The two were chatting, and the gathering talisman inspired by the disciples of the two houses came.
Feng Chen and Yu Qingqian went out together, walked out of the inn to gather, and then headed towards the suddenly appeared grand canyon.
On the way, a sound transmission came from the pendant on Feng Chen's neck.
"That little girl is really good to you! Very few people know the method of spiritual cultivation in the high-level continent, and there are not many major forces. She actually persuaded the mysterious master behind her to teach it to you." The old voice carried With a sigh.
Feng Chen's cold brows and eyes were dyed a warm color, "Qianqian is naturally the best for me."
"Your vision is much better than your mother's. That girl's talent is really too evil, and she has developed a little mental strength before she is twenty years old. If this is in the high-level continent, it is definitely a treasured disciple that many old guys compete for." The old man sighed again.
He has been cultivating for so many years, but he has no clue about mental strength. Feng Chen and Yu Qingqian are not only talented, but also have good luck. Otherwise, if there is no way to get started, there will be many detours, and it is uncertain whether they can derive mental strength.
The corner of Feng Chen's lips raised an arc, "Qian Qian's talent and strength are indeed very evil." His tone was full of pride.
"Grandpa, do you mean that my mother has bad eyesight?" After a while, Feng Chen asked tentatively.
The old man sighed: "If you have good eyesight, why would it be like that? In fact, it's not really good eyesight, right? Two people must trust each other when they are together, otherwise misunderstandings will sometimes lead to lifelong regrets. You and The little girl has to trust each other at all times."
"When it's time to talk about your mother, I will naturally tell you."
Feng Chen's eyes darkened, "I and Qian Qian will trust each other."
"Little girl, that mysterious master must be from a high-level continent, otherwise there would be absolutely no way to cultivate mental strength." The old man paused and said, "And his identity or strength in the high-level continent must be extraordinary."
There are too few spiritual planters in the entire high-level continent who can cultivate spiritual power. Once they appear, as long as they do not fall in the early stage, they will grow up to be very terrifying existences.
"Maybe." Feng Chen didn't care who Yu Qingqian's master was, as long as she was good.
"That kid Huo Liruo has an aura that I'm familiar with, but I can't quite feel it. Plus, he can take out the Thousand Magical Mask and give it to the little girl indirectly. He should be more than just a place of confinement behind him." The old man thought I want to remind.
Feng Chenjun's face was a little colder, "As long as he doesn't step on my bottom line, I don't want to get into the rest."
Everyone has their own secrets, as long as Huo Liruo touches his own inverse scales, for the sake of the other party and Yu Qingqian's friend, Feng Chen will not do anything.
"Just be clear in your heart."
The disciples of the two courtyards rushed for three days and finally arrived at the Grand Canyon.
I saw that the canyon was located deep in the extremely steep cliffs, as if the earth had been slashed by a divine sword from heaven.
The surroundings of the canyon were barren, with no grass, and the soil on the ground was scorched yellow with some black in it.
The entire Grand Canyon was shrouded in a layer of faint black mist, but the visibility was not high, and the mental power was also isolated and investigated.
"The black mist contains a very strong evil spirit. If we go down too deep and fail to come up in time, we are afraid that it will erode the sea of knowledge and body." Murong Jiao withdrew her mental strength and said with a frown.
Cheng Zhuo's face also showed solemnity, "The news we received in the two houses before, did not say that there is such a dark fog with evil spirits."