The beginning of the wilderness accepts Styx as godson

"Are we really going to steal ginseng fruit?"

Flying in the sky, Tongtian was a little puzzled and felt inexplicable, so he agreed to it.

At the previous banquet, everyone drank to their heart's content. After the banquet, Ming He tried his best to persuade him, but after Yang Li got up, he was very firm and pulled Tong Tian out.

"Don't you want to be famous?" Yang Li said seriously, "Tongtian, you are not too young for your age. It's not a thing to do nothing all day long. It's time to do something serious."

"But..." Tongtian was confused, "Is stealing other people's things a serious matter?"

Yang Lisu said: "Stealing by a cultivator, how can it be called stealing? It should be called borrowing. When we are successful in cultivation, we can return it to him, that's fine."

"It seems reasonable." Tong Tian murmured.

"Tongtian, at this speed, how long will we have to fly before reaching Dixian Mountain?"

"50 years."

Yang Li almost fell off Kunpeng's back, "Are you kidding me?"

"No." Tongtian explained: "The prehistoric is too big. Generally, the strong will break through the space and compress the distance."

"Flying for 50 years, when I get to the place, I guess I will become an old man."

Yang Li was a little unwilling. He felt that he was a serious mortal. After 50 years, his hair would all be gray. How could he still have the skills to steal ginseng fruit.

Tong Tian didn't know what to do for a while.

In fact, if Kunpeng was flying at full speed, it would not take that long to reach Dixian Mountain.

But the main reason is... Yang Li was acting as a mortal, and he didn't dare to show too much power, so he could only fly slowly.

In fact, the flying speed is not bad now, and the ordinary big Luo can't catch up.

It can only be said that Zhenyuanzi's place is a bit too far away.

"Do you know some powerful existences that can help us bring them over?" Yang Li asked with hope in his heart.

Tong Tian shook his head: "...I don't know, I'm too weak."

"Then there is no other way, let's go back to Erxian Mountain!" Yang Li sighed.

Originally, I didn't want Master Huang Long to get involved, mainly because I was afraid that Master would monopolize it.
The ginseng fruit is too powerful, and it is normal to be motivated by wealth.

Combining myself and Tongtian, it is estimated that they are not the opponent of the master. If the master joins, they can only fight.

Looking at Tongtian, Yang Li did not forget to say a few words: "My master has some psychological problems. If you see him, you'd better be respectful. Otherwise, I'm afraid you will be wronged."

Huh, Huanglong?I see if he dares!
Tong Tian sneered in his heart, but his face was stiff, "Okay, I'll try to hold back."

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"I don't know when the saint will come back?"

With his legs resting on the stone table, Huang Long sat slumped on the chair, nibbling on the spirit fruit, not to mention how comfortable it was.

Yang Li left.

Damn Kunpeng also left.

Now, in this cave where countless fairy fruits are planted and the spiritual energy is extremely abundant, he is the boss who speaks for himself again.

"I don't know what that bastard He Yun is doing, hiding in Yuxu Palace and not coming back."

"I seem to have heard that Yuxu Palace has changed its location. It is not on Kunlun Mountain, but on another fairy mountain not far from Kunlun Mountain."

"I really don't know what Master is thinking. The good Kunlun Mountains, the ancestors of Wanshan Mountains, why did they move away?"

"Forget it, it has nothing to do with me anyway."

Taking another bite of the spiritual fruit, Huang Long squinted his eyes and burst into a smile.

With the spiritual roots and spiritual valleys collected by these saints, he is very beautiful now.

practice?Cultivate ass!
Eating the fruit directly can improve one's cultivation without much effort.

And there are many kinds of fruits, and you can change them if you get tired of eating them.

Huang Long felt that he had never lived such a beautiful life.

From this point of view, accepting Yang Li as an apprentice is really the luckiest decision I have ever made.

Just when Huanglong was dreaming about eating the spiritual fruit, and eating all the way to Zhunsheng, he suddenly heard a soft voice from outside the cave:

"Ancestral Witch Houtu, come to pay respects to the master of Erxian Mountain."

Back soil?

Huang Long jumped up from the chair with a jolt.

This is quasi-sage!
What are you doing here?
Huanglong's face was ugly, and he remembered that he accidentally passed by Xuanming when he was taking a bath, and was chased and killed by the ancestor witch.

Thanks to Yuanshi Tianzun, otherwise Huanglong would have been killed by the furious ancestor witch.

Even so, Huanglong was beaten up by several mysterious beings who covered their heads and masks, and had no ability to resist at all.

That body shape, that sturdy look, who else could it be besides Zu Wu?

Why did this witch clan come to you again?
How many years have passed, and you still refuse to expose this matter. You have said it all, it was not intentional, so why does no one believe it? !

Thanks to Houtu's voice, if it was Xuanming outside, Huanglong would have run away from another hidden exit.

Back then, Xuan Ming almost made him neither male nor female...

Through the restraint, Huang Long's voice spread out: "Housu, what are you doing here? I've already said that I didn't do it on purpose. It's boring to keep pursuing this matter!"

Floating in the air, Houtu's eyelids twitched, and he blurted out, "Shut up, Huanglong, I didn't come to look for you."

Huang Long was surprised: "Didn't you come to find the master of Erxian Mountain? I am."

Houtu still remembered the business, held back his anger and said, "I'm looking for the real master, Yang Li sage!"

"You know about this?!" Huang Long was taken aback, unexpectedly, Hou Tu discovered Yang Li's identity.

"Where is Saint Yang Li? I have something to do with him."

"Sage Yang Li... My apprentice is not here, what's the matter, you can tell me, my master, I can make the decision."

Hou Tu sneered, "Oh? That's great, I want you to come out of the mountain and help me deal with Di Jun."

Huang Long immediately changed his words: "Let's forget about fighting and killing, you'd better wait for my apprentice."

"Let me in first, do you have any hospitality?"

"That won't work, who knows if you found an excuse to sneak in and then punish me severely? You Wu Clan, you misunderstood me too much!"

Huang Long shook his head in the cave: "I said it all, it was a misunderstanding! I heard the sound of water in the spirit pool, and thought someone had fallen into the water, so I went to check."

Lingchi was the place where Xuanming was seen taking a bath.

Houtu's face turned ashen, "First! The Lingchi is a pool of divine water. Under the golden fairy, jumping in it will melt immediately, and there will be no movement at all. The only one that can make a sound can only be the golden fairy. Jump in and practice!"

"Secondly, Xuanming's clothes are right next to the spirit pond, and you can see them at a glance. If someone falls into the water, it's impossible to take off your own clothes."

"Third." Houtu gritted his teeth, "That Lingchi is the core forbidden area of ​​the Xuanming Witch Department! Only Xuanming can enter, and you appeared there because you tried your best to avoid layers of restrictions. Infiltrated!"

"You still have the face to say, are you passing by?"