The old man looked at the shadow floating outside the candlelight, thinking deeply.

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Henghua stood at the bow of the boat, opening his arms to embrace the cool breeze on the water.

I haven't left the island for ten years, and suddenly I feel like I have a vast expanse of sky and vast water, and I feel like I can roam freely.

The depression caused by Fuhe and the anxiety of urgent foundation building were swept away.

"How's it going? Isn't the scenery nice outside?"

“It’s okay. Compared with looking out from Langhuan Pavilion, the view is much wider.”

The world is vast, but I am a small boat.

Henghua looked at the seascape in the distance and couldn't help but roar to the sky.

The water surface stirred up layers of wild waves, pushing his whistle into the distance.

Listening to the whistle carried by the wind, Fu Xiangfeng's eyes flashed: "The art of wind sound? Not bad, very good."

Fengyin, the magical secret technique inherited by the Fu family through blood.

As the name suggests, sound can be transmitted using the wind that echoes between heaven and earth.

We are now more than ten miles away from Panlong Island, but Henghua shouted to Panlong Island, and the wind could still carry his words clearly back to the island.

Xiang Feng: "Such a profound Feng Yin, even I am not as good as you."

Wind sound is an advanced application of "transmitting sound into secrets". The bloodline ability is strong and the range of wind sound is wide.

But Xiang Feng disdained this secret skill.

Among the several cultivating families in the eastern part of Yanlong, the Fu family’s bloodline secret skills are the most useless.

"Third brother, your practice is based on the wind. Our wind sound magical power may seem inconspicuous and only has a supporting role. But it will be of great benefit to you in the future for making golden elixirs."

"Really? You don't believe that our ancestors have immortals, do you?"

Cultivation families are passed down by blood. The stronger the ancestors are, the more powerful the magical powers and secrets passed down to descendants through blood will be.

However, the Fengyin art inherited by the Fu family is at the bottom of the major cultivating families, and it is obvious that there is no powerful existence in the ancestors.

Henghua smiled and said nothing more, quietly looking at Panlong Island getting further and further away.

Xiao Yu on the first floor secretly went to the boat in the side room to take care of the sleeping Fu Heyi.

"I haven't woken up. The master's technique is still taking effect, and it will probably last for a few days."

Xiaoyu calculated the number of rooms on the boat and arranged the third young master at the back. The young master would secretly come over to reinforce the seal and would not be discovered. But based on the young master’s plan, he might have to confront the third young master at some point and force him to He took the blame together.

Half an hour later, the boat sailed a hundred miles and left the waters of Panlong Island.

Henghua clearly felt the change of aura in the air.

Compared with the waters of Panlong Island, the spiritual energy outside is thinner and a bit colder and damper.

In the water, there are water monsters wandering around from time to time, bringing up waves of monster mist.

The wind echoing on the water surface returned the location of the fish monster hidden in the water to Henghua.

"Are there so many water monsters outside Panlong Island?"

Although Panlong Island is far away from other Fujia islands and there are many water monsters around it, there shouldn't be that many of them, right?

Xiang Feng frowned and said, "When I came back, I deliberately cleaned it up. I didn't expect that so many of them would appear again in just a few dozen days."
Chapter completed!