Fang Yan sensed everyone's gaze, and he didn't care, in fact, it wasn't that Fang Yan himself found out something that others didn't know, although his divine sense was strong, it was impossible to be stronger than the Yuanying Monk present, the Yuanying Monk didn't find out the origin of this thing, how could a Jindan monk in Fang Yan find out. Bubble book. Bar*

Of course, Fang Yan is not a person who arbitrarily exchanges the demon beast soul for useless things, Fang Yan has refined a demon beast soul, and the energy contained in it is naturally clear, although it almost made an oolong just now, but this did not change Fang Yan's opinion on this jade rune.

What made Fang Yan make a decision was a thing in his Qiankun pot, which had just suddenly fluctuated, and this thing was the sticky mass that Fang Yan had taken when he returned to the cultivation realm.

This lump of sticky dialect has always been unknown, dialect has thought of all kinds of ways to figure out the origin of this mass of things, and has asked others, but no one can say one, two, three, over time, it is just a strange object has been thrown in the Qiankun pot without care.

But I didn't expect that here, this mass of sticky things that were not afraid of spell attacks and were not afraid of real fire had moved, and the items in the passage of the two realms, the dialect had never been underestimated, and it was finally possible to react, so how could they miss it.

However, this is definitely not a good place to study, and after putting this jade talisman into the Qiankun Pot, Fang Yan continued to stand behind the Nine Illusions True Person, admiring the high-end items around him.

It is no different from his apprentice organization, after the treasure appreciation conference, even Feizi also prepared a lot of spirit fruit spirit wine to entertain everyone, of course, the grade is much higher, and the dialect does not even dare to eat more, he already feels that the aura in his body is about to burst out, and good things are not something that anyone can enjoy.

The discussion of the Yuanying monk was not as casual as that of the Jindan monk, and after listening to it for a long time, the dialect realized that this treasure appreciation meeting was only one day, why did these Yuanying monks spend a few days or even ten days to gather here, and the exchange of feelings after the meeting was the main thing.

Cultivation is a way to cultivate hard, but it is difficult to achieve great results in closed-door penance, even if the same sect and brothers communicate with each other, there are all kinds of inconsistencies, each sect, and even casual cultivation have their own strengths, and it is essential to communicate with peers in the outside world, and learn from each other's strengths.

Everyone's discussion did not avoid Brother Jindan, after all, what they could bring was what they could bring to increase their knowledge, and everyone was talking, no one would take out the things at the bottom of their box, and they were not afraid that others would listen to it.

This has already made the dialect overjoyed, and there is no specific content for everyone to talk about, cultivation, alchemy, refining, and talisman making are almost what they want to say, and from time to time there will be a sound of debate, listening to everyone's discussions, from time to time, you will feel that you have penetrated a little bit of cultivation again.

Every Yuanying Great Monk has his own things that he is good at, not that Brother Nine Illusions, Old Man, and Brother Xing didn't guide him well before, but there are many things, Fang Yan is in it, and he didn't think to ask for advice at all, only when he heard others talk, he found that he could improve a lot, if it weren't for this, Fang Yan couldn't wait to test it immediately to verify the words of several Yuan Ying seniors.

The time passed quickly, and the dialect had not yet been felt, and seven days had passed, and several Yuanying Grand Monks all stood up with satisfaction and left.

In the end, only the Nine Illusions True Person, Fufeng Po, and the owner of this place, Lian Feizi Daoren, were left.

Seeing Brother Nine Illusions get up, Fang Yan also stood up, but heard the old brother's words: "Fang Yan, it will take a while for the old brother to go back, how about you stay on this white moth island for a few days first?"

"Brother still has something to do?"

"Well, Lian Feizi Daoyou invited me to a place, but it is not suitable for you. ”

It turns out that this is the case, Fang Yan thought about it for a while, he didn't know the road when he came, and if he returned, he didn't have this concern, listening to the meaning of the Nine Illusion Brother, he must be going to explore a high-level cave or something like that, and it is not certain when he will come back, although this Lian Feizi and the Nine Illusion Brother seem to have a good relationship, but it is inconvenient for him to stay here, just two days ago, I remembered to go to see the two of the Blood Black Tiger, and on the way back, I can turn the corner.

"Brother, if you have something to do, you can get busy first, I won't stay here, it just so happens that I have something to go. ”

After listening to Fang Yan's words, the Nine Illusions Zhenren also thought about it a little, he was a little embarrassed that this kind of thing happened, he brought it out himself, but he couldn't bring it back, but thinking of Fang Yan's streamer wings, coupled with his various means, as long as it didn't provoke Yuanying Monk, there wouldn't be any big trouble.

"Okay, in that case, it's okay for you to go back, take it, this is a talisman treasure, just in case. The Nine Illusions True Man said and took out a jade talisman and handed it to Fang Yan, and the fluctuations on it showed that it was refined by the Yuanying Cultivator.

Yuanying Rune Bao is a good thing, equivalent to half a Yuanying monk, and you don't have to think about your own mana, as long as you push it a little, it can work, such a good thing, how can the dialect shirk.

Lian Feizi was a little puzzled that the Nine Illusions real people attached so much importance to dialects, but he still arranged for his disciple Lin Yuntian to send dialects out of the island.

"Yan Daoyou, there will be a period later. ”

"Lin Daoyou, there will be a period later, please go back. ”

After saying goodbye, the dialect took off the sword and fled into the distance, and after leaving the white moth island for thousands of miles, the dialect sacrificed a streamer wing, and a streamer flashed, and the dialect had reached a million miles away.

Fang Yan took out a jade talisman, his divine sense probed into it, determined his position, and after a slight adjustment, another streamer flashed.

Yueming Mountain, even an insignificant hill in its mountain range, even the name is recent, the surrounding 100,000 miles are inaccessible wilderness, lack of aura, not to mention monks, even demon beasts There are not a few, let alone mortals.

In the belly of this wilderness-like moonlight mountain, there is a hollow cave mansion, the outside is desolate, but here it is full of life, a mountain spring water gushes out from the ground, around the spring, flowers and trees fill half of the space, and there are many small birds flying in it, chirping, very pleasant to the ear, but they are all low-level spirit beasts and spirit grass, only a faint aura in it.

On the side of the cave, after a formation, there is a secret room, this is the place where the aura is strong, there is a monk who is meditating and cultivating, and a stream of pure aura slowly seeps out from the ground where he is sitting cross-legged, and enters his body along the trick, with the flow of mana in the body, a blood-colored figure transforms out, standing above the person's head, revealing bursts of evil qi, indescribable ferocity.

Not far from this secret room, there is also a grotto, which is not covered, but it is shrouded in a black mist, in which the situation is not clear, only vaguely can be seen that there is also a figure in it, the black fog keeps rolling, like a fierce beast roaring.

Suddenly, the movement in the two chambers stopped, and in an instant, two figures flashed out.

"Black Tiger, the boy with the dialect is here. ”

"That's right, you also received it, go, go out to meet this kid, last time you said he was very good, comparable to you and me, I want to see what level this kid has reached. ”

It turned out that this was the place where the Blood Great Black Tiger had found to cultivate, and who were these two people who were not the Blood Spirit Heavenly Black Tiger.

"Haha, Brother Fang, take my punch. As soon as he came out of the cave, the black tiger saw the dialect in the air, laughed loudly, but showed no mercy in his hand, and attacked the dialect with a heavy punch.

Fang Yan, who had just flown away, sensed the intention of the black tiger, Fang Yan smiled slightly, did not avoid it, and raised his fist to face the black tiger.

With a bang, the fists of the two slammed together, and a wave quickly spread out in all directions, and the surrounding clouds scattered and disappeared in an instant, and the heavenly trees within hundreds of zhang of the ground below were all clicked and broken under this impact.

After a blow, the two figures were instantly flying in two directions, and it took dozens of feet to stop.

After retreating, the black tiger secretly circulated mana and ran in a circle, recovered his right arm, which was a little numb, and flew towards the two people in the air: "Brother Fang, it's not bad, no wonder you can be at ease under the wanted of several major sects." ”

"Brother Black Tiger, I have no choice but to fight back, if they didn't take the initiative to recruit me, I fought back, but I am a sect, so I can't afford to lose. ”

"Okay, don't talk about this, go to my brother's cave to see, it's better than yours. The blood on the side pulled the dialect and fled towards the moon Ming Mountain.

The three of them escaped underground, and then after a burst of spatial fluctuations, Fang Yan saw the cave where the two of them were cultivating in the Blood Great Black Tiger.

"Blood Boss, is this what you are talking about?" Fang Yan looked at the situation in front of him with some surprise, this aura is stronger than this place even if it is the Heavenly Ghost Ruins.

"Haha, just follow me and you'll know. Blood laughed and led Fang Yan towards the secret room where he had just cultivated.

"Well, it's almost the same here, huh? It's a rare metallic aura, the two bosses, I'm afraid they can't stand the washing of this aura. After Fang Yan entered the secret room, he realized that there was still heaven and earth in the cave, and this was the real cave.

"That's right, this aura is extremely pure, even in the late stage of Jindan, the meridians may not be able to withstand his continuous washing, but the two of us take turns to cultivate, and it's just right. Black Tiger said on the side.

"Yes, this Locked Spirit Array outside is wonderful, the monk can easily pass through, but the aura is difficult to show, not bad. ”

After looking around for a while, the three of them finally sat down.

Fang Yan stopped laughing and asked, "Blood Boss, Brother Black Tiger, I think you two seem to have been injured for a long time?"

When they first met, Fang Yan saw that there was something wrong with the two of them, but it wasn't serious, but it took a little longer.

"Brother's eyes are poisonous enough, but it's nothing, we're both about to recover, and I blame this golden aura, if there were other auras in this cave, it should have been fine, as for this injury, let the blood boss tell you." After the black tiger said a few words, he still pushed the matter to the blood giant.

"Brother Fang, remember the evil array I mentioned last time. ”