Miss Liu took action without any warning. Once she took action, she used all her strength and showed no mercy! This is the world of cultivators. I would rather kill the wrong person than let him go. What if Zhang Yifeng really gets something good? Seeing this scene, Zhang Yifeng smiled coldly, he had been on guard against Miss Liu for a long time. Several formation flags were still on the ground by him, and his body disappeared in an instant. "Huh? Gone?" Miss Liu's palm stopped in the air, "No, it's a phantom formation!" Soon, Miss Liu saw that this was a phantom array, and aura appeared all over her body instantly. The phantom array arranged by Zhang Yifeng was instantly shattered. After all, the scope of the illusory array was too small. If Zhang Yifeng had been prepared for four to five days or even longer, Even Miss Liu couldn't break through the seventh-level illusory formation so easily. "Up there!" As soon as the illusion formation was broken, Miss Liu carefully sensed her surroundings, and then she raised her head suddenly. She saw a woman leaving quickly with Zhang Yifeng. The figure was like a ghost, and disappeared in a few flashes. "Who is that woman? There is such a master beside this boy." Miss Liu knew that she had underestimated this young man and that he had been wary of her for a long time. It was very possible that this boy had really received something good. … "Zhang Yifeng, why don't you let me kill him?" After escaping, Hong Ling's voice came. Zhang Yifeng said calmly: "We don't know exactly what her cultivation level is. I don't want you to get hurt." "Do you care about me?" "What do you think?" "Hehe, I know you're good to me. But, there's no one here, can you just let me stay outside?" Hong Ling suddenly said with a playful smile. Zhang Yifeng shook his head and refused directly: "No." "Why?" "I'm the safest if I don't expose you. Okay, you go back to the demon-suppressing scroll first." "I just said you were good to me, but in fact you are not good to me at all. Well, I'm hungry, I want to drink blood!" Zhang Yifeng didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Although he knew that Hong Ling was losing his temper, he still stretched out his arm. "Drink when you are hungry. The blood on my body is specially made for you." "Huh, glib!" Hong Ling snorted, then showed his cute tiger teeth and bit it without any politeness. Her fragrant tongue sucked from time to time, which made Zhang Yifeng painful, but at the same time he felt very happy. Hong Ling's appetite was neither big nor small. When Zhang Yifeng felt unwell, she stopped sucking blood. After drinking enough, before Zhang Yifeng could speak, Hong Ling snorted angrily and automatically entered the demon-suppressing scroll. Zhang Yifeng smiled bitterly and shook his head, and then continued to look for Wen Xiangxiang. He was afraid of meeting Liu girl again, so he decided to make a big circle. Zhang Yifeng was very careful along the way, and soon after three days passed, Zhang Yifeng actually returned to the mountain where he separated from his senior brother that day, the same mountain where he pushed his senior brother off the cliff. "Let's see if we can find some scented herbs here." Zhang Yifeng climbed the mountain and soon climbed up the cliff. This cliff was the steepest and deepest he had ever seen. Below the line of sight, there was completely thick white mist, and I had no idea what was underneath. "The cliffs are too slippery." After descending twenty meters, Zhang Yifeng felt like he had nowhere to start. The cliff became smoother and smoother. Zhang Yifeng had no choice but to sacrifice the Sky-Splitting Mark. Thirty meters, forty meters... Zhang Yifeng was still descending. The cliff was so big that he couldn't believe it. No vanilla grew here. Fifty meters, eighty meters, one hundred meters... As the distance dropped, he got closer and closer to the fog. "Would you like to go into the fog and have a look? Maybe you can get to the end through the fog." Seeing the heavy fog close at hand, Zhang Yifeng hesitated. In the end, he continued to descend and soon entered heavy fog. After entering, Zhang Yifeng found that he had underestimated the natural fog. This mist is as thick as any illusory formation. Zhang Yifeng's eyes can only see a distance of fifty centimeters nearby! His spiritual consciousness can only scan a distance of ten meters. After descending another few dozen meters, the fog still had no end. "We can't keep going down." Zhang Yifeng stopped. The area covered by heavy fog was wider than imagined, and he might encounter danger if he went further. Just when Zhang Yifeng was about to leave, his paw touched something. After feeling it carefully, it should be a weed. The weeds were at the upper left. Zhang Yifeng moved his head over, and then he could see clearly what the weeds looked like. Blue, with thorny edges and branches. This is not what smelling vanilla is. "After searching for so long, I finally found it.
To be continued...