Shui Ning's expression changed again, and a hint of panic flashed across his eyes as he looked over there.
"Old Dog Fulong is already strong enough. Wouldn't it be even more terrifying if he took away the cultivation of old monk Long Qi? Will he come to us for revenge and seize the spar next?"
"what you think!"
Chen Feng put away the crystal stone casually, a hint of vigilance and chill flashed across his eyes.
Fulong's move was obviously due to his previous failure and he was ready to make a desperate move!
Otherwise, if Long Qi dies, he will lose his arm and it will be even more difficult to survive here.
The purpose of seizing everything from Long Qi is to minimize the losses so that I can still compete here!
I just don’t know to what extent the old guy’s strength can be restored after this incident?
No matter what, it’s better to leave here just in case!
"Then what should we do next?"
Shui Ning's strength itself is the weakest. When encountering this situation, he immediately lost his mind.
"Let's go! Try not to contact or conflict with him until the situation is clear!"
Chen Feng waved his hand and took the bundle of hard feathers with him, and walked straight into the depths of the stone forest.
Anyway, sooner or later, I'm going to enter the White Crow's lair and try again. It's better to go there now to avoid the old madman coming.
Seeing Chen Feng leaving immediately, Shui Ning didn't dare to stay any longer and quickly followed him!
…
"Whoosh!"
Less than half an hour after the two left, a yellow figure flashed out from the dim stone forest and appeared where they originally were. It was the Fulong Saint.
Compared with before, the old monk's head was knotted with veins, his face was livid and twisted, and he looked extremely ferocious.
And his aura was like a brewing volcano, suppressed and ready to explode, fluctuating again and again, much more than twice as strong as before.
"Two little things, they run pretty fast! If I had known that my strength could improve so much, I would have taken action against that loser Long Qi earlier! Little Chen Feng, let's see if you can escape my grasp next time we meet!"
After glancing around, seeing that Chen Feng and Shui Ning were nowhere to be found, Saint Fulong's face darkened, and a flash of disappointment and hatred flashed in his eyes.
"I hope you can hide it well all the time, otherwise... hum! The five crystal stones are mine after all!"
He murmured something in his mouth, looked around again, swayed, and wanted to leave.
Just when his eyes accidentally glanced at the corpse of the three white crows on the ground, he paused again.
"Three white crows, three crystal stones! Let's see, is that kid really so lucky, or is he playing some trick?"
Thinking of the previous bet, the old monk's eyes flashed, and he jumped to the corpses of the three white crows and fiddled with them.
After a few breaths, his eyes widened, a bright light appeared in his eyes, and his face became clear.
"That's it, that's it! The little guy's observation ability is really keen. It seems that he didn't lose unjustly! Jie Jie, with this discovery, why don't you worry about not being able to hunt for ten crystal stones? Chen Feng, my son, what you did is also