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Fang Xiaoman was practicing. Although others said he was practicing blindly, he didn't think so.

He thought he was practicing.

The practice of cultivation, the practice of becoming an immortal after a hundred refinements.

There are immortals outside the mountain, he has seen them.

Stepping on the flying sword, it flew over your head in a flash.

The figure was elegant and the speed was very fast, looking very cool.

Xu Jun and Qiu Yahan stood not far from Fang Xiaoman. They had been standing there for a while, but Fang Xiaoman was practicing very seriously and didn't see them.

They didn't disturb Fang Xiaoman, just stood there quietly.

Xu Jun didn't walk forward until Fang Xiaoman stopped and started to breathe.

"This little brother, we are lost, so I want to ask, where is this place? From here, how far is it to the nearest town?"

Fang Xiaoman looked at Xu Jun when he heard it.

A stranger.

Wearing strange clothes and a strange accent. Although I can understand it, the tone and pronunciation are different from us.

"You came from outside the mountain?"

Hearing this, Xu Jun looked at Qiu Yahan and nodded: "Yes, yes."

"Well, if you want to get out of the mountain, just go through the valley over there."

"Oh, thank you. After leaving the valley, if we want to go to the nearest town, how should we get there?"

"This..." Scratching his head, Fang Xiaoman didn't know how to describe it.

"Forget it, come with me, I'll take you there."

"Hmm? Is that place far away? If you take us there, will it take up a lot of your time?

If it's too far..."

"It's not far, but there's a place in the middle, and you may not be able to get there without someone to take you there.

As for taking up time, it doesn't matter, I have nothing to do at home anyway.

It just so happens that the Qingmu Sword Sect's once-in-a-decade recruitment conference is about to begin. I wanted to go and see it anyway, and it's on the way now."

"Okay, then I'll trouble you, little brother."

"No trouble, no trouble, you wait for me, I'll be back soon."

After Fang Xiaoman finished speaking, he ran to a village not far away.

The village was very small, and it looked like there were not many people.

More than ten minutes later, Fang Xiaoman came out carrying a strange disc-shaped thing.

The disc looked like a watch, but there was no pointer, and there were eight grooves on it, pointing to eight directions.

There is a small black glass bead in the middle, embedded in a round hole at the center of the disk. I don't know what it is used for.

"Little brother, this is..."

"Oh, the wind-fixing disk, I'll need it later."

"Oh, let's go." Xu Jun didn't ask any more questions. After agreeing, he motioned Fang Xiaoman to lead the way.

Fang Xiaoman was not polite either. He carried the wind-fixing disk on his back and walked towards the valley not far away.

On the way, Xu Jun knew Fang Xiaoman's name.

He also knew that the place they were in was called Suifeng Town.

Fang Xiaoman's village was called Anning Village, with only dozens of households.

Fang Xiaoman was an orphan. His parents died in an accident five years ago.

He is seventeen years old and has not yet awakened his spirit. This time he is going to participate in the Qingmu Sword Sect's new member recruitment meeting, hoping to have the opportunity to awaken his spirit and join the sect.

Xu Jun has a general understanding of the background of this world through his conversation with Fang Xiaoman.

Now it can be confirmed that this is not the Giant Tank Star.

A fantasy world, with sects and sword immortals.

But I don't know if this place has anything to do with Jiuyao Xinglu, because Fang Xiaoman has never left Suifeng Town since he was a child.

The farthest place he has been to is Suifeng Town.

He is only familiar with the people and customs of the area around Suifeng Town.

After the three walked out of the valley, there was a dry riverbed in front of them.

Across the riverbed was a plain sandwiched between two mountain ranges.

The terrain was very flat, with lush grass and flying birds, and it looked very lively.

"Do you see this plain in front of you? We call it the Hidden Grassland.

Here, if you don't have a wind-fixing plate, you can't get out of this grassland.

It's easy for people to get lost on this grassland.

You think you are moving forward, but in fact, you have been standing still.

That's why I said that I can't tell you how to get to Suifeng Town.

Because without a wind-fixing plate, you may never get to Suifeng Town in your life."

Oh?

Xu Jun raised his eyebrows when he heard this.

Another ghost wall?

Why do I keep running into this kind of thing recently?

Could this grassland also be related to the Dark Prison?

Xu Jun thought to himself, and after crossing the riverbed and stepping onto the grassland, he knew that he had thought too much.

This grassland is just an ordinary magnetic field disorder.

Fang Xiaoman's so-called wind plate is a simple compass.

You just need to set a direction before entering the grassland, and then always follow the rolling direction of the black round ball in the middle of the wind plate and walk in one direction.

This should be caused by the geomagnetic field, and it should have nothing to do with the Dark Prison.

It took Xu Jun and his team half a day to cross the Hidden Grassland. After walking out of the Hidden Grassland, the view ahead suddenly opened up.

A small road about two meters wide stretched into the distance, with lush trees on both sides of the road.

There were no pedestrians on the road, but there were many small animals.

Some deer, rabbits, and the like, were jumping around on the main road so openly, and it looked like a lively scene.

After seeing those small animals running wild on the main road, Xu Jun suddenly remembered the snow ferret in the Fantasy World Mirror.

It has been staying in the Fantasy World Mirror, and it must be suffocated now, right?

Let it out and let it breathe.

With a thought, he let the snow ferret out.

Looking at the snow ferret that suddenly appeared in front of him, Fang Xiaoman suddenly opened his eyes wide.

"Xu... Brother Xu, you just used the spirit beast bag, right? Are you from the sect?"

"Well, strictly speaking, I am not from the sect, but after all, I do have my own master.

It's just that I am the only one left in my master's sect now."

There were originally two people, but Xiaoyu...

Thinking of Lin Xiaoyu again, Xu Jun was silent for a while.

Fang Xiaoman was very excited when he heard it.

It turns out that the master is by my side.

Brother Xu Jun is actually from the sect, and those who can use the spirit beast bag are definitely not ordinary sect disciples.

Just now, Brother Xu Jun said that he is the only one left in his sect now.

Maybe he is a disciple of an ancient sect.

This is definitely a rare master in the Dharma Ending Age.

No, I must have a good relationship with Brother Xu Jun. If Qingmu Sword Sect doesn't want me, I may beg Brother Xu Jun.

Not to mention that he must accept me as a disciple, even if he only passes on a little bit of ancient heritage to me, I may not have to stay in our small mountain village and live a mediocre life.

Thinking of this, Fang Xiaoman adjusted his face and said: "Brother Xu Jun, let's go. If we keep walking along this road, we can reach Suifeng Town.

If we walk faster, we can get there before dark.

It's getting late now, let's get on the road quickly."