On the snowy mountain top, Feng Chenglin was holding his hands in his sleeves, stomping his feet coldly, and looking at the end of the mountain road from time to time.

There was snowy white and there was no trace.

Not to mention humans, I haven't even seen a single bird's feather.

"Why haven't these three young masters come yet?"

He glanced at the old man behind him and said worriedly: "My head, we are not going the wrong way, are we?"

The old man had gray hair and a gray old linen cotton coat. He was in a flash of energy and grinding arrows on a stone without any haste.

"You can't be wrong. I, Tingtong, have been here for a lifetime and have been to Triangle Stone several times. How could I go wrong?!"

"Why haven't that person arrived yet?" Feng Chenglin looked at the sky anxiously: "Didn't you agree to meet here in the evening?"

Early this morning, he received a message from Ling Luoyu.

The letter included a large list of items, asking him to arrive here in the evening with his things and ask Ling Chongding to ask an old hunter who had been to Sanjiaojian.

Tingtong is one of the few hunters from the Ling family who came back alive from Sanjiaojian.

For this reason, he is respected as a homosexual.

He raised his head calmly and glanced at the gray sky.

"It's not that they're late, but that we're early!"

Feng Chenglin was a little frustrated: "Are I afraid of delaying her? If I had known this, I would have come here later... It would be better to bake it on the stove and light it up!"

Ting Tong's arrows were suddenly moved, and he turned behind him with a warning.

"Someone is here..."

It is also a hunting area here. If the Tian family finds that there are outsiders present, they might take the opportunity to make trouble and make a big fuss.

Feng Chenglin looked at Ting Tong with surprise: "Okay, my head, I only heard the movement of my cultivation level. You actually discovered it earlier than me!"

"There is no way, I've been working as an old hunter for a lifetime, and this little bit of alertness is left!"

Tingtong crawled in the snow, lowering his voice.

"I tell you that I can come back from Triangle Stream many times...I'm not luck!"

Feng Chenglin was about to ask him to share some experience, but he had already pulled the bow and aimed the arrow ahead.

“There’s there!”

Two figures flew over from the snow in the distance.

When I saw the color of my clothes, the stern suddenly became loose.

"It's our Ling family's disciple!"

Feng Chenglin slapped the snowflakes and got up: "Isn't it just a disciple of the Ling family..."

The visitors were Ling Luoyu and Ling Jingchen.

After seeing Feng Chenglin, Ling Luoyu arrived almost instantly.

"Fatty Feng, are you ready for everything I want?"

Feng Chenglin was unhappy: "San Young Master, you don't care whether I'm freezing here..."

Ling Luoyu rolled his eyes: "Your body is worth a cotton robe! I don't even feel cold, are you still cold?! Don't talk nonsense, what I want!"

Feng Chenglin threw his backpack over in disappointment.

"Everyone is here..."

Ling Luoyu didn't bother talking nonsense with him and checked the things in his backpack.

"Fatty, after you go back..."

"Wait a minute!"

Before Ling Luoyu could finish speaking, Feng Chenglin suddenly snatched his backpack, making Ling Luoyu confused.

"Fatty, what are you doing?!"

"San Master, you're so fucking clear. If you're going to take me there this time, don't you take me there!"

Ling Luoyu rolled his eyes and said in anger: "Do you think this is a tourist, you have to follow everything!"

She reached out with impatiently.

"Give me your backpack, and you're in a hurry to leave!"

Feng Chenglin decisively carried his backpack on his backpack.

"No, I'll take me with you!"
Chapter completed!