Furnace!

 The wind whistling at night, passing the hair between the foreheads.

 Qin Feng was standing on the back of the black bird, the smoke curled from the corner of his mouth.

 This is the third cigarette.

 With the smoke, looking at Beast Mountain in front of him, Qin Feng frowned. From this mountain, Qin Feng felt a violent breath.

 Beast Mountain, as the name suggests, has a lot of birds and beasts, and it is extremely violent.

 Throughout the mountains, at first glance, the tyrannical atmosphere is pervasive, and he has not yet entered the mountain. Qin Feng can feel it.

 "Go in."

 Qin Feng's eyelids lowered, scanning, this is only under the Spirit Hunting, using the black bird of Zhou Hong's residual spiritual power and spiritual thoughts, said casually.

 However, the blackbird listened in the air and screamed a few times at the Beast Mountain. It still didn't move forward.