Cultivation Starts From the Journey Through Three Years

"As it was a wonderful battle that should not be missed, Xiao Mou passed by here by accident. If there is any offense, please forgive me."

A sound, like a clear spring, flows open in the void.

Behind him, the void swayed away like water waves, and he walked out of a young man who was more than twenty years old, wearing a blue Taoist robe, with an extremely ethereal look and demeanor.

The young man hovered in the air, looking at Zhang Qingyuan below, scanning up and down, there was some surprise in his eyes, and only after a while, he said:

"I didn't expect that such a world would be able to show a figure like Fellow Daoist!"

"You must know that the strength of these ghost ghosts is more than three points better than ordinary monks of the same realm, especially the strength of that ghost general. It’s impossible to kill, and your Excellency solved it so cleanly."

"With such a strength, even if it is placed in the land of Central Continent, it can be regarded as a talented person, and he is qualified to fight for the road to become immortal!"

"Sure enough, there is a sky outside the sky, there are people outside the world, the world is big, and heroes come out in large numbers. It is not only the corner of the Central Continent that is the realm of comprehension!"

This person has a vague meaning, just standing there, he is born with an extraordinary meaning.

In a sigh,

It is full of sincerity.

"Oh, from what fellow daoists said, do you recognize the origin of these monsters?"

Since the visitor did not show hostility, Zhang Qingyuan would naturally not start fighting just because the opponent was passing by.

Generally speaking,

Although this person is a bit mysterious, at least he did not show any hostility towards himself.

and......

The words of the other party made Zhang Qingyuan feel that this person came from the mysterious and unpredictable land of Central Continent!

This made Zhang Qingyuan couldn't help but awaken his spirits secretly.

Although he is confident that his own strength is in the circumstance that the giants above the Wanhua realm can't come out, there are not many people in the world who will be his opponents.

It's always good to keep a bit of vigilance.

"Nether ghosts, a clan of ghosts...After Jiujue Immortal Venerable, I am afraid that only this place can continue to exist such a group. It seems that I did not go wrong..."

The young man surnamed Xiao glanced at the crystal of the sullen energy in Zhang Qingyuan's hand, and his gaze returned to the Black Mountain covered by the gloomy sky in front of him, his voice inexplicable.

In the pupils, there is an inexplicable meaning.

Like an archaeological pilgrim, seeing the miracle of the world built with the power of mankind five thousand years ago, his eyes are a kind of pursuit, longing, and seeing the vastness of monuments!

"In the next, Xiao Jingyun, I don't know who is your friend, can you know one or two?"

The inexplicable color in Xiao Jingyun's eyes quickly subsided, and he stepped out slowly, ready to leave, but before leaving, he looked back at Zhang Qingyuan and asked aloud.

"Zhang Qingyuan."

Zhang Qingyuan answered with his hands.

Xiao Jingyun nodded.

"Xiao remembers this name."

The indifferent voice spread, Xiao Jingyun's figure escaped into the void, and soon disappeared.

In place,

Looking at the direction Xiao Jingyun was leaving,

Zhang Qingyuan looked deeply in the direction where the other party was leaving, his eyes flickering for a moment, and did not continue to stay, putting away the golden harpoon left by the ghost.

Sweeping the battlefield,

Then drifted away.

Until a moment after Zhang Qingyuan left,

Several black shadows fluttered like black lightning and fell to the place where the previous battle took place. After surveying the surrounding fragmented ground, the black face became heavier and seemed to communicate for a while, then the figure flashed towards The darkness disappeared.

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