Chapter 975 (1/2)

”Do you think you have any choice but to cooperate with me in this situation?”

For a moment, he Feng was stunned there.

Poor Qi's rhetorical question just caught his life at once. Yes, now what's the way out except cooperating with him?

But he still didn't give up and said to poor Qi, ”don't be wordy. We will find a way out. Don't pay attention to him, old man. Let's go inside and maybe find a way out!”

”Don't worry!” misty son said suddenly.

He moved forward slowly, as if to test poor Qi's patience, approached his body to a place that poor Qi couldn't touch, and then carefully observed the poor Qi in front of him, and suddenly burst out laughing: ”I really overestimate you. I've been in a place with so much aura for so many years. Instead of improving my strength, I've declined to this point. I don't know what you've been doing these years?”

”Do you mean he is very weak now?” He Feng opened his mouth and asked. Misty son nodded. He stretched out his finger and pointed to the poor Qi in front of him and said, ”so it is the four fierce beasts in ancient times, but the word beast in his name means that we can judge his strength with some experience of observing wild animals.”

”Can you do that?” He Feng was surprised.

”Why not?” said piaomizi. ”One is all. In my opinion, these are the same. If you look at his fur carefully, you will find something unusual.”

After listening to Misty son's words, he Feng also looked up. Sure enough, he only saw the poor man. His thick hair looked messy, dry and dry without any oily light. It formed wisps by wisps, and the color was not very bright, just like the hair of malnourished people or animals.

Moreover, he noticed that poor Qi seemed very thin, and his exposed skin was dry and cracked, just like a mummy buried in the sand. All this was not consistent with his reputation as an ancient divine beast.

”I see!” He Feng suddenly realized and said. He glanced around and walked to a skeleton. He stepped on the skeleton's bones. The sound of crackling bones came out, but he saw that among the scattered bones that had been stepped on were dried bone marrow.

Obviously, the owner of these bones has been dead for a long time.

Thousands of years!

Looking at poor Qi's weak appearance in front of him, he Feng roughly guessed the result. With such abundant aura, poor Qi can't be a lazy guy. After all, laziness also needs cost. If you have no worries about food and clothing, you can be lazy and make your life a little more comfortable.

But if life hangs on the line, you may die at any time. I'm afraid no one will continue to be lazy? Unless this person has broken the pot and doesn't intend to live!

So there is only one result. Poor Qi can't practice through the aura between heaven and earth!