I just want to quietly cultivate a fairy [travel]

The bright red blood smudged gorgeous flowers on the silver-white ground, and the smile on Feng Yuanjiu's lips was even more dazzling than the flowers.

Looking at the cracks in the sky that were gradually closing, Feng Yuanjiu wiped away the remaining blood at the corner of his mouth with his fingers, retracted his gaze, and bowed respectfully towards the direction where Feng Ming's voice was gradually going away.

Keep all the memories in mind.

When the sound of Fengming completely disappeared into the sky, Feng Yuanjiu looked at the purple flower field connecting the sky with his hands behind his back. With one thought, thousands of flowers withered, and with one thought, thousands of flowers blossomed. With one thought, tender buds emerged from the ground, and then grew It has become a tall tree.

Chiyu woke up from a coma, got out of the wooden house in a dizzy state, and saw this scene, then looked at Feng Yuanjiu, unconsciously a little more reverence and restraint in his eyes: "Master."

Feng Yuanjiu looked back, looked at Chiyu with some inquiring eyes, and responded with a slight nod.

Chiyu stood on the platform in front of the wooden house with low eyebrows, sneaking glances at Feng Yuanjiu.

Feng Yuanjiu didn't care about him, and his eyes returned to the sea of ​​flowers that seemed to be swaying in the wind. A group of black plant elves danced gracefully on the waves of purple flowers. speech.

Feng Yuanjiu's eyes were the same, his lips moved, and he silently recited the "Pure Heart Sutra".

The black elf figure on the sea of ​​purple flowers gradually faded away, and finally turned into dots of light and scattered into the blue sky.

However, in just a moment, a larger group of black elves appeared out of thin air, still with that indescribable face, dancing more joyfully with mysterious tracks.

Feng Yuanjiu pursed her lower lip and recited the "Pure Heart Sutra" softly.

The sound like a clear spring hitting a stone carried the sound of the avenue and floated to the dancing grass and tree spirits in the air, and the plant and tree spirits scattered between the heaven and the earth again.

Afterwards, more black plant elves appeared out of thin air with that indescribable face.

Feng Yuanjiu was silent for a moment, and could only let it go for the time being.

After all, if there is an obstacle in the heart, the heart cannot be as calm as water.

With the help of his mother, Jingzhongjing has been successfully refined to his own. More precisely, he should have completed the last step of refining a semi-finished spiritual weapon with the help of [-] characters of real fire.

It turned out that this Fangjing Zhongjing and the Befu left to him by his mother are two parts of a magic weapon, but for some reason they have not been refined into one, but in the end they fulfilled him.

At the moment when the vessel was completed, Feng Yuanjiu had a feeling in his heart, and named this freshly baked portable cave—Xifengtai.

Adding blood essence to the last step of refining will not only make the refined magic weapon more handy, but also make the process of refining and recognizing the master more effective.

Therefore, it has only been 35 years since Qifengtai was completed.

After thoroughly refining Qifeng Terrace, Feng Yuanjiu realized that this world not only has the concentration of inspiration several times that of the outside world, and can change the flow of time at will, but also can see the obstacles of the heart—the vegetation dancing on the sea of ​​purple flowers. The elves are the heart barrier of the realm master.

Obviously, the obstacle he couldn't get rid of right now was the face of the group of plant elves. It seemed that he had to pay back the favor he owed as soon as possible, so as not to turn the obstacle into a demon.

Having stayed in the middle of the realm for more than a year, Feng Yuanjiu took a short rest to heal the hidden wounds in his body, and used secret techniques to cover up his cultivation to the seventh level of Qi refining. With a thought, he left the middle realm.

Qi Fengtai turned into a gleam of light and sank into Feng Yuanjiu's palm. Feng Yuanjiu spread out his palm, and saw a roll of colorful splashed ink painting on the jade-like palm.

In the picture scroll, waves of purple flowers are surging, black grass spirits are dancing with wings made of light, and an exquisite wooden house is hidden among the branches and leaves on a towering ancient tree. With a fluffy tail, it is lying on the window of the wooden house and poking its head.

With a thought in Feng Yuanjiu's mind, the traces of this vibrant ink painting faded away, and turned into a few faint lines printed on the palm, like a few old wounds.

Feng Yuanjiu clasped his palms tightly, and raised his eyes to see the strange bugs that seemed to have no boundaries, which really gave him a headache.

Just as he was wrinkling his eyebrows and thinking hard about the good strategy of "passing through the swarm of insects, the dripping liquid will not stick to the body", the ground shook violently under his feet, and the turbulence became more and more violent, causing the ground to shake and the mountains to shake.

Feng Yuanjiu immediately released the spirit boat selected from the Feng family's secret library, and shot nine middle-grade spirit stones on the front of the boat.

After the spirit boat was lifted into the sky, Feng Yuanjiu stood on the bow of the boat with his hands behind his back, looking down at the mountains and forests as if a dragon turned over.

In the mountain forest, birds flew and animals ran, the towering ancient trees were toppled, and the strange insects that were hanging on the branches fell to the ground, turning into viscous streams and seeping into the turbulent soil.

In the southeast direction, dragons chanted, Feng Yuanjiu frowned and looked into the distance, only to see a water dragon holding the world and looking down on all living beings soaring into the sky, and then a black dragon followed closely.

Boundless Tulang and Mantian Tengman followed closely behind, and in a short while, they snagged off a section of the water dragon's tail, which seemed to keep this dragon and its flood in the Crouching Dragon Abyss.

The broken-tailed water dragon twisted its body, and grabbed Mo Jiao, who seemed to be powerless, and rushed towards the northwest direction—the direction where Feng Yuanjiu was.

Feng Yuanjiu had no intention of participating in this fighting technique which was obviously several realms higher than him, and without thinking, he steered the spirit boat to avoid it.

Unexpectedly, the water dragon seemed to recognize him, and immediately turned its direction.

Feng Yuanjiu hides again.

The water dragon chased again.

Feng Yuanjiu: "..."

Just as he was about to activate the spirit boat, he speeded up again to avoid it, when he heard a voice transmission in his ear: "The spirit boat is good, lend me a loan and return it later."

This voice is as mellow as old wine, beautiful and seductive, with a long aftertaste.

Feng Yuanjiu is no stranger, this is Deng Tuzi, no, it is the voice of Kang Jiaxuanyi, the Tianjiao of the Demon Sect.

Feng Yuan's nine true essences were poured into the magic circle controlling the spirit boat, and the speed of the spirit boat was increased by [-]%: "How can you just borrow it if you want to settle down?"

Kang Xuan laughed, and leisurely transmitted the voice: "If I don't borrow it, I will have to clarify the rumor that 'Kang Xuanyi killed Wan Muchun' when I fall into the hands of Meng Blind and Pan Xiaobailian. The two who followed me would be happy to take the chief culprit to ask your Taiqing Great Elder for credit."

Not necessarily Meng Yan, but Pan Yuchen is very likely to be very happy!

Feng Yuanjiu cursed inwardly for not being a son of man, and once he took away his true energy, he said flatly: "Since it's about the safety of my elder brother, it's just a spirit boat, just take it and use it."

Kang Xuanyi laughed lowly: "To seize the boat two hundred miles ahead, you should first turn off the defensive magic circle on the spirit boat."

"Thank you brother for understanding." Feng Yuanjiu sarcastically said with a half-smile, and shut down the defensive magic circle on the spirit boat to the weakest layer.

Arriving at the place designated by Kang Xuanyi, the water dragon loosened its giant claws, and the bruised Mo Jiao smashed his head towards the spirit boat.

The whole body of the spirit boat was shaken, and in the violent jolt, the weak defensive circle cracked and shattered like a broken eggshell.

Even though Feng Yuanjiu had been prepared for a long time, he almost fell to the ground and damaged his image.

Feng Yuanjiu didn't look at the ink dragon that fell on the deck, but just looked up, and saw a monk in black standing between the two corners of the water dragon's head, it was Kang Xuanyi!

Kang Xuan held a halberd in one hand, and even though he was pursued by two monks, he didn't show any fear on his face, as if he wasn't the one who was in a mess, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was wanton.

Kang Xuan lowered his head and looked at Feng Yuanjiu, the water dragon under his feet suddenly retracted, and fell straight towards the spirit boat, unbiased, just standing beside Feng Yuanjiu, locking Feng Yuanjiu's body brainstorm.

Feng Yuanjiu's expression changed slightly, and he opened his mouth to speak.

However, before he could speak, Kang Xuanyi reached out and grabbed his belt, swung him directly towards the overwhelming earth waves and vine walls!

The still clouds in the sky joined together, and the strong wind filled the stomach.

With Kang Xuanyi's incomprehensible smile lingering in his ear, Feng Yuanjiu looked at the dim yellow and dark green sky that was getting closer, and wished he could pick up his sword and chop Kang Xuanyi into a hundred and eighty yuan!

However, no matter how much you hate, it is useless. Fortunately, it is Meng Yan and Pan Yuchen who chased and killed Kang Xuanyi and Gui Haichen on Taiqing's side!

At the very moment when the vines were falling from the sky, the turbulent earth wave suddenly turned and turned into a solid earth wall, standing between Feng Yuanjiu and the vine waves.

Feng Yuanjiu's tensed heartstrings suddenly loosened, and he called out the shuttle to step on his feet, stabilizing his figure in the air.

The earthen wall stood firmly, Pan Yuchen snorted softly, and withdrew the spell.

As the vines all over the sky receded, I heard Kang Xuanyi's voice fluttering from the sky, with boundless wantonness and publicity: "Thank you for the help of Monastery Master, Kang is very grateful! Hahahaha!"

Feng Yuanjiu: "..." This fellow really deserves a beating.

Meng Yan didn't respond, Shi Shiran withdrew the earth wall that reached the sky.

Pan Yuchen glared at Feng Yuanjiu, and spread his voice tens of thousands of miles with his true energy: "Little friend Kang, since I have inherited the help of my brothers and sisters, why don't you come back and sit down and have a chat, and talk happily? Why are you so panic-stricken like a bereaved dog? ?”

Kang Xuanyi's voice floated from the sky: "This trip has been successful, and I should go back to Wanmoyuan for a rest. His sister-in-law is getting married, and Kang will return to Dongxuan again, and then I will be with the two of you again." Say goodbye!"

Suddenly, the sky was illuminated by flames, and the dragon was trapped in a sea of ​​flames!

Pan Yuchen sneered: "Why wait another day, I think today is a good day!"

"It's an auspicious day, but you two are not good people!" Kang Xuanyi's smiling voice drifted over as the dark clouds flooded the sky, and the voice was faint. It's almost inaudible, "The twisted melon is not sweet after all, so don't force it any more! If you really want Kang, you might as well say hello to Elder Wan on behalf of Kang, and say that Kang has sent him to Wan's family on his behalf." Mu Chun fits the Tao with his body, no thanks!"

No matter how unpopular Wan Muchun was in the Wan family, he was also a member of the Wan family. Kang Xuan's move was tantamount to raising his hand and slapping the Wan family, even Wan Changqing, in the face.

Meng Yan remained silent, but Pan Yuchen's expression was not very good-looking, and he cursed in a low voice: "This son of the Kang family is too arrogant!"

Feng Yuanjiu lowered his eyes, glanced at the scroll in the palm of his hand, there were more black spirits on it.

Sure enough, the most difficult thing to repay is the debt of favor. This old debt is not worth it, but the new debt is exhausting again!

Two paper cranes flew from the sky to Meng Yan and Pan Yuchen.

After reading the news brought by Zhihe, Meng Yan sighed softly: "It's fate."

Pan Yuchen snorted with a gloomy face, turned around and scolded Feng Yuanjiu lightly: "Why are you everywhere? Don't tell me this time is another coincidence!"