The Emperor Of The World

One after another, Divine Light after another flew across the sky, and after descending from the seven-colored Divine Stone's cliff, under Tian Hua's guidance, everyone hurriedly fled!    

Along the way, everyone was silent, afraid that they would break their mutual understanding and reveal a little fear of being spied on by the Stone Spirit that might exist in the dark.    

They were playing dumb, the Stone Spirit definitely existed, but they did not know where it was.    

After running about a hundred miles in one breath, everyone let out a long sigh of relief and stopped to rest in a forest wilderness.    

"This baby is so scared!" The first to speak to break the tense atmosphere was the little Heavenly Cucurbit.    

It was jumping and jumping on Chen Feng's shoulder. This was not its intention, but Chen Feng's current mood. It and Chen Feng were the same, but when it said those words, everyone's horror disappeared, and in exchange, they laughed at him.    

"Crack crack!" The Big Black Ant opened its mouth, but it did not know any techniques, it could not speak, and could not act cute.    

"Maybe the Stone Spirit is no longer there. We're overthinking it." Zhu Yun said softly, as she pulled up her hair that covered her eyes.    

"Watch out for a ten-thousand-year ship!" Chen Feng did not speak much, but he was at the point where he wanted to strike at the heart of the matter, and this was what Dian Feng was thinking.    

Maybe that Stone Spirit had dropped its stone many years ago and had long gone to who knows where in the world.    

"This is bad!" Tian Hua suddenly exclaimed.    

"What's wrong?" Dian Feng's heart tightened, and thought that some kind of trick had come up.    

Who knew this guy would say, "We seem to have gotten lost ?" I don't remember coming here. "    

"Hmm?!" Everyone stared at him in doubt!    

Tian Hua was too embarrassed to make a sound.    

Tian Hua was puzzled, he had walked this path twice, so logically, he should not be mistaken.    

"Ai, Senior Brother, you're old. If your memory isn't good, then so be it." Xiao Tian joked, the nervous atmosphere had already been dissipated by the little Heavenly Cucurbit.    

Tian Hua rolled his eyes, but the truth was right in front of him, so he could only force a smile.    

Everyone looked around, but suddenly Ye Zhu pointed towards the distant wilderness and said: "Look, there's a mortal over there, he seems to be farming. Let's go and ask for directions."    

Dian Feng looked in the direction that Ye Zhu pointed. Sure enough, he saw clear paths between fields in the forest. An old man with grizzled hair was digging the ground with a hoe, as if trying to plant something.    

"Come on, let's go and ask for directions. Be polite." Yan Feng reminded everyone.    

Dian Feng looked from afar and saw the old man covered in sweat. He discovered that the bag of seeds he had placed in the middle of the field seemed to be growing something.    

Others didn't care, but Dian Feng did.    

It was a flower!    

Multicolored, very miscellaneous, why would an old farmer want to plant a flower?    

Somehow, Dian Feng suddenly remembered that piece of sea of flowers that was burned to ashes.    

Dian Feng's heart instantly went cold. He was drenched in sweat, cold sweat!    

"You must pay attention to etiquette, and try to be as humble as possible with your tone and voice." Dian Feng added. After taking a deep breath, he could only slowly walk over.    

However, a black Cortex Corydalis was somehow worn by Dian Feng on the ring finger of his left hand. Along the way, Dian Feng lightly rubbed his Void Ring, his expression a little unnatural.    

The group of eleven walked over together, and the old farmer on the field seemed to have discovered them. His body trembled slightly as he saw the group walk over. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and looked at them with vigilance while resting his hands on the hoe.    

In the wilderness, with so many people appearing all of a sudden, it seemed like they were in the same group. A mortal naturally wouldn't feel safe.    

Dian Feng walked in front of everyone and walked to the edge of the old farmer's field. His eyes flashed with a bright light, but his mouth revealed a gentle smile: "Old man, don't be nervous, we are not bad people. We just got lost in the mountain and wanted to find you a way."    

Facing a mortal, Dian Feng was already respectful enough, so no one could find any fault with it.    

The old farmer looked at this group of people carefully, especially Dian Feng who was standing at the front and greeting them. He had a good impression of this young man, and he smiled with courtesy and sincerity.    

The moment he caught a glimpse of the black Cortex Corydalis in Dian Feng's hands, the old farmer's eyes focused for a moment and then moved away.    

"Ask for directions?" The old farmer was still on guard as he tightly gripped the hoe handle. It seemed that if you dare to mess with me, I will give up this old body to fight you!    

He was a mortal, or at least he seemed to be, and there was nothing wrong with him that could be picked out.    

There were no true essence fluctuations, no mana fluctuations, no Spiritual Sense Fluctuation, no powerful blood aura, and even the aura of an old body!    

He was wearing a sackcloth robe and a bamboo hat that covered the sun. The old man's eyes were filled with sweat, causing him to blink.    

Dian Feng maintained his humble smile, but no one knew what he was thinking about in his heart.    

Even people with a higher cultivation realm than him was unable to see through his thoughts. Ever since the first recovery of the Soul Spell, even Xiao Guoguo was unable to see through Dian Feng's thoughts!    

The old farmer sized him up for a long time before he seemed to put down his guard. He dragged his hoe and sat on the edge of the field.    

There was a pottery urn there, upside down with a pottery bowl.    

He gently opened the lid of the bowl and poured out a bowl of tea that was mixed with inferior quality tea leaves. Then, he brought it in front of Dian Feng with a smile on his face.    

"You guys have lost your way in the forest, I think you must be thirsty. Have a drink of this old man's tea to quench your thirst, right?" The old farmer narrowed his eyes and wiped his sweat with a towel wrapped around his shoulder.    

Unconsciously, a drop of old farmer's sweat fell into the tea, but the old farmer didn't seem to notice.    

Dian Feng nodded and took the cup of tea from the old farmer's hands. He gulped it down without hesitation and made a sound of "Ah ~" of satisfaction.    

Icy cold and refreshing!    

"Good tea!" "Thank you, uncle. I'll return the bowl to you." Dian Feng drank not a single drop left, and even the tea leaves in the tea were drunk. When the old farmer took back the tea bowls, he nodded his head with satisfaction and smiled.    

Seeing how enthusiastic the old farmer was, everyone smiled.    

And seeing Dian Feng's satisfied expression, Tian Hua this fellow crawled along and said: "Old grandpa, do you still have any tea? Can you give me a sip?"    

Everyone rolled their eyes at this guy, and they liked to take advantage of him.    

The old farmer revealed a look of displeasure, he glanced at Tian Hua and pretended to be angry: "Old grandfather? Am I that old? " As he spoke, he made a gesture to show that he was shriveled but had flesh on his chest.    

Old men didn't want to be called old by others the most, because it would make people feel that they were too old to be called men, wouldn't it? Or perhaps, it would make others feel that he was too weak and useless?    

This was similar to a woman's age. To someone who loved face, this was also a sensitive topic.    

Thus, Old Nong rolled his eyes at Tian Hua, turned the teacup upside down and returned it back to the pot, saying: "My tea is very precious, if you aren't the right person, I won't give you a single drop, hmph!"    

"Ha ha!" Everyone laughed, but Tian Hua laughed awkwardly, he was not angry.    

As for the words "precious" from the old farmer, other than Dian Feng, no one else really took it to heart.