Chapter 3082
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Feng Wu focused her attention and looked down.
There was a valley at the bottom of the cliff.
By then, it was getting dark, but the afterglow of the setting sun was still there, so Feng Wu could still see everything clearly.
Feng Wu couldn't help but admire what she saw.
There was a house built near the crater of the volcano.
It wasn't built like a courtyard house, though.
It was a row of huts in the woods.
There used to be a meadow in front of the huts, but it had been flattened. The grass was only an inch tall and was green.
It was so soft when she stepped on it.
Feng Wu saw a tea table in the yard, on which was a small red clay stove simmering tea. A long-haired man sat in a rattan chair with a scroll in his hand.
The middle-aged man was elegant, elegant, and had an extraordinary bearing.
His hand was still on the scroll, as if he were reading spring and autumn under the moonlight.
Mr Zuoqiu!
That name popped up in Feng Wu's head.
She had barely raised her breath when Mr Zuoqiu's sharp eyes darted in her direction.
Luckily, Feng Wu had already dodged the attack and kept her breathing to a minimum.
Mr Zuoqiu looked back at the scroll in his hand.
Feng Wu quietly backed away from the trees and carefully stepped out of the bush …
Feng Wu finally exhaled when she was a thousand meters away from Mr Zuoqiu.
She wiped her forehead and saw that it was covered in cold sweat.
Putting aside Mister Zuoqiu's intelligence, just his cultivation base alone … was absolutely incomparably powerful!
Feng Wu didn't know how capable he was, but he was definitely above the Spiritual King stage.
He had to be at the Spiritual Nation stage.
Feng Wu scowled.
She had risked her life and finally advanced to the Spirit King Realm with great difficulty. Now that she had come to the Peace Plains, any random big shot here was at the Spirit Kingdom Realm. She wouldn't believe it if someone said they weren't showing off.
Crouching down in the tall grass, Feng Wu rubbed her chin and began to think of a plan.
Plan Zero? No. Only those who weren't meticulous would think that playing it by ear. Feng Wu had always been the one to plan before taking action, so that she could hit the target with one strike.
Feng Wu saw the Immortal Spiritual Tree.
She hadn't been so excited to see Mr Zuoqiu that she almost gave herself away, but because —
Feng Wu saw the Immortal Spiritual Tree!
It wasn't hidden, and it wasn't that hard to find!
It was right there in the yard!
Mr Zuoqiu was sitting under the Immortal Spirit Tree.
In other words, Dongsang Country was so extravagant that they built houses here.
Meanwhile, Mister Zuoqiu was sitting under the Immortal Spiritual Tree, waiting for the fruit to ripen.
She had only caught a glimpse of a translucent Immortal Spiritual Fruit hanging over Mr Zuoqiu's head.
It was so eye-catching.
That kind of ostentatious.
Feng Wu wanted nothing more than to snatch the fruit and run.
But that wouldn't do.
She couldn't even deal with Mr. Zuoqiu alone, not to mention the other assassins around.
Rubbing her nose, Feng Wu went back to her plan.
Just then, a voice rang out in front of Feng Wu.
"Miracle Doctor Mu Yan, do you really think the Divine Blood of the Phoenix exists in this world?"
It was a male voice.
Miracle Doctor Mu Yan? Feng Wu's eyes lit up. She had heard that name before.
Feng Wu had a good memory because she remembered the gossip about Miracle Doctor Muyan. She had heard that Muyan and the crown prince had rolled in the bushes.
Seeing that she was crouching in the grass, Feng Wu fell silent.
Miracle Doctor Mu Yan snorted. "Divine Blood of the Phoenix? Do you really believe that? Bu Jingyu, when did you become so stupid? "
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