The Ancient Vast Realm

Collecting herbs along the way, Feng Xuan was almost within ten miles of Blood Spirit Peak a few hours later.

Feng Xuan dug up a blood ginseng and took a regretful look. This blood ginseng had about four hundred years of medicinal properties and was still a little far away from becoming a panacea, but Feng Xuan didn't have time to wait for it to grow.

At this moment, Feng Xuan's ears twitched and he looked towards the dense forest beside him.

A man in red and brocade clothes slowly walked out of the dense forest.

"Brother, I'm here at Chilongmu. My young master invites you. Can you give me a favor?"

Chilong Mu slightly cupped his hands towards Feng Xuan and said with a smile. There was no hint of the arrogance of the big tribe towards the small tribe, which gave people a very comfortable feeling.

"Your young master? Chi Longyun?" Feng Xuan returned the salute and asked slightly curiously.

"Exactly, we have summoned many geniuses who have entered the Blood Spirit Secret Realm, including Brother Xuanshi who was with you. We all gathered together to discuss matters. The young master specifically explained that we need to find your traces and invited You participate"

Chilong Mu smiled faintly at Feng Xuan and replied, and by the way revealed a piece of news to Feng Xuan, that is, Xuan Shi was already with them.

"Okay, without further ado, please!"

When Feng Xuan heard the news, he didn't hesitate and asked Chilong Mu to lead the way.

Chilongmu didn't waste any time, turned around and started walking quickly in one direction.

At first, he was worried that Feng Xuan would not be able to keep up with his speed, so he looked back from time to time to check, but found that Feng Xuan always stayed within two feet of him.

This made Chilongmu feel curious. He was considered to be one of the top experts from the Chilong tribe who came this time. Fengxuan really had two skills.

Driven by curiosity, he began to accelerate gradually, but he was shocked to find that no matter how fast he went, Feng Xuan was always within two feet of him, never surpassing or falling behind.

This shocked Chiryumu. He understood very well what this meant. At least this young man who was much younger than himself was far superior to him in speed, and his control over his body was equally terrifying. He could always Control your speed within two feet behind you.

Chilongmu didn't try any more. He already vaguely understood why his young master specifically asked him and others to find Fengxuan. It seemed that Fengxuan was really not easy.

Feng Xuan followed closely behind him. He naturally saw Chilongmu's actions and understood what Chilongmu was thinking. However, he did not try to point it out, but just followed closely behind him.

The two came to the top of a small mountain peak. Feng Xuan saw people gathered in twos and threes. It was estimated that there were about twenty people. Many of them were familiar faces. Even the Dongling Po of the Baling tribe Mountains are also included.

Dongling Poshan saw Feng Xuan from a distance and raised his hand as a greeting.

Feng Xuan naturally waved his hand.

Looking around, Feng Xuan quickly found Xuan Shi, who was covered in plaster and almost turned into a mummy, with a look of helplessness on his face.

Feng Xuan's face changed slightly, he cupped his fists slightly apologetically towards Chi Long Mu, and walked straight towards Xuan Shi.

"What's going on with you?" Feng Xuan came to Xuan Shi and asked with a slightly gloomy expression as he looked at the scars all over his body.

Xuan Shi looked very happy to see Feng Xuan. He noticed Feng Xuan's face and waved his hands repeatedly: "This matter is a long story and has nothing to do with anyone else. It is purely my own bad luck!"

After hearing this, Feng Xuan's face became slightly better. He also noticed that the scars on Xuan Shi's body did not seem to be man-made, but what happened to force Xuan Shi to be like this?

Feng Xuan is not looking down on Xuan Shi. If he encounters a barbaric beast, a barbaric beast in the Tona Realm, he is probably afraid that it will be directly teleported out by the Blood Spirit Order. As for a barbaric beast in the Open Spirit Realm, it can force Xuan Shi into this state. There shouldn't be many in the Blood Spirit Secret Realm.

Seeing Feng Xuan's puzzled expression, Xuan Shi reluctantly told him what happened to him.

Feng Xuan was a little gloating at first, but after hearing more and more, he felt that something was wrong, until Xuan Shi sighed.

"Oh, I don't know what's going on lately. I always feel like I'm unlucky. I've been like this since that time in the Black Wolf Forest. I haven't been this unlucky since I was a child!"

The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was intentional. When Feng Xuan heard this, an idea flashed in his mind, as if he had grasped something.

"Recently, there has been bad luck, Black Wolf Forest...disaster...disaster!" Feng Xuan murmured silently, his face gradually darkening.

He suddenly remembered something. Ever since he obtained the Bronze Ancient Scroll, it seemed that he had not encountered any fatal disasters, but the people around him seemed to have been affected by something. No matter it was the time in Black Wolf Forest, The time when he met the Sky Thunder Lion and this time when he met Xuan Shi seemed to be a coincidence, but why was this form of coincidence so similar to his own Feng family's misfortune.

Could it be that the disasters carried by his clan were resisted by the ancient bronze scrolls, but they could not be completely resisted. The disasters inadvertently spread have begun to affect the people around him.

You must know that only Xuan Shi has been in contact with him for the longest time since he obtained the bronze scroll, so he was affected more deeply?

Maybe it was the same for me, but the fatality of the disaster was reduced, but the disaster was always with me.

Feng Xuan subconsciously touched the tattooed spot on the bronze ancient scroll on his chest and remained silent.

"Fengzi, let me tell you, I really..."

As Xuan Shi spoke, he noticed that Feng Xuan's ugly face also gradually slowed down his speaking speed. He was not a fool, so naturally he quickly thought of something and stopped venting his words.

"Brother Shitou, you have been farther away from me recently. I guess that thing may... come again." Feng Xuan squeezed out a sentence through his teeth.

Xuan Shi's face changed and he said: "Fengzi, what do you mean, do you think I will be afraid? I'm telling you, there are no cowards in our entire Xuan clan. Do you think this is a good thing for me?"

After speaking, he patted his chest and said angrily.

Feng Xuan took a deep breath, put his hands on the excited Xuan Shi's shoulders, looked at him and said:

"Brother Shitou, listen to me. You know my true strength. If I can't handle it, it won't be possible even if you are added to it. Besides, I have a hunch that it won't be for a while, but you believe it. I can handle it, and besides, the tribe still needs you, so nothing can happen to you!”

Xuan Shi also gradually calmed down. He thought of Feng Xuan's strength and Feng Xuan's other identity. Finally, he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I listen to you, but remember, you must live well!"

Seeing this, Feng Xuan finally breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I have many trump cards."

Feng Xuan didn't lie. He always felt that the Bronze Ancient Scroll seemed to be able to suppress his disaster, but his strength was not enough for the Bronze Scroll to exert its power. If he could break through to the Yunzang realm, he didn't know if he could withstand it. This disaster broke out.