for her appearance, it was indeed an extraordinary honor for ordinary people to climb Dongfang Pei.

Under that small building, Dongfang Pei deliberately did not avoid the eyes and ears of the attendants around him, and said lightly: "Boy, I think you are very pleasing to the eye, the old man's residence is the small building over there, there are a few small toys of illusion, are you interested in coming to watch one or two?"

Feng Qinglang was busy and said in fear: "My honor, Your Excellency Dongfang Pei" completely lost Wen Ruyu's usual arrogance and arrogance.

But when he really arrived at Dongfang Pei's residence, after arranging the soundproof magic pattern, Feng Qinglang immediately straightened his waist again, put his butt on the largest and most comfortable soft chair in the room, and scolded: "Dongfang Pei, you deliberately put the shelf so full, just so that I can salute you a few more times?"

Dongfang Pei hahadaxiao, said: "I said sunny, you said how filthy you have to be in your heart to guess the old man like this? haha, but that's right, I just deliberately said something inconsequential to make you bow in fear."

Dongfang Pei took out a bottle of exquisite fruit juice wine in the wine cabinet next to the fireplace, poured a glass for each of them, handed it to Feng Qinglang and said, "It's very expensive, don't drink it in one sip."

Feng Qinglang took it angrily, and Dongfang Pei said again: "Don't be childish, you're all old."

Seeing that the old man was embarrassed to say such a thing, Feng Qinglang had no choice but to laugh and say: "Yes, yes, I don't respect the old man, I was wrong"

Dongfang Pei didn't mind that Feng Qinglang occupied the most comfortable position, so he dragged a chair casually, sat down next to Feng Qinglang, clinked glasses lightly, and said with a smile: "For the reunion after a long absence, Qinglang, I'm glad to see that you are still alive"

"For the reunion after a long absence" Feeling the sincerity of the other party, Feng Qinglang touched a glass with the other party.

Who knew that Dongfang Pei then said: "Do you know, I am calculating the days, you should be hanging in the winter, and I also made a heavy bet on the Ulysses family of the Di Dynasty, betting that you will die in this midwinter, alas, seeing that your body is still showing signs of improvement, my investment is about to be lost...... Haha, don't be in a hurry to get angry, you're old, you have to learn to face life calmly"

"Alas, I suddenly remembered Dongfang Haoran, he is so upright and straight, and you ...... By the way, is this grandson biological?" Feng Qinglang crossed his legs and reclined on the luxurious soft chair, feeling Dongfang Pei's usually extremely luxurious life, but it was not good for what was in the cup, and he couldn't taste what was the price of this wine?

Dongfang Pei said gloomily: "Yes, I have always suspected that this matter really needs to be investigated...... Well, is this little guy doing well in Mingguang?"

Feng Qinglang said: "It's good, but there is no special opportunity, it may be difficult to surpass you in this life." ”

If it is heard by others, it must be felt that this is not a normal thing, Dongfang Pei is so easy to surpass? That is a generation of magic pattern masters, maybe I still think that this evaluation is already extremely high.

Who knew that Dongfang Pei frowned and said, "Didn't he have this opportunity with you?"

Feng Qinglang shook his head slightly and said, "It's not enough, he's too smooth." It's like a sword blade, it continues to be sharpened, it does get sharper and sharper, but it is not really tempered, and it is always easy to break"

Dongfang Pei scratched his beard trimmed like a blade in distress, and said, "I can't artificially create some trouble for him."

Feng Qinglang felt that this old friend attached great importance to Dongfang Haoran, and couldn't help laughing: "Dongfang Lao'er, if you care, everyone has their own opportunities, Dongfang Haoran is calm now, but presumably he will also have his own life." Think about what you were doing when you were in your twenties, remember you said that you were just a librarian in a small town, right?

Dongfang Pei was not satisfied with Feng Qing's words at all, and said with a smile: "That's right, come, another cup"

"By the way, you Mingguang weirdos, did you have an attack some time ago?" Dongfang Pei asked seemingly casually.

Feng Qinglang said: "Well, I was present at the time, and I sealed it with my own hands."

Dongfang Pei said again: "Has anything strange happened?"

The process of sealing that strange egg, for ordinary martial artists, may be an exciting process that cannot be encountered a few times in a lifetime, even if it is Dongfang Haoran, it is also an extremely unforgettable experience.

But for Feng Qinglang and Dongfang Pei, the incident at that level was just an ordinary demonic experience, so Feng Qinglang knew that Dongfang Pei meant something else, so he recalled it carefully before saying: "I think that weird guy is quite emotional, not like an ordinary evil thing......

Dongfang Pei thought about it thoughtfully, but Qi Feng said something else, and said slowly: "Hey, do you remember the magic pattern that we sealed together back then?"

That was a few years ago, the two had just met, but Dongfang Pei had already become famous all over the world, and Feng Qinglang had just resisted the stigma, a fugitive like a lost dog, but the two met in the Canyon of Death, when the two belonged to different teams and performed different tasks, but Zuihou collided together, as Zuihou two survivors, they sealed an extremely vicious place with a magic pattern.

That seal, Dongfang Pei has always felt that it is his most haode work, but it is a pity that there is another co-author...... At the same time, this magic pattern is not known to the world, and no one knows that its existence has made an outstanding contribution to the stability of the stigma.

Feng Qinglang frowned slightly and said, "What's wrong there?"

Dongfang Pei said: "It's just a small problem, it seems that a large creature has passed by there, causing a small area of damage to the magic pattern, and someone has already asked my old man to take care of it......"

This is not a problem, at most it belongs to the regular maintenance of the top-level sealing magic pattern, could it be that the large creatures passing by appear too strangely? Otherwise, Dongfang Pei would not have taken it out for no reason, so Feng Qinglang still looked at Dongfang Pei suspiciously.

Dongfang Pei took a sip of the wine in his glass, and a look of doubt flashed through his eyes, and said: "In the process of repairing the seal, I always feel that in the dark depths of the underground, there are many voices, shouting at the same time, trying to confide something to me......"

Feng Qinglang was finally moved, reaching Dongfang Pei's level of spiritual cultivation, it is generally extremely difficult to hallucinate, and suppressing the stone tablet there, high into the sky, theoretically also isolates all spiritual invasion, and their magic patterns are also painted around that stone tablet.

But now, Dongfang Pei actually said that he could hear some sounds that he shouldn't have heard, what kind of terrifying spiritual cultivation should the existence under the stone tablet be?

Feng Qinglang could even imagine the picture at that time, in the vastness of the Death Canyon, Dongfang Pei stood alone beside the stele, and under the stele, it had become a bottomless pitch-black abyss, curling gunpowder smoke slowly rising, countless faces rose with the gunsmoke, distorted by the diffuse smoke, and roared hoarsely at Dongfang Pei.