Chen Feng's voice was not loud, but his eyes were extremely firm when he looked at Qiao Xueqing's consciousness in the distance.

In almost a moment, the thin old woman had already taken Qiao Xueqing to surpass Chen Feng's perception, as if she had disappeared in his gaze.

The skinny old woman took Qiao Xueqing away without showing any cultivation aura, and didn't even say anything to Chen Feng.

After standing alone on the rock for a long time, Chen Feng narrowed his eyes slightly and walked back to the cave.

"Second uncle, Aunt Qiao Qing~~~ Where is it?"

Seeing Chen Feng squint his eyes and revealing a cold and cold breath, Chen Miaoer couldn't help but feel a little nervous. Although she couldn't help asking for the doubts in her heart, she didn't know what to call Qiao Xueqing.

"She has left. Do you want to continue to stay in the Xunluan Mountains or what?" Chen Feng looked at Chen Miaoer deeply, making it difficult to confirm his thoughts.

"I want to follow my second uncle..."

Chen Miaoer, who was hiding in her eyes, seemed to have no determination to finish her words.

"I don't need you to follow you. Over the past five years, you have learned a lot of things with us. Now you should be able to take care of yourself." Chen Feng said with a smile on his face.

"Then I plan to go to Daxia City."

Chen Miaoer obviously has her own ideas and no longer hides her from Chen Feng.

"It is impossible to send you to the imperial city, but it is still no problem to arrange you out of the Xunluan Mountains. Please take care of the rest of the road." Chen Feng's eyes shined, and thirty-six runes slowly swirled, revealing a moving artistic conception.

If Chen Miaoer had been to Qianji Sect, she would find that the artistic conception revealed by Chen Feng's pair of eyes of burial are very similar to the Great Forbidden of Qianji Sect.

"change!"

The faint pupil force acted on Chen Miaoer's body. Chen Feng just snapped his fingers, and Chen Miaoer couldn't help but turn around and suddenly moved and disappeared.

Since Chen Feng returned the withered and wilted aura into the bracelet on the second floor of the Ancient Classic Pavilion, the power of his pair of spiritual eyes has been greatly reduced. It is already barely possible to send Chen Miaoer out of the Xunluan Mountains at this time.

However, unlike the past when the eyes of the burial were opened, leaving blood and tears, the thirty-six ancient Chinese texts in his eyes no longer had black rhyme, but instead seemed brilliant.

When the old ancient Chinese essay disappeared, Chen Feng's eyes only dimmed a little before closing his eyes.

"Swish!Swish!Swish~~~"

Chen Feng walked towards the stone chamber in the cave, bounced six fingers with his hands. The powerful finger force of the return wind shattered all the six moonstones in the cave and the stone chamber, causing the cave to fall into darkness quickly.

In the cave stone chamber where he could not see his fingers, Chen Feng spewed out the storage bag and grabbed the small hairball that was still in the petrochemical state. He thrust several punches at the petrochemical hairball without hesitation, as if he vented the anger in his heart on the little guy.

“Woo~~~”

Until a layer of rock was broken by Chen Feng and the soft black hair ball body was revealed, a grievance whimper actually sounded from the small hair ball body.

"Where are those starry eyes?"

While Chen Feng squeezed and kneaded the black small fur ball vigorously, he spoke viciously.

As if he couldn't help with Chen Feng's ravage, Xiao Maoqiu finally opened his mouth and spit out a pair of eyes with extremely dim stars.

Although Chen Feng closed his eyes, his face still showed a frightened and terrifying look under the faint light of the starry eyes.
Chapter completed!