Miss is here!

    The golden light picked up, Qin Feng subconsciously stopped his body.

    He was flying in the sky above the cloud. In front of him, the golden light scattered from him was condensed in one place, and finally, it turned into a cloud.

    This cloud is extremely spiritual.

    When it formed, it turned out to be joyfully circling around Qin Feng, like a child locked in a house for a long time, now free.

    "The Somersault Cloud?"

    Qin Feng shouted subconsciously.

    Suddenly, this joyful circling stopped, floating in front of Qin Feng, going up and down, as if nodding.

    "Rumor has it that a somersault is a thousand miles away, and I do not know whether it is true or not."

    Qin Feng muttered to himself, but he also knew that this is naturally fake, to be precise... The speed of the Somersault Cloud is determined by the rider's cultivation.