At the last moment, Ye Feng grabbed Bing Zhixie tightly, and completed the last movement of the collection technique without missing a trace.

The holy light descended and covered a not-so-large range, but its power was unprecedented.

The range of more than ten meters around the Ice Tears was as strong as noon. The mermaid queen was bathed in the holy light and groaned in pain. The clear river water was rolling and rolling by the waves. The splashing rain was also reflected in colorful colors. It seemed that everything was affected by this light.

Only Ye Feng, and the severely scarred snow-mang and light attributes, felt a comfortable atmosphere.

Xuemang's wound was cracking, revealing a terrifying blood-red muscle. The mermaid queen suffered an unprecedented blow. She moaned, frowned in pain, and looked at Bing Zhichi with great regret, but she was unable to flow along the water, and did not even hold the strength of the tender green flute. The exquisite flute floated along the river water, and was bitten by Xuemang with her teeth and held it up.

Ye Feng gasped, trying to recover his exhausted magic power, but another bottle of magic potion drank, but it had no effect at all.

"Take him in." With an old but majestic order, the sound was somewhat familiar. Ye Feng realized that it was the sound carried by the seemingly true sigh just now.

The snow light slowly moved forward, and a crack several meters square appeared in front of it like a tunnel. This space was filled with holy light, and in the dim bridgeless river, it was transforming into a surprising scene.

Ye Feng was still holding the tears of ice tightly. When he intended to collect it into the space where he was capsule, he felt an inexplicable force in the palm of his hand, dragging it straight in the opposite direction like a black hole.

Ye Feng looked at the old man, who was looking directly at him with a cold and ruthless look.

"Divine Bath!"

The old man's old voice told the ancient spell, but in an instant, like the light and shadow of the curtain, Ye Feng's health value rose up like a gushing drill, and the snow and torn wounds healed at an astonishing speed.

The old man was a little weak and had a breath after using his skills.

"So fast!" Ye Feng felt the cold sweat in his palm. The old man's casting speed was so fast! The old man's eyes were dim and turbid, but the sense of pressure from the heart was really as if he was close to the face of any person facing him. After a long time, Ye Feng couldn't remember how long it had been. The tension, fear, and depression that he had never felt before actually surged out of his heart like magma bursting out.

Precepts!

Ye Feng realized for the first time that his precept attributes were so vulnerable, and his resistance to fear and shouting was like nothing.

"Who are you?" the old man asked expressionlessly. Ye Feng's fingers trembled slightly, but he could not put the Ice Tears into his bag.

"Feng Ye is a priest of light." Ye Feng slowly entered the language. Under the old man's gaze, Ye Feng could hardly suppress the urge to take action. Calm down and calm down. Ye Feng kept reminding himself, but his precepts did not resist at all.

"Someone called himself Pastor Light in front of me?" The old man sneered disdainfully. His strength was showing that the master of this laughter was definitely qualified.

"Leave half of the tears of ice." The old man suddenly coughed weakly and gasped violently, but Ye Feng did not dare to move at all. The God's bathing just now, the almost instant release speed, definitely means that he could hit himself with an unprecedented attack magic before he took out the scroll back to the city.

"Snow Mang, give him the flute." The old man stopped gasping, staring at Ye Feng with a gloomy look like an eagle, everything showed that his request could not be refused.

The A-level Unicorn Holy Beast actually completely obediently handed over the mermaid flute. The tender green and smooth flute body was as smooth and delicate as the baby's newborn fingers. The breath of snow rays passed through the flute hole, making a mysterious and charming and beautiful sound.

With a terrible existence, Ye Feng suddenly calmed down. When he realized the gap between him and the other party, the pressure the old man deliberately exerted was far less effective than that before.

Level 60, the highest-level person in "Light" is the case, and ten players with level 60 are definitely not the opponents of Xuemang.

This old man was able to train Xuemang as if he was a domestic dog. Even if his condition was so weak, who would dare to underestimate him?

"I don't want a flute." Ye Feng suddenly entered a line of tiny words and refused the old man's request in disguise.

"Do you feel at a disadvantage?" The old man laughed disdainfully. Under his gloomy eyes, Ye Feng was even worse than an ant. Although this ant dared to refuse his request: "You have already obtained the most precious thing. Even if I take away the entire Ice Tears, what you get from me will benefit you from it."

"I got it?" Faced with disdainful eyes, Ye Feng was not angry at all, nor was he inferior. Ye Feng just suddenly felt a wonderful feeling. In reality, this feeling seemed to have often flowed through his body.

It's the feeling of controlling everything, controlling!

Ye Feng's breathing was a little rapid, but his thoughts became clearer and clearer. I will surpass you! No matter who you are, no matter how strong you are, I will hold such disdainful eyes to look at you in the future!

Yes, I've got the most valuable stuff!

experience!

Everything this old man showed is definitely the most valuable experience!

I kept holding back and hiding my weak self completely behind Xuemang. Even when Xuemang was weakened to its limit, I was still as quiet as a mountain, and I didn't hit it suddenly until an excellent opportunity appeared!

The truth of the pastor!

Yes, the Pastor's Path is the most important truth of the Pastor! Ye Feng's mood was irresistible and excited, his heartbeat rose slightly, and his originally pale face also showed a rose-like flush. His tight lips exuded a passionate aura. Ye Feng showed a slightly ostentatious mood for the first time, but it only made people feel so flying, without a trace of boredom.

The true meaning of a priest is not lies in the power of healing, nor in the power of blessing, nor in the attack effect of light magic!

These are just appearances! The truly powerful pastor is that he can grasp the most critical moment!

Ye Feng looked at the snow-hard light that was gradually recovering, a little envious, but then he took the tender green mermaid flute.

Seeing Ye Feng's actions, the old man's eyes emitted a stronger mockery. There were a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people, and a thousand different understandings in the hearts of a thousand people.
Chapter completed!