Feng Lin looked into the distance and found several acquaintances.
For example, Yin Lan of the Yin-Yang Crusader, with a black long sword hanging around his waist, he was lying on a stone to rest.
No wonder he did not appear in the previous battle, it turned out that he was sent here.
As a ghost soldier, he is likely to choose Black Ancestor.
In addition to Yin Lan, Feng Lin also saw several members of the Guangming tribe.
Although they didn't know them, they were wearing golden armor and a cloak with a cross pattern behind them, and they could tell their identities at a glance.
Along with the Light Clan, there is an acquaintance, the Burning Cape of the Sun Clan.
Feng Lin didn't expect to meet this person again. He was lucky enough to survive until now. "Boss, what should I do next?" Liu Nian asked, "How should we notify them? You can't shout and tell them you are here, right?"
"That's definitely not possible. In short, there are nearly two days left before the deadline, and I plan to think about the solution."
Feng Lin closed his eyes at this time, sat on a stone, pressed his hand to the ground, and felt it carefully.
He thought that if the space here could be broken directly, he might be able to find Ailian's location.
However, this ancient battlefield is very strange. After he found the traces of formations in other battlefields before, he could directly break them.
But in this place, there is no trace of the formation, as is the same with the mountain in the distance.
Si Weijun once told Feng Lin that this kind of ancient battlefield was originally fixed by the fruit of the sacred tree and was formed by formations, but there was no formation here, which was so strange.
"Damn it?"
Feng Lin suddenly cursed inwardly. "What's wrong with Boss? Have you found a solution?" Liu Nian asked hurriedly.
Feng Lin shook his head gently, but he felt that it was really said that Cao Cao was here.
He just thought of Si Weijun in his mind, and found Si Weijun's figure from among the Guangming tribe in the distance.
At this time, Si Weijun's realm had already stepped into a broken wall.
However, it should have just entered the wall breaking stage, and it may be a single arm breaking the wall, and at most a forearm is added.
This force must have not reached the point where both arms break through the wall.
She was wearing golden armor this time, with a cloak behind her back, not wearing the previous skirt. "I met an acquaintance, maybe she can help us solve our doubts."
Feng Lin said softly.
Si Weijun is from the Jiuyou clan, and she is older than Cen Caixuan, so she must know more.
In particular, she once controlled an ancient battlefield, and she should also know very well about the place where she is also an ancient battlefield.
"Weijun! Why are you here?"
Feng Lin suddenly shouted into the distance, but the direction he was shouting was not where Si Weijun was.
Suddenly someone called his name, and Si Weijun's body shook suddenly.
She immediately turned around and looked at the person over there, the voice sounded familiar.
This sudden sound made everyone else around him look back, but then they were busy with their own affairs.
"Feng Lin?" Si Weijun suddenly discovered that a long sword appeared in Feng Lin's hand in the distance.
She naturally recognized that this long sword was Feng Lin's general.
No wonder the voice was so familiar just now. It turned out that he found out that he shouted intentionally.
However, everyone here only knew that her name was Clara, and no one could guess that Feng Lin was calling her.
Si Weijun smiled, and this kid was indeed not dead.
When she learned the news of Feng Lin's death, she never believed it was true. She would not believe anyone like Feng Lin unless someone saw him die with his own eyes.
Instead of walking over immediately, she waited here for nearly five minutes, then walked to a stone not far away and sat down.
The other members of the Guangming tribe here also found a place to see Si Weijun sitting down to rest.
Feng Lin waited for a while before walking over with Liu Nian and leaned against the other side of the stone.
Si Weijun glanced at Feng Lin indifferently, and after approaching him, she pressed her hand on the back of his hand.
Buzz!
Feng Lin clearly felt that the formation seemed to be engraved on the back of his hand.
After Si Weijun carved the formation, she changed a stone and sat down again, leaving Feng Lin. "I knew you were not dead." Si Weijun's voice suddenly rang in Feng Lin's mind.
Feng Lin was shocked and immediately looked at the glimmering light on the back of his hand, and said in a panic: "What kind of formation is this?"
"This is used to transmit sounds. You won't even know how to use this formation, right?"
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Si Weijun's voice came to Feng Lin's ears again. "I really don't know." Feng Lin replied in a low voice. "You are so strong that you don't even understand this kind of formation. You are such a clever person. You don't need to make a sound or your mouth doesn't need to move. As long as you move your tongue, I can know what you are talking about." Si Weijun's voice came over again.
Feng Lin nodded secretly and tried to ask, "Can you hear me like this?"
"Yes! This formation can determine what you said through the breath exhaled from the tongue and throat, and then pass it to another person with the formation, and it is directly transmitted through the bones, which outsiders cannot hear it."
Si Weijun's voice then came, "Tell me! How did you escape the pursuit of the saint?"
"Boss, what's wrong with you? What are you muttering there?" Liu Nian asked from the side. "I'm sending a message to her." Feng Lin pulled Liu Nian and walked away.
"Don't go too far. This formation has a distance limit, otherwise the place on the other side would be equivalent to a telephone. Why did the Yin-Yang Crusaders occupy so many rushes to convey the message?" Si Weijun's voice came again.
Wen Lin immediately stopped when he heard this.
He winked at Liu Nian first, then sat on the stone, and told the story about what happened last time. "So that's it, so you suspect that this saint is a little divine tree, so why are you afraid of the divine slaves over you?" Si Weijun asked. "That's right." Feng Lin nodded.
"Then you finally escaped, why are you back? You can't be worried about my safety, right?" Si Weijun asked.
Feng Lin turned around and looked at Si Weijun, showing a look of looking at a fool, and then told Si Weijun about the reason for coming this time.
Since she needs help, Feng Lin naturally needs to make the matter clear. "So that's it." Si Weijun suddenly realized. "Senior, do a favor, why can't I find traces of formations in this ancient battlefield?" Feng Lin asked curiously.
"Haha, I don't know. Even if I know, why do you tell you? I can't even give it to me, and I didn't let you raise it."
Si Weijun glanced at Feng Lin here, and the voice continued, "If you have a baby with me, I will tell you."
"But there is no time, only one day left."
"It's okay, our race is almost hit in one blow, and there must be enough time." Si Weijun said. "Not enough! I can't end the day!"
As soon as Feng Lin finished speaking, Si Weijun in the distance turned her head in disbelief and looked at Feng Lin like a monster. "You show me the video first, I have to see which place I can confirm." Si Weijun walked towards Feng Lin. (This chapter ends)