Chapter 342

The mountains that once killed the phantom thunder leopard are shrouded in clouds.

Through the clouds, you can see the broken mountains under the clouds, which was the damage caused by the battle between Meng Yaqing and the ground level phantom thunder leopard.

After nearly a year, there has been a lot of recovery here.

Coming here again, Han Feng sighs.

Han Feng came by flying lion.

Although because of the Jiuyan sky fire tower, Xiaoyan Xiaolei and Xiaolei only recognize Han Feng. However, this is also the place where Xiaolei's mother once died. Han Feng thinks it's cruel to let Xiaolei fly here.

"Here you are

At the top of the mountain, Meng Yaqing looks at Han Feng and looks indifferent.

Han Feng jumped from Xiaoyan's body and arched his hands: "Miss Meng came so early."

Meng Yaqing first looked at Han Feng, then turned to Xiaoyan and said casually, "call me Yaqing."

Han Feng choked.

He'll be embarrassed to call it so close, OK.

Not waiting for Han Feng to call out Yaqing, Meng Yaqing said: "I remember that this beast was not even level 9. As a Warcraft, it can be promoted so fast. It's really rare."

"I said at the beginning that this beast is not simple."

Han Feng a face chat up, change topic way: "Ya Qing, don't know fire anger lotus in where?"

"What's more, even the masters in the middle and later stages of the earth level can also use the spirit objects of the fire anger lotus. Are we two too weak?"

Meng Yaqing shook his head slowly: "no, the fire angry lotus flower is there in the dark cloud empire of nine grade empire."

"There is only one holy land in the dark cloud empire. It is just an ordinary holy land, but it is the cultivation of the four heaven in holy land."

"In the Jiupin Empire, the dark cloud empire is at the bottom. There are no more than 20 Heaven levels in the whole empire, and there are only hundreds of ground levels."

"Although there are hundreds of them, there are not many who can be mobilized, and the level will not be too high."

"If I hadn't been kind to a young warrior in the dark cloud Empire when I was practicing, the news of the fire angry lotus would not have been known to me."

Han Feng realized and immediately frowned. As far as he knew, the dark cloud empire was not close to Jin.

At the speed of Xiaolei, it will take at least one month to arrive.

Meng Yaqing blinked, as if to see through Han Feng's mind: "don't worry, the dark cloud empire is so far away, I'm naturally prepared. It's not just you, I don't want to delay time, and finally lost the opportunity with Beidu University."

After that, Meng Yaqing shook his sleeve and threw out a small fishing boat model.

"This is" Han Feng looks surprised.

"This is the best spirit weapon of flying type, flying feather dragon boat!"

Flying feather dragon boat suddenly expanded in the sky, full of 100 meters long.

The whole ship is like a real white dragon.

On both sides of the middle of the ship, there are huge feathered wings. No wonder it is called Flying feather dragon boat.

Meng Yaqing said: "although the flying feather dragon boat is the best spirit weapon, it only has the function of flying."

"Because of this, the flying feather dragon boat can't compare with the best spirit weapon in other aspects, but in terms of flight, even the top 12 stars in the sky can't match it. It's about as fast as the flying speed of the two or three heavenly strongmen in holy land."

"Even the altitude of flight is not comparable to that of ordinary sky level."

"With the flying feather dragon boat, we can reach the dark cloud empire in two days!"

Han Feng looks at the flying feather dragon boat, and then listens to Meng Yaqing's introduction, with a look of amazement.

This is Han Feng's first contact with this special spirit tool.

He is worthy of being the disciple of the guardian of the eighteen heavenly strongmen in the holy land. There are many good things.

Han Feng's mouth is going to flow out.

Meng Yaqing jumps to the flying feather dragon boat and greets Han Feng at the same time.

Han Feng is no longer polite, his steps move, jump to the spaceship.

To fly to the top of the feather dragon boat, Han Feng found that he still looked down on the flying feather dragon boat.

On the surface, there are some beautiful fishing boats, but on the surface, they are beautiful.

The palace is not big, and the visual inspection is only tens of square meters. If one person can live in the palace, there will be no sense of crowding.

Meng Yaqing said faintly: "we live here these two days. When we get to the dark cloud Empire, the flying feather dragon boat will stop."

"And we fly very high. Don't worry about being discovered. The strongmen of Holy Land sit in the imperial palaces and will not fly in the sky

"We are a relatively barren place in beizhou. We haven't been to the holy land all over the world yet."

Han Feng has a dull face.

Live together, don't you.

Meng Yaqing frowned slightly and immediately reflected it. He coughed softly: "what I mean is meditation and practice together."

Han Feng laughs: "we live together."Meng Yaqing threw Han Feng a white eye: "come on in, once the flying feather dragon boat is started, the wind resistance will be very big, we are not strong in the sky now, we can't afford the wind like that."

Han Feng thought it was, and immediately followed Meng Yaqing into the palace of flying feather dragon boat.

Standing outside is like standing on the wing when the plane takes off. It is not impossible to be blown down if you are not careful.

In the palace, Meng Yaqing obviously prepared a lot of things, a variety of delicious food and wine countless.

Han Feng's mouth twitched: "Ya Qing, are you going out to do business or to enjoy it?"

Meng Yaqing gave Han Feng another look: "does this young lady look like an ascetic monk?"

Han Feng touches his nose. Indeed, he only knows Meng Yaqing on the surface. He doesn't really know what Meng Yaqing's daily life is like.

"Seeing that you have such strength at a young age, I think you spend all your time on practice." Han Feng expressed his views on Meng Yaqing.

Meng Yaqing snorted: "it seems that you are very old."

"Practice is practice, who says that practice must lead a hard life."

"I'm not going to suffer myself."

"If you don't want to eat, you can meditate for two days."

"No, no, no, I'll eat it!" Han Feng waved his hand in a hurry and joked that these delicacies were hard to be eaten by ordinary people in the state of Jin, and fools would not eat them.

He is not a strongman in the holy land. He can build a valley forever.

The scope of the palace is not large, and the delicious food wafts with gusts of fragrance. It is impossible for him to meditate at ease.

When enjoying the delicious food, Han Feng gradually opens his mouth and looks shocked.

It was Meng Yaqing who surprised Han Feng.

There are dozens of dishes on this table, but Han Fengcai has just tasted each dish. Nearly half of the dishes have been completely emptied, and all of them have entered Meng Yaqing's mouth.

The speed of consumption is too fast!

Is this eaten by mouth or by hand.

Regardless of the speed, Meng Yaqing's small waist can be grasped with both hands. How these things got into Meng Yaqing's stomach is not obvious at all!

"You and you"

Han Feng pointed to Meng Yaqing and couldn't speak at all.

It's just too hard to imagine.

Fantastic!

Obviously, she looks like a beautiful woman with facial paralysis. How can she suddenly become a food girl? Han Feng can't turn her mind for a moment.

Meng Yaqing is a pick eyebrow: "how? Is there a problem? "

Looking at Meng Yaqing's expression of "if you dare say I have a problem, I'll kill you." Han Feng closed his mouth knowingly: "it's nothing"

that's what he said. But Han Feng gave everything to him like a monster.

Meng Yaqing doesn't think so. Her master always looks at her eating like this.

Who said thin beauty must eat less, she just likes to eat, but also eat more, who can Nai her what?

Looking at Han Feng or a face stupefied expression, Meng Yaqing tone a sink: "do not eat? If you don't eat, I'm not welcome! "

Han Feng a spirit, immediately and Meng Yaqing grab open.

The same is eating, Meng Yaqing is incomparably elegant, Han Feng is more vulgar.

When a table of dishes is finished, almost nine out of ten go into Meng Yaqing's stomach, and only one tenth of it goes into Han Feng's stomach.

Sorry, it's even later. I went to bed late yesterday. It's almost noon when I get up today. It's one o'clock after dinner, and it's four o'clock after a little sleep.

Cabbage is speechless to his body, which is sleepy the next day.

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