"Master Long, are you okay?" Ye Yuxi's eyes were filled with joy. As long as Little Fatty Long was okay, it didn't matter even if the silk was ruined that day.
"Of course it's okay. On the contrary, I'm... very good now." Long Xiaopang smiled mysteriously and pursed his lips towards Bai Jinyi. "Xiao Bai, go and call those old men from the Feng Clan over. I have something to tell them."
Bai Jinyi nodded, turned and left.
Long Xiaopang took Ye Yuxi and sat down beside him.
"Master Long, what happened just now? Why did I feel for a moment that those red inscriptions were imprinted on your eyes? Also, I'm afraid the silk won't be usable today." Ye Yuxi saw that Little Fatty Long was fine. , urgently asked the doubts in his heart.
"Just now, there is something good." Long Xiaopang smiled mysteriously at Ye Yuxi and took the roll of dragon skin over.
He randomly took out a simple wooden table from the ring and spread the dragon skin on it.
Long Xiaopang pointed at the small lake guarded by the big bird, and lowered his voice mysteriously, "This bird is indeed the Nine-Tian Kunpeng, but more importantly, this small lake is a good treasure. Legend has it that the lake here is .”
In the middle of Long Xiaopang's words, a sudden sound of breaking through the air from above interrupted Long Xiaopang's words.
The two of them looked up and saw that Bai Jinyi and four old men from the Tianfeng clan had already rushed over.
The four of them, Yan Lao, were already meditating in the nearby mountains. With their cultivation levels, traveling this far was just a matter of lifting their legs.
Several people fell down one after another. Bai Jinyi in front nodded slightly towards Long Xiaopang, "Master Long, Mr. Yan and the others are coming."
"Well, I came just in time. I have something important to tell you." Long Xiaopang waved to Yan Lao and others, motioning for them to gather around.
Ye Yuxi glanced at the dragon skin map and frowned slightly. What on earth was this lake that allowed divine beasts like Jiutian Kunpeng to protect it
However, it seemed that Long Xiaopang didn't want to tell Yan Lao and others, and Ye Yuxi was too embarrassed to ask any more questions, so she stood aside quietly and watched.
"Master Long, what do you want from us?" Mr. Yan still had a straight face, as if he never smiled.
In addition to Mr. Yan, the other three Feng Clan elders also looked at Xiaopang Long with solemn faces. They knew that there were old enemies outside, but in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, those in Canglong Pavilion should These people did not go out unless they could threaten Ye Yuxi and Bai Jinyi.
"I'm fine. You Feng Clan are in trouble." Long Xiaopang's tone became meaningful and he stretched out his hand towards Ye Yuxi.
After waiting for two seconds, there was no response from Ye Yuxi. Xiaopang Long blinked his eyes and turned to look at Ye Yuxi, "Little girl, what are you doing, bring it?"
"Huh? What to take?"
Ye Yuxi was confused. What was going on? Fatty Long didn't explain anything just now!
"What else could it be, Tiancansi? It's useless for you to keep that thing." Long Xiaopang looked at Ye Yuxi and blinked lightly.
Although she didn't know what Fatty Long was planning to do, Ye Yuxi still handed over what was in her hand.
Long Xiaopang spread the roll of sky silk on the table, raised his head and glanced at Yan Lao and others, and warned: "Look carefully, I found it with great difficulty."
After Long Xiaopang finished speaking, a flash of green light appeared on his palms, and he chanted a mysterious spell in his mouth. Suddenly his tone changed and he shouted loudly, "Now!"
The palm with a green light slapped on the silkworm silk with a "bang" sound.
Under everyone's gaze, the originally almost transparent silk thread began to show dots of red, and red characters quickly condensed.