Feng Wuyou didn't vomit blood, but Wulun looked at him and almost made him bleed.

Shengman is very ethnically energetic. In Shengman, it is absolutely not allowed to kill his own tribe. Once someone commits such a sin, it is a sin that is unforgivable.

After all, there are only a few people in Shengman. If you kill each other, wouldn’t you be seeking death?

But it is also because of this ethnic spirit, the life man is extremely cruel. Just like in this situation, in order to preserve the vitality, they will leave their companions without hesitation.

Even your own companions can be abandoned, let alone outsiders like Feng Wuyou?

As a result, these outsiders don’t have to care about them at all. It is very likely that everyone will be unscathed. They themselves have to give up more than half of them. How can they not let go of this feeling?

Feng Wuyou didn't plan to let Wulun go astray. They entered other people's territory. Now it seems that Wulun is the most likely person to form an alliance with them. It is better to have one more friend than to have one more enemy.

Therefore, Feng Wuyou quickly showed his trump card.

"I have a way to make everyone survive."

She said this very calmly, her tone was almost careless, and for a moment, Ulun thought she had heard it wrong.

Fortunately, the barbarian was born with keen senses, so he soon realized that Feng Wuyou had really said it.

"You clearly say your people can't carry us."

He stared at Feng Wuyou, thinking that Feng Wuyou was playing tricks on him.

Feng Wuyou controlled the urge to roll his eyes.

If she was still a little girl who had just passed by, she could naturally roll her eyes without any hesitation, but now she is the queen of Fangzhou after Yanyun, and she has to ask for her image or something.

She said, "Our people really can't carry you."

"Then you..." "Who said that you must run away with you after you survive?

What if there is a spiritual spring, it is within three hours of travel?"

Ulun said in the intercept: "Impossible!"

Feng Wuyou looked at him and raised an eyebrow.

Wulun suppressed his temper: "We all know that all the spiritual springs inside Shengman are the closest spiritual springs here, and it will take five hours to go!"

Only when the speed-giving tribes in their clan can they get there with all their strength.

"Are you sure?"

Feng Wuyou paused slightly and said, "The spiritual spring you are talking about should refer to... a stable spiritual spring, right?"

Wulun's expression suddenly trembled, and he suddenly looked up at Feng Wuyou.

Feng Wuyou looked calm and said, "When I was in Shenquan not long ago, I heard that Shenquan is not here for many years, but only appears for more than ten days after a specific day of each year.

It will disappear automatically after more than ten days.

Young Master Wulun, it’s not that I underestimate Shengman, but Shengman really knows where and when this spiritual spring that is hidden and disappears at the same time?"

Wulun stared at Feng Wuyou, his expression changed constantly.

Feng Wuyou already knew too much about the wilderness, and he didn't know how much Feng Wuyou knew.

Feng Wuyou's expression remained motionless.

The most unique landscape in the wilderness is Lingquan. She has long been paying attention to Lingquan.

The spiritual springs in Xuanniao tribe are like a big lake, and naturally exist all year round. Such a large lake cannot disappear just by saying that it disappears.

However, the Shenquan, which gave birth to the Shenwei, is a place like a small pool, and it still appears regularly every year.

She didn't know why this was, but at least it means that there are two types of spiritual springs.

One exists for many years, while the other only appears at special times.

This kind of temporary spiritual spring is difficult to find. Even if it appears, others cannot find it. Generally, it can only cause great luck.
Chapter completed!