Ancient True Dragon Art

The night is like water!

Through the void, the silver-white Yuehua continued to spill, wrapping the courtyard where Qin Feng was in as if it were covered with a silver-white gauze.

Sitting on the futon, Qin Feng frowned slightly while holding the map.

After these three days of research, he has gradually understood the general map on this map. After the ancestors of the Zhao family in Baicheng that month, this map has been a little fuzzy in some places. As the years change.

Uplifting or hanging on the surface will change the original record, and because the map is incomplete, it is quite difficult to truly verify the information.

It just so happens that Qin Feng's soul power is quite powerful, and to some extent, he can simulate a general route based on his own understanding.

"This place should be a place called Wangu Mountain!"

While thinking about it, Qin Feng's attention had already been cast over the room and looked in one direction, which was a direction of Winter City.

Along this direction, thousands of miles away, there is a great mountain.

These mountain peaks, either tall or large, or skinny, large or small, have thousands of appearances.

The name of the Eternal Mountain is indeed the name of the mountain. These peaks have existed for eternity, probably longer than the time of the Winter City, so there are countless large and small peaks.

Especially the latter, the seemingly skinny peaks, like swords, hooks and swords, with a kind of aura.

"This Wangu Mountain has been around for a long time. There are so many fierce beasts beyond imagination. Not only that, but there are also some evil things. It's no wonder that the ancestors of the Zhao family back then, even if they knew, There are great benefits in this map, but I dare not enter it myself!"

Having spent some time in this Wintery City, Qin Feng also has some understanding of this Eternal Mountain, and his face became serious as he thought about it.

If at the beginning, in order to find the treasure, he had a bit of confidence, then he is now quite cautious about this matter.

Fortunately, according to the records on this map, the treasure he was looking for was only in the middle of the Wangu Mountain. The danger there was relatively eased. If it went deep inside, Qin Feng had no choice but to dispel this doubt. Up...

No words for a night.

The next day, the sky lighted up, and after Qin Feng had finished his breakfast, the four people, Shi Jiongtian, Bai Wulong, Bao Jiuyan, and Jin Zhanshan had already arrived here.

"Junior Brother Qin, what are your plans for the next step?"

Since Qin Feng fought with the iron lion last time, Shi Jiongtian and others have a new understanding of Qin Feng's strength.

After some exchanges, several people also left one after another. Although the group of people met for a short time, they had the same appetites...

Above a slightly towering attic.

Two figures are standing on the roof of the attic.

One of them has a normal face, but with a kind of dusty air, the whole person is floating like an immortal, as if he can fly out of the air at any time. This person's posture is impressively that of the ancient son of the heavenly blood of the hanging mountain.

As for the other person, his face was distorted, and that distorted appearance was particularly evil, and his eyes were replaced by madness and hatred from time to time.

It was the iron lion who had failed to Qin Feng three days ago, the strong of the Divine Body Sect!