The entire graffiti-like magic pattern wall began to glow with dazzling brilliance. Feng Qinglang moved both hands at the same time. It seemed that he was painting exactly the same magic pattern, but the shapes of the magic patterns on both sides were exactly the opposite, just like

It was the image on both sides of the mirror. He started writing very quickly. In the blink of an eye, the magic pattern wall became brighter and brighter, and everyone's eyes also lit up. I really didn't expect that this little famous guy would actually write it in the first time.

This magic pattern wall was opened.

When the light shone brightest, there were rapid footsteps behind him, and the person coming from a distance shouted urgently: "Sir, there is another guy outside who calls himself Nanniwan."

Many people couldn't help but frown at the same time, and the opening of the magic pattern wall could no longer be reversed. When the extreme brightness passed, a human face appeared on the wall. In the original blank space, there was a pair of eyes, slightly.

With a little sadness, look straight ahead.

The discussion could not help but start softly again.

"What a strange implication. Did the ancestors of the Nan family want to show that they were ignorant?"

"It may be that he is short-sighted, so I hope that future generations can be brighter in their tactics."

Then, the entire magic pattern wall rumbled, split from the middle, and slowly cracked on both sides.

Feng Qinglang, who had retreated a few steps away, suddenly flashed and shot towards the center of the crack.

Immediately several voices sounded at the same time: "Stop him"

The host standing nearby reacted very quickly, flicked his wrist to his waist, and a long whip had already come out of the sweep and rolled towards the opponent's wrist. Feng Qinglang didn't look back, he retracted his wrist slightly, and then moved back.

With a heavy poke, he accurately pointed at the whip. The whip immediately curled back as if it was shocked by electricity, like a python under attack.

At the same time, another whip also quietly rolled towards Feng Qinglang's ankle. It came from the host's assistant. Regardless of the strength and cleverness of the angle, it was far superior to the host. This made Feng Qinglang couldn't help but praise.

: "It turns out that you are the real host. Are you used to doing evil things? You are really careful."

The whip was about to curl up, but Feng Qinglang suddenly accelerated by three points, and just at the slightest moment, he dodged this insidious blow.

The white-bearded old man and Luo Minhao of the Jin family also took action at the same time, but the white-bearded old man was obviously a few minutes faster. They were far away, and the law world before the rift seemed to have turned into a muddy land, making it difficult for the enemy to move forward.

If you move forward forcefully, you will only get stuck in the mud of the swamp of laws.

Feng Qinglang's eyes froze for a moment. He knew that his current state had fallen too far. He actually had some hallucinations in an instant. He immediately turned around and moved backwards. His speed did not slow down at all, and he met the old man with white beard.

He did not choose to retreat from the head-on blow, but just hit it without any false pretense. The power of the sky realm made Feng Qinglang's frail body tremble.

He immediately knew that he still overestimated his current situation. Even if he was seriously injured before, his foundation was still there, but now the spiritual sea has started to communicate with the outside world again. It is really starting from scratch, if it weren't for his understanding of power.

, I’m afraid that this old man with a white beard will give him seconds if he meets him face to face.

Even though his internal organs seemed to have moved in an instant, he was able to push back the most terrifying enemy present. With this power, he retreated behind the cracks in the magic pattern in a flash. At this time, there was a rumbling sound.

Among them, the crack in the magic pattern wall allowed just one person to pass through.

Feng Qinglang smiled at Luo Minhao, who was still a few steps away and was looking very aggressive: "Forget it, don't join in the fun."

When he looked at the side wall behind the wall, he saw an internal switch that was closed, and he decisively clicked it.

The rumbling stopped immediately, and the magic pattern wall closed again with an extremely fast speed. It frightened Luo Minhao and decisively stopped the momentum. He did not want to be crushed into a meat pie. Even if he was lucky enough to rush in, he would not fight to the death with this terrible enemy.

A sudden awakening.

The white-bearded old man glared at Luo Minhao fiercely, obviously dissatisfied with the other party's cowardice, and the magic pattern wall in front of him had completely returned to its original state.

A voice came from behind: "Sir, another Nanniwan has been brought here."

Nanniwan stepped forward with a little doubt, and felt that everyone looked at him with a little dissatisfaction and doubt, and he didn't know what he had done wrong.

But when he saw this magic pattern wall, his eyes immediately lit up, just like the expression of any magic pattern master before when he saw a masterpiece.

"If you want to try it, then you might as well give it a try."

"I will do my best now"

Of course, there were critical discussions in front of the wall soon.

"This guy is the real Nanniwan, tsk tsk..."

"Oh, not even as good as that fake one."

"Don't come here blindly, get in line again."

Behind the wall, there is a passage that winds and slopes downward. The horizontal walls on both sides are already covered with moss and have not been cleaned for an unknown number of years. The bluestone stairs under the feet are also slippery, accompanied by the faint dripping of water from the distance below.

The sound makes people have the illusion that if they accidentally fall, they must have rolled far, far below.

Feng Qinglang walked quickly down the passage. The passage became narrower and narrower, and only two people could pass side by side. The sound of the ticking water became clearer and clearer, and the restrained coughing sounds from time to time were from Nan Ling.

Feng Qinglang's voice made Feng Qinglang feel happy. Knowing that Nan Ling was still there, her steps accelerated by three points.

It is estimated that we are almost at the base of Qilin Mountain, and two secret rooms finally appear at the end. Outside the secret room is a pool of self-circulating mountain springs. Several stalactites above the pool are slowly flowing out water drops, dripping into the pool. I don't know that they have silently

It has been dripping for many years, and the sound of water heard earlier came from this.

On the stone bed in one of the secret rooms, an old man was lying, completely lifeless. Feng Qinglang guessed that he should be the strong man who came to the Nan family for the first time that day and secretly peeped at him. The guardian of this generation of the Nan family should be

It was during the fierce battle not long ago that he was outnumbered and finally escorted Nan Ling and the others here, only to reach the end of his life.

In another slightly larger secret room, there were Nan Ling and Nan Xinghun. They were turning to look at me, their eyes full of joy.

Nan Ling lay on her back on the stone bed, her breath was extremely weak, and she relied on her last perseverance to support the continuation of her life.

He smiled happily and said: "Qinglang, you are finally here."

It had been several years since Feng Qinglang had experienced the separation of life and death among close relatives and friends. Seeing Nan Ling swaying like a candle in the wind, waiting for his arrival, his nose felt inexplicably sore. He took a deep breath before walking silently.

enter.

Nan Ling's voice was as magnetic and rich as yesterday, and she said with a smile: "Qinglang, you are indeed a trustworthy person. Dongfang Pei has tricked me countless times in my life, but this recommendation is the most reliable."

Nan Xinghun's eyes were red and swollen, and she didn't know how many times she had cried. She gave up her position in front of the bed and stood aside.

Feng Qinglang sat beside the bed, gently held Nan Ling's hand, and said softly: "Your Excellency Nan Ling, you also know that Mr. Dongfang is here. I believe that he will come as soon as possible after receiving the news.

You do justice."

Nan Ling coughed in a low voice, then smiled and said: "How can there be justice in this world? Besides, the weakness of the Nan family also determines today's fate. But they have no idea that what they want to divide is what they want most.
Chapter completed!