Chapter 446
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Feng Yinyang looked at the formation diagram that Yan Chuan handed over, his eyes constantly changing!
"It's not the style of the South Sect, nor is it the style of the Northern Sect. Prince Yan, this …!" Feng Yinyang looked at Yan Chuan in surprise.
"You can understand it?" Yan Chuan stared at Feng Yinyang.
"Although it's very different from what I learned, I've already digested Yin and Yang. I can understand it. There are many subtleties within it that have opened my eyes. Prince Yan, did you create this?"
"It's just some formation diagrams that I came across by chance!" Yan Chuan shook his head.
"Really? There are other formation diagrams? "Feng Yinyang's eyes lit up.
"If there's a chance in the future, I'll look for it again!" Yan Chuan smiled slightly.
Feng Yinyang looked at Yan Chuan and understood that Yan Chuan was rejecting him tactfully.
He smiled bitterly and said, "Alright!"
"Meow, give the Sky Burying Coffin to Feng Yinyang!" Yan Chuan said.
"Meow!"
Meow immediately took out the small felt hat.
"Rumble!"
A huge coffin fell out of the small felt hat.
Taking a deep breath, Feng Yinyang stood up and touched the Sky Burying Coffin.
"It's real. It's really the Sky Burying Coffin!" Feng Yinyang exclaimed.
"If that's the case, then take it!" Yan Chuan smiled slightly.
Feng Yinyang turned to look at Yan Chuan, his eyes uncertain.
"Prince Yan, aren't you afraid that I'll run away with the Sky Burying Coffin?" Feng Yinyang looked at Yan Chuan in surprise.
Wasn't this too casual? He didn't even sign the contract. How could he just give it away like that?
"It's just a coffin. If you really want it, just take it. As for the three conditions, I believe you will keep your promise. I won't be wrong about you!" Yan Chuan smiled.
Looking at Yan Chuan, Feng Yinyang felt a surge of gratitude.
"Prince Yan, rest assured. I, Feng Yinyang, am a man of my word!" Feng Yinyang said solemnly.
"I believe you!" Yan Chuan smiled.
"Prince Yan, don't you want to know why I want the Heaven Burying Coffin?" Feng Yinyang asked.
"Why should I know?" Yan Chuan smiled in a carefree manner.
The more Yan Chuan acted like this, the more Feng Yinyang felt apologetic.
Feng Yinyang bowed deeply to Yan Chuan, took a deep breath, and said, "This Heaven Burying Coffin is very important to my Southern Sect. My Southern Sect will use it to set up a huge feng shui ceremony. Everything will be done in secret. Only a few people know about it, and they will collect all kinds of things from all over. I will be in charge of this huge coffin!"
"Is that so? Feng shui ceremony? "Yan Chuan said in surprise.
"Yes, it will definitely cause a stir in the south. If Prince Yan has time, you can come and watch the ceremony!" Feng Yinyang said solemnly.
"Watch the ceremony? As long as you invite me, I will definitely be there! "Yan Chuan nodded solemnly.
"I will inform you when the time comes!" Feng Yinyang smiled.
Yan Chuan nodded.
After chatting with Feng Yinyang for a while, Feng Yinyang left with the Heaven Burying Coffin and the feng shui array.
In the hall, only Yan Chuan, Mo Yu Xi, and Meow were left.
"Meow, why have you been so listless these days? This is not like you! "Yan Chuan looked at Meow.
Meow looked a little depressed.
"What's wrong?" Yan Chuan asked again.
"Meow, Yan Chuan, am I very useless?" Meow's eyes were suddenly filled with tears.
"What's wrong? Who said you are useless? "Yan Chuan immediately hugged Meow to comfort her.
"Yes, Meow, what's wrong with you?" Mo Yu Xi was also worried. She took out a top-grade spirit stone and stuffed it into Meow's arms.
Normally, Meow would be very happy, but now, holding the spirit stone, she felt so wronged that she wanted to cry.
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