A piece of verdant veins that spans hundreds of miles, the mountain is steep, like a knife sharpened like a sword, if the dragon is dormant, the momentum is magnificent, majestic and strange.

And in the middle of the mountain range, a lone peak as high as 100 zhang stands on the top of the mountain, standing alone. At a glance of the mountains, with a bird's-eye attitude, proudly independent between heaven and earth.

From the foot of the mountain to the mountainside, at a glance, the vegetation is dense, the mountain flowers are romantic, and a vibrant color, while the peak surrounded by white clouds is sparsely vegetated, strange rocks, and ancient vines are intertwined.

The whole mountain peak looks full of aura, and there is a hint of fairy ethereal.

On the peak, the place that enters the eye is a vast white square, behind the square is built a blue brick and green tile, the majestic Taoist temple, the Taoist temple is full of the slightest aura, and there are four simple seals on the book in front of the door: Qingfeng Taoist Temple.

Behind the Taoist temple is a cliff as high as 100 zhang, and the wind is howling, like a bird.

The Taoist temple was shrouded in a huge magic circle, and a shimmering light shield surrounded the Taoist temple.

Through the magic circle, I occasionally saw one or two disciples in the early stage of qi refining walking around in the Taoist temple.

"Woohoo!"

At this time, I saw a whistling in the air, and several streamers shot out.

"Senior, this is our Qingfeng Dao Temple!" The aura dissipated, revealing Rayong's bearded face.

He pointed to the majestic Taoist temple in front of him and said to Wang An with some pride.

"Well, yes, yes, the mountains are like dragons, and the aura is rolling, this place is indeed suitable for starting a sect. Wang An glanced around and nodded.

Coming to the Taoist temple, Luo Yong's face was cold, and with a pinch of the magic trick in his hand, a milky white mysterious token appeared in his hand, only to see the runes flickering on it, accompanied by surging aura, and fell on the mountain protection array.

"Buzz!"

The magic circle surged, the spiritual light flickered, and there were bursts of buzzing echoes, and a terrifying force that made people's hearts palpitate erupted, and a three-zhang light gate suddenly appeared in front of several people.

"Hehe, your circle is quite extraordinary. Wang An raised his eyebrows and said with some surprise.

"Haha, the seniors' eyes are like torches, the magic circle is the third generation of Taoist temples to invite a Canglan Lingcheng formation master to build it at a great price, after wind and rain, the magic circle still runs freely. Rayong said with a smile.

After Luo Yong finished speaking, a transmission note appeared in his hand, and a flash of inspiration flashed towards the Taoist temple

Fly in.

Wang An, who had been standing on the side with an expressionless face, flashed a hint of color in his eyes when he heard Canglan Lingcheng.

"Woohoo!"

In the blink of an eye, the sound of clothes breaking through the air was heard, and five monks with a foundation of the twelfth floor suddenly appeared in the air.

The leader was in his early fifties, with a serious face, his whole body was full of spiritual pressure, and he was carrying a loose sword, and his eyes flashed with a breathtaking light.

The spiritual pressure on his body was rolling, and he was a monk who had built a twelfth layer of foundation.

"Hahaha, in the one hundred and third generation of the Qingfeng Taoist Temple, the master of Qingsong Dao, welcome a few seniors to visit this temple, if there is any neglect, please also ask the seniors not to blame. Qingsong Daoren smiled and bowed to Wang An and the others, his eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Haha, the viewer is polite, I waited uninvited, and forgot about Haihan. The so-called strong dragon does not suppress the head snake, Wang An also followed and saluted back.

While speaking, Wang An's sleeves flicked, and a terrifying aura of creepy, upside-down hairs flashed.

Several Taoists, mainly the Qingsong Guan Lord, shook their bodies and stood up straight in an instant, and a trace of fear quietly rose from the bottom of their eyes.

"Seniors, please, I'll go and inform the ancestor to leave the customs. Qingsong Daoren, with a little embarrassed smile on his face, said hurriedly.

Wang An nodded, and then said no more.

When they came to the main hall, they sat down, and there were two Qi refining cultivators, carrying a copper kettle to make them spiritual tea.

Gently taking a sip of tea, Wang Anxin moved, the hundred herbs and thousands of flowers worked, and the powerful power of divine consciousness instantly enveloped the Qingfeng Dao Temple.

Under Wang An's divine sense, everything in this Taoist temple was reflected in the sea of consciousness, and Wang An took a closer look, and there were still three monks in the early stage of foundation building in this small Taoist temple who were cultivating in the cave mansion.

In the depths of the Taoist temple, in a gloomy cave, there sat a white-haired old man, surrounded by a trace of cyan halo.

At this time, this person's figure moved, and he suddenly woke up from his deep sleep, and the aura of the fourth layer of Jindan on his body flashed and stirred in the cave.

"Huh?"

This person grabbed the void talisman, and the aura on his body surged, and the next moment his figure disappeared into the cave with a blur.

"Haha, since Daoyou has returned it, why don't you want to show up?"

Wang An, who had been expressionless, quietly put down the teacup and laughed loudly into the void behind the door.

At the same time, Wang An's consciousness moved, and a majestic spiritual pressure fell into the void;

"Uh-huh, haha, in the clouds, I don't know if my friends are coming, I don't know if I'm far away, I hope I'll forgive me. A white-haired old man appeared from the void and looked at Wang An and the others with a look of embarrassment on his face.

"Meet the Ancestor!"

Qingsong and the others built the foundation monks, and when they saw this old man, their faces changed greatly, and they hurriedly bowed.

"I'm just passing through here, so you don't have to worry about it. Wang An glanced at Yun Zhongzi, who was undecided, shook his head and said.

"You guys go down first!" Yun Zhongzi looked on the side, waved his hand to the few foundation building juniors, and sat straight down where Qing Song was just now.

"Haha, Daoist friends have this kind of cultivation at this age, I'm afraid it's from a big sect, right? I don't know what you're doing here!" Yun Zhongzi's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he suddenly said something amazing.

"Daoyou praised it falsely, and the next few people are just a scattered generation. Some time ago, I happened to be lost in the swamp, but fortunately your disciples guided me to get rid of the confusion. Wang An glanced at Yun Zhongzi without being salty.

Xiao Ruo didn't say a word from the two of them, and let Wang An and Yun Zhongzi be hypocritical snakes.

After greeting for a while, Wang An finally stopped talking nonsense with the other party and explained his intention.

His main goal in coming to Qingfeng Temple this time was actually to explore the reality of the Eight Great Spirit Cities.

Hearing that Wang An was so unfamiliar with the Eight Great Spirit Cities, Yun Zhongzi's heart moved, these people couldn't really be casual cultivators.

Although Yun Zhongzi was very curious in his heart, he still told Wang An everything he knew about Canglan Lingcheng.

If you want to enter the Spirit City, you must pay a certain fee, and the price of the cave mansion inside is ridiculously high.

The Lingfeng Xiu Mountain, which is thousands of miles within a radius of Lingcheng, is almost occupied by the sect guarded by the ancestor of the Transformation God, and a non-mainstream force like Qingfeng Guan may not go to Canglan City once for hundreds of years.

Yun Songzi went with his ancestor once, and it was that time that he was exchanged for a knot Jindan, so that he could get lucky to be promoted to Jindan Zhenren.

Speaking of this, Yun Zhongzi sighed, back then, he could exchange for a golden pill with the power of Quanguan, but now Qingfeng Guan is not connected, and there are no resources to exchange for pills.

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