Not only was the guardian complaining about Jing Ling, in fact Feng Jun was also a little depressed. After all, it was a prying from the fit period. If he didn't understand the matter, he was always pressed against a stone in his heart.

However, he was not sure whether Jing Ling was passive and sabotaged, or Hewei's ancestor never spied it again. If he didn't figure this out, he certainly couldn't say anything.

The creation of the fountain of longevity is actually very fast—mainly because the preliminary work has been done enough. It took him only three days to lay all the treasures in place. Just before he activated the formation, the green beads smashed in the grass. It jumped over 700 meters away.

It stayed precisely in the upper reaches of the small water pool. Then, the vitality stone that wrapped the roots disappeared, and the white roots appeared, and it quickly went underground, and its storage bracelet rolled on a leaf, also instantly No trace.

"Fortunately, it is near the confluence point of the ground veins, not the oil production area," Feng Jun took a breath, with the squeaky vigor of the purple grass, if the bottom is really crude oil, it is estimated that nothing will settle down.

He created the fountain of longevity, which was originally very eye-catching, but in the manor, Jingling and two true monarchs were paying attention. It was not easy for others to spy on it blatantly. Now the action of Crimson Pearl Grass has attracted attention again. Less prying eyes.

Feng Jun didn't care about this, he played a long series of tactics, and then quickly activated the defensive array, and he saw the fog above the spring becoming thicker at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The spiritual thoughts of Crimson Grass also spread, "The gravel here is a bit dirty, I have to clean it for a while... Since it is water for people to drink, it shouldn't be too dirty."

Obviously you have a habit of cleanliness, but you push it on others! Feng Jun pouted silently.

At this moment, two thoughts suddenly entered his sea of ​​knowledge, but Jing Ling and the boss reminded them together, "That guy is here again!"

Is He Wei the founder? Feng Jun looked in the direction they signaled, flipped his wrists, and revealed a talisman, "Senior stay!"

Fu Lu is actually not very useful. Except for the detection of Qi, it is to track the breath, and the opponent is a powerful in the body phase, even if the breath can be traced, what can it be? Even if he traced the breath, it was impossible not to catch up with the other person's shadow.

However, this talisman is not very useful, but it is extremely harmful, and its dignified combination of power, if it is tracked by the Jin Dan stage, even a short period of time, it is enough to become an indelible shame in the opponent's life.

Sure enough, after he showed the talisman, the two consciousnesses told him again: that breath did not leave.

Almost three seconds later, a divine thought appeared in his mind quietly and stiffly, "The talisman is good, don't say anything!"

Sure enough, Feng Jun could guess why Hewei Yuanzu left the last time because he called his name.

Ordinarily, it is normal to have an appellation for visiting Da Neng, but if Da Neng's whereabouts are spied on, it is naturally inappropriate to name him.

So Feng Jun calmly put away the Fulu, and began to move the facilities around the Changsheng Spring, and even built a pavilion on the spring mouth. The top of the pavilion has an array pattern that isolates the exploration of the spiritual sense.

In fact, this pattern is better than nothing, and it means to guard against the gentleman but not against the villain.

However, there is no other way. Although the Changshengquan can be hidden, the growth of the crimson grass requires light and Taoism,

If you really block the inside and outside, this environment would be too unfriendly to Crimson Grass.

Xuanyuanbuqi brought seven or eight children to watch, and when he saw it, he stepped forward to help him. It was almost evening when he was finished.

Zhenjun Buqi could guess that Hewei's original ancestor probably stayed, but it was obviously not when he was talking about it. He glanced at Qian Zhong, and the two left with a tacit understanding.

Feng Jun didn't stay in the manor either, but flashed out, and after a few shifts, he came to a hillside.

The grass and trees on the mountain are relatively vigorous, and the white gravel beach cultivating cave is directly opposite. There are a lot of people who have signed up to practice here, and there are many cultivators around them all day long. There are also many cultivators around, and some people just occupy a space and release tables and chairs. Drinking tea and wine waiting for places in the cave.

When Feng Shanzhu arrived in such a place, he couldn't cause much reaction-at least on the surface it seemed calm.

The Du family's patrol team saw him from a long-term perspective, that is, slightly nodded, and then walked away quickly, without the guts to step forward to say hello.

As for the divine thoughts that are concerned overtly and secretly, there is really no way to care about it, and Feng Shanzhu can only pretend not to know.

However, it is not just him who pretends to be ignorant. The next moment, as if a small wind blows by his side, a fat middle-aged man appears next to him, his face is full of flesh, and he doesn't need any makeup to play in Zhenguanxi.

Feng Jun glanced sideways at him, took out a can of beer to open it, and then slightly nodded, "I have seen Senior."

The fat man waved his hand, "Give me two cans too. Your deduction... is really amazing."

The visitor was the He Wei ancestor of Zhen Dao. He sensed the other party's investigation, and the knowledge is the deduction of identity verification, but he just didn't feel what the other party did, and couldn't help but praise him.

When it comes to his cultivation level, it is normal to praise young people, but the premise is that the other party really deserves his praise.

Feng Jun took two cans of beer and replied casually, "It's just a fluke, but if there is nothing peculiar, it can't be regarded as the predecessor's repeated attention."

He has already decided that he has to make a mistake, and resolutely does not call the other person by name. As a human being, it is better to stay on the sidelines.

"This wine... is also a mortal thing," the middle-aged fat man took a look at the beer bottle in his hand and opened the lid, "but this font is interesting...tons, tons, tons, hiccups~"

Feng Jun’s beer is sold in Huaxia Supermarket. It is still a domestic brand. There is a clear difference from the font here, but the traces of inheritance can still be seen. He smiled disapprovingly, "I am not drinking wine, but feelings."

Then he took out a cigarette to light it, and let out two smoke rings leisurely, "Even if you are a cultivator, you will occasionally do something boring, seniors, don't you?"

Hervey knew that this little guy was taunting himself secretly, but if he could be annoyed by this kind of nonsense, he would have lived such a long time in vain, so after drinking tons of beer, he Hiccup.

"Aren't you good at deduction? Can you count me for what I am looking for?"

"Not interested," Feng Jun shook his head, and replied bluntly, "If that would offend seniors, then I can't figure it out."

"You guy," Hervey shook his head helplessly, "it's not fun at all, it's boring."

"Isn't that good?" Feng Jun laughed as soon as he heard it. "Senior, then change place and stay here all the time. I'm not used to it either."

He actually wanted to issue a eviction order, but the other party had no obvious maliciousness, and he didn't want to be too offensive.

Hervey shook his head helplessly, and opened another can of beer, "Young people nowadays are getting impatient...what an ugly word!"

Feng Jun simply stopped answering this sentence—he was really not that boring.

"I'm looking for you, mainly to ask you to help break a ban," Hervey felt a little bored, so she could only take the initiative to speak, "I also want to give it a try to see if I can get the heart of life."

Feng Junbai glanced at him, "I can't tell at all, you have an attitude of asking someone for help... My time is limited."

This is a disguised chauffeur, but he is not to blame-hiding in the dark and peeping, is this the appearance of asking someone for help?

Hervey didn't care about his attitude, but responded directly, "The prohibition to ask you for help... is more sensitive."

"Well, sensitive?" Feng Jun frowned and glanced at him sideways. "So...Senior originally planned to use strong?"

"That's not true," Hervey denied it bluntly. He said plausibly, "Jing Dao never does that kind of thing. I just want to restrain you from swearing, but I am worried that you will reject it, no matter how small it is. Changes may also affect the final result."

Do you believe what you said? Feng Jun sneered at this reason. He is a confident person, but he has not yet reached the point of arrogance. Hervey is a dignified fit period, and he is worried that he can't restrain a golden pill period to swear?

Logically speaking, this is impossible, and practically speaking, it is even more impossible.

Feng Jun believed that this guy really had plans to kidnap himself. Since the other party refused to tell the truth, he naturally didn't need to be polite, so he slowly shook his head, "Is it prohibited? Sorry, I'm not familiar with those ways... I'm going to disappoint the seniors."

As for the heart of life, he didn't even bother to mention it.

Hervey didn't care about his attitude, but asked him seriously, "Don't you want to know what I want the heart of life to do?"

"No," Feng Jun answered bluntly, "First, you can't get it; second, it's not good to know too much about some things."

"Then I will tell you what I plan to do with the heart of life," Hervey was intrigued instead.

"No," Feng Jun shook his head, refused altogether, and asked rhetorically, "Is the body of the predecessor this respectful face?"

It is very rude to take the liberty to evaluate the appearance of a certain great power-a great power can already be shaped. Do you want to comment on the other person's aesthetics?

"Of course not, UU reading www.uukanshu.com" Hervey disagreed, and even replied confidently, "I'm looking for you. It was originally a confidential matter. How can someone discover it?"

"Confidential..." Feng Jun's mouth twitched, and he asked if you had a misunderstanding of the word "confidential"?

He didn't think that the other party wanted to keep it secret, even if he broke his identity last time, the other party left immediately.

It should be for... the dignity of the poor superior, right?

His disapproval, Hervey could see clearly, and he also wanted to vomit in his heart. However, he has been paying attention to Baibotan in secret recently. Although the intensity has shrunk to insignificance, it is not the kind of "disappeared" that Feng Jun imagined. ".

So he also realized that the Ten Thousand Magic Gate must have suffered a huge loss before making such a concession.

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