Two And A Half Years Of Cultivation, Invincible At Birth

Xu Fang was also emotional. He didn't know whether to say that he was lucky or what to say.

Just passing through here, one can get a clear spring of orange gas without any effort.

Although the Thousand Year Zhi Ling is rare, Xuanshi Continent is vast, and the famous mountains and beautiful waters are countless. If you search hard, you will definitely be able to find it after spending some time.

The people in the outer domain are generous, and if there are a few more waves like this, he doesn't have to go out to find opportunities.

Although this clear spring is below the ninth-level, its grade is high-quality. It is best used to build veins for Fu Xiaoxiao's body.

Thinking of this, a happy smile appeared on his face.

There is still some time before midnight, so he sits on the stone platform in Lotus Position and adjusts the breath calendar.

Seeing that he seemed unwilling to talk more, Cheng Shuang'er walked aside and was in a daze to herself, but in her heart, she was thinking about how to capture Xu Fang's heart.

This kind of person must never let go, and must hold on tightly.

Xu Fang didn't have as many thoughts as hers, but he thought about communicating with the small sword in his belly, and the faint sound of day bursts came from his body.

Since coming to Demon Realm, Xiaojian has become extremely excited, as if returning to the old 25 soil. If he hadn't intentionally suppressed it, Xiaojian might have already flew away through the air.

This sword was bought in Xuanbao Pavilion, could it be related to the Demon Realm?

He knew a lot about the things recorded in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, but nothing is absolute, history is written by the victors, and no one knows what happened that year.

And this small sword linked to the Demon Realm would appear in the Tantai Shangzong, which is really unexpected.

I'm afraid that to unravel the veil of history, it should be a past that is full of holes and I don't want to mention it.

The time was approaching quickly, and Xu Fang's energy had reached its peak. In fact, his Magic power hadn't been consumed much during this journey, and he was spending all his time communicating with Xiaojian.

Once the child's time has passed, the goblins are at their weakest, and it is very easy to pick them at this time.

Now that I have agreed to the other party, I will go to help the other party for a while, and forget about a share of Karma.

Xu Fang stood up and stretched out his robe sleeves, a purple lightning flashed between his eyes.

He stepped out, his robes rustled without wind, and the aura on his body suddenly became unpredictable at this moment.

Seeing him coming out, Cheng Shuang'er said pleasantly, "Senior brother, should we start?"

Xu Fang nodded slightly to her.

Then he stopped talking nonsense, flicked his sleeves, and flew towards a boundary with a gust of wind.

Crucian floating island, viewed from the air, the shape of this small island is like a dorsal fin, so it is called this name by the people here.

At this time, there were four people standing on a land of the island, and not far away was the place where the mushrooms grew, where there were countless streams of soaring spirits that reflected the sky below like 682

A young cultivator with long and narrow eyes and a slightly pointed chin looked at a bit harsh young cultivator, he slowly opened his eyes, looked aside, and said coldly: "Lady Le, what are you waiting for, it's fine if the other party doesn't come ."

Lady Le was about to say something when a middle-aged daoist with slender eyebrows and a stern expression beside him interrupted: "Yan Song fellow daoist, wait until it's time." .”

Hearing this, Yan Song couldn't help but snorted coldly, shook his sleeves and said, "This man has a lot of face, I'll see later what he is capable of.

On the other hand, Mrs. Le remained silent, just staring at Yunkong with a trace of worry in her heart.

If the other party left directly, she would have no way to deal with it, but it shouldn't be like this, Dazong disciples value Xinyi very much.

While she was waiting anxiously, a stream of flames rolled towards her with a torrential heat wave.

With a bang, the flames dissipated, and what caught everyone's eyes was a young cultivator. This person was wearing a black robe, and his face was delicate and plump.

He smiled at Lady Le and said, "Isn't it too late?"

Mrs. Le hurriedly stepped forward to salute, and happily said: "The fellow daoist came at just the right time."

At this moment, a red light descended from the sky, and a beautiful girl in a goose yellow skirt walked out of it.

Then, she obediently stood behind Xu Fang.

Two people came suddenly, the middle-aged Daoist and Yan Ying started to look at them.

Looking at each other's eyes, Xu Fang nodded slightly, as a courtesy.

For this, Yan Song snorted heavily in response.

Xu Fang glanced at him, raised his eyebrows slightly, and didn't say much.

Lady Le stepped forward, smiled at Xu Fang, and introduced to him: "This is Yan Songyan fellow daoist, from Lihuo Island, he is the second disciple of Changyan Daoist."

Then, she looked at the middle-aged Daoist on the left with her beautiful eyes, and said: "This fellow Daoist is named Yi Xiaoming, a native of Changzhou, and he has quite a lot of insight on formation."

Hearing what she said, the middle-aged Daoist stepped aside quickly, cupped his hands and said: "Little Daoer, I can't be praised by Mrs. Le like that.

As he spoke, he also nodded to Xu Fang and put on a kind smile.

Xu Fang responded with a smile.

But Yan Song on the side was upset, he said lightly: "Ms. Le introduced me to the two of us, but why didn't she mention the name of this fellow daoist? Could it be that there is something hidden in it?"

As soon as these words came out, Mrs. Le's face was a little displeased, she obviously didn't have time to say it.

She looked at Gu Zhong, who smiled wryly.

Gu Zhong felt helpless, he knew that Yan Song was aloof, but there was nothing he could do, Zhi Ling would be born soon, it was too late to look for others.

Xu Fang glanced at Yan Song, and said softly: "Xu Fang, from Tantai Shangzong."

What? Hearing this, the two were deeply shocked. They looked at each other at the same time, and both saw the shock in their eyes.

Yan Song's face was a bit ugly, as if he didn't believe it, he turned his eyes to Gu Zhong, who had a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Looking at the expression on the other party's face, he already knew that this person really came from Tantai Shangzong, no wonder he just asked about the other party's identity, this old ghost of 107 ancient clocks hesitated and didn't want to say more, it turned out he was playing sloppy on purpose, wanting to see Make a fool of yourself.

Thinking of this, his expression became even uglier.

Damn! This damn old man is so cheap!

The atmosphere suddenly froze, and Yan Song stood aside silently, which was quite different from the menacing look just now.

Xu Fang looked indifferent, not surprised by this.

There are countless living beings in the world, and who among us is not a genius.

And most of them are just from small sects, or Rogue Cultivators. In front of the big disciples, they don't have any confidence at all.

Seeing the silence in the arena, Yi Daoist hurriedly stepped forward, smoothed things over, and said with a smile: "Since fellow Daoist Xu has come here, I'll start preparing later."

Lady Le nodded slightly, she was silent at the side, she also wanted to use Xu Fang's identity to grind this person's arrogance, now it seems that the other party should have been shocked.

She bowed slightly, looked at everyone, and said sincerely: "Thousand Year's art spirit is a big matter for me. I hope you will stop hiding your clumsiness and do your best. Afterwards, the little girl will definitely not treat you badly."

As she spoke, she looked at Yan Song and said softly, "Brother Yan Dao, if there is any change in the surroundings, I will trouble you."

Hearing this, Yan Song's face softened a little, he took out the Flying Sword with a "swish", a white sharp edge flashed past, and solemnly said: "Song [will not disgrace the mission!"