Chapter 118 (1/2)

Yan Zhaoge looked at fengyunsheng and then at sikongqing. He laughed and shook his head: ”since Fu Shibo is out of the pass, this is expected.”

”Let's go. Let's go to Tianbei island.” Yan Zhaoge clapped his hands and walked ahead.

Before that, Zhao Ming was just about to leave for Chihong sect in tianbeizhou recently, so he just went with him.

First of all, after meeting the first elder of beizhou, Yan Zhaoge and others said goodbye to Zhao Ming. Zhao Ming went to the territory of Chihong school by himself, while Yan Zhaoge and his party continued to Yunting lake.

Yunting lake is located in a small country in the east of tianbeizhou, with a small area, but unique scenery.

Standing at the edge of the lake, you can see the white clouds in the middle of the lake.

The unique aura wave moves around Yunting lake and forms a unique existence in the center of the lake.

The moisture in the air condenses into clouds, but there is no wind or rain.

The four seasons here are like spring, and even the climate and temperature have not changed greatly, so that the white clouds are not scattered all the time, but like a huge Pavilion in the middle of the lake.

A building that has always been there, transformed by clouds.

Yan Zhaoge and others are all masters of the realm of cultivation. They walk directly on the water to the center of the lake.

Before approaching the cloud Pavilion in the middle of the lake, a water curtain suddenly rises on the lake, like a barrier.

Yan Zhaoge raised his eyes and looked at it. He suddenly turned his white eyes.

Only on the water curtain, the handwriting is prominent.

”The Yan family are waiting outside. Others are coming in.”

Ah Hu saw it, and a big face turned into a bitter gourd: ”childe......”

Feng Yunsheng and Sikong Qing look at each other. Even if they don't know the situation, they now know that the legendary elder Fu doesn't want to see Yan Zhaoge and his son.

Ah Hu rubbed his hands and whispered to Yan Zhaoge, ”young master, we can't make a hard break in this place.”

At present, the water curtain seems to be a thin layer, but if you really think that the water curtain is fragile, it is a pit in your head.

This is Fu Enshu, a strong old master, who drives the flow of water with his martial arts and boxing.

Just as the stone and iron used to imprison heaven and earth with fist intention, Yan Xu could not advance or retreat directly.

For those with the same realm or higher accomplishments as Fu Enshu, the water curtain is nothing, but for Yan Zhaoge and ah Hu, the thin water curtain is more impregnable than the iron wall.

Yan Zhaoge looks at the water curtain in front of her eyes, laughs and shakes her head: ”it doesn't matter.”

Turning to fengyunsheng and sikongqing, yanzhaoge said with a smile, ”Fu Shibo has a life. Go ahead.”

Feng Yunsheng and Sikong Qingqing look over and see Yan Zhaoge's face calm.

After such a long time, they know more or less that Yan Zhaoge is really a man who only takes advantage of the advantages and doesn't suffer losses, even in the face of patriarchal clan elders.

Yan Zhaoge looked at them and smiled: ”if you go in, I will go in naturally.”

Feng Yunsheng's mouth was moved. He smiled rather than smiled. He gave Yan Zhaoge a thumbs up. He didn't hesitate to walk to the water curtain barrier.

Sikong Qing took a quiet look at Yan Zhaoge and nodded slightly, then turned to the water curtain.