In Sun Tianjun's memory, there is a record of this Dingfeng Bo, after all, the neighbors for so many years, even if Sun Tianjun is at home, he will get to know the people around him.

Dingfeng Bo is evil, a fourth-layer monk of the Dao Foundation, was originally an outer disciple of the Qingyun Sect of the Immortal Dao Sect in the Central Domain, but because of his talent, he got rid of the sect early and came to the Southern Wilderness to seek opportunities.

Later, somehow he became Doji, and married the then lord of the Fengsheng country, who was a woman, and since then has become the worship immortal master of the Fengsheng country, and it has been more than three hundred years.

He has at least three magic weapons on his body, a wind bead, a colorful fan, and an octagonal wing, each with miraculous effects.

"Feng Daoyou, I know that I am coming to visit, why do you close the door and don't see me?"

Outside the Adverse Wind Valley, above a cloud head, Chen Ziang was looking at the Adverse Wind Valley.

A tuyere was naturally formed here, driven by the formation of the storm and evil, forming this stormy wind and waves that spread for dozens of miles, isolating the prying eyes of the divine sense.

However, this formation is not very good on the table, as long as Chen Ziang is willing, it can be easily broken.

However, this is also normal, after all, not everyone has the complete inheritance of a formation rune sect like him.

"Sword Monarch Daoyou has been friends with me for many years and has a deep friendship, if he leaves, how can he not say a word to me? besides, I have never heard him mention Your Excellency's life?"

A loud voice rose in the valley, the wind became more and more poignant, sharp piercing the eardrums, and the wind antelope beside him snorted even more, and blood began to ooze outward from the ear.

"Don't laugh at Feng Daoyou, Sword Monarch Dao Friend has a cold temperament, there are only two or three friends, but he will never have any deep friendship with Your Excellency. ”

Chen Ziang waved his hand, and at the same time, Xiangyun was wrapped in a cloud and stopped the sound wave, so as not to kill the wind antelope beside him on the spot.

"Hmph, I think you are an evil cultivator, you have taken the cave of the Sword Monarch Daoyou, take my spell first!"

The people in the valley shouted, and the wind below rose, and the whirling wind suddenly rose under the unknown force, like a monstrous wave, covering the sky, and roaring with a strong wind, pressing towards Chen Ziang.

In the midst of the raging wind, the gale raged wildly, cutting everything, and there was a white expanse in front of him, which also made the wind antelope who had just come back to his senses pale, and his eyes were full of despair.

"The colorful fan of the long-smelling wind Taoist friend has the ability to control the wind, and it is powerful, and it is really amazing to see it today!"

Chen Ziang was not in a hurry, his mouth did not stop, his voice was soft, but he was not suppressed by the sound of the howling wind, he pointed forward with one hand, and an embroidery needle immediately jumped out of the dantian, rising in the wind, and turned into a pitch-black stick.

The stick was pointed forward, and the wind and waves that covered the sky immediately stopped, and together with the light, Chen Ziang had already broken through the layers of wind and waves and appeared above the canyon.

Zhenyuan Trapped Dragon Pile has the ability to suppress aura, and now Chen Ziang's Qi Tian stick weighs more than 20,000 catties, and in front of it, there are not many things that can not be broken.

"Good magic weapon, good kung fu!"

As soon as the wind was relented, Gu Nei opened his mouth to exclaim, Chen Ziang's magic weapon was obviously not only able to suppress the hurricane, but also the extremely fast body method that broke through the wind and waves in an instant, which made him have to be amazed.

As soon as the words fell, a crack suddenly opened in the wind and waves below, and two young men, a man and a woman, walked out on the wind.

"Immortal Master, Ancestor invites you to enter the mansion!"

The man bowed to Chen Zi, and when his eyes fell on Feng Ling, he was still full of concern.

"Please lead the way. ”

Chen Ziang nodded, knowing that this was a test of passing the storm and evil, proving that Chen Ziang and him had the capital to have equal fellowship.

The formation here is so rudimentary, it can only be useful for people who have just advanced to the Dao Foundation, so it is common for immortal masters to enter other people's caves as guests, and they will not choose another address because they are worried about the other party's assassination.

In the midst of the fierce wind that spread for dozens of miles, there was a dark yellow mountain, several acres in size, hundreds of zhang high, suppressed in the middle of the valley without moving.

At the top of the hill is a huge orb, which spins and emits waves of wind and waves, and the wind in the valley never stops.

"Such a big brass mountain, the wind is friendly and big!"

Although he had seen it from Sun Tianjun's memory, it was also very amazing that all of the small peaks of such a big fight were made of refined brass, even for Daoji monks, this was a lot of wealth.

"This is what the ancestor dug out of a mine thousands of miles away more than 200 years ago, and it took several years to move it over, and then carefully refined the impurities in it, so that it has what it is today. ”

The man among the young people raised his head proudly, and looked at Chen Ziang with a faint hostility in his eyes.

He is the son of the wind antelope, and he has been learning art since he was a child, and he is now a cultivator in the middle of the congenital stage. Seeing that his father was injured, he was a little hostile to Chen Ziang, but it was not me who injured your father, Chen Ziang secretly cried out in his heart.

The woman beside him was an evil apprentice, not very old, but she had already cultivated in the late stage of congenital life, this was a genius of cultivation, not a person from the country of wind and earth.

At the beginning, Sun Tianjun was greedy for a long time, and he thought about asking her to be cultivated by his own junior brothers and sisters, as the successor of the Mixed Yuan Sect.

"Indeed!"

Nodding, the group has come to the foot of the copper mountain, in front of a copper door, the relief carvings on the two copper doors are the strange beast flying eagles of the Fengsheng country.

"Squeaky ......"

The copper door is windless and automatic, open straight to both sides, step in, a golden and brilliant realm in front of you, the seat bench, the carved escalator, the small bridge and pavilion, all are golden color.

In this golden, there was a man in Xuanyi standing not far away, holding a fan in one hand, bowing to Chen Zi from afar.

"Chen Daoyou, I was offended just now, and the turmoil was rude!"

The man's image is clear, his demeanor is timeless, his eyes are like gods, his body is slender and powerful, and there is a faint smile on his face, which makes people can't help but be close, which does not match his troubled name.

"It's okay, my neighbor who has been my house for many years suddenly disappeared, and the original house has changed owners, and I will mumble in my heart if I change it. ”

Chen Ziang smiled lightly and waved his hand.

"Haha...... Come, prepare for the banquet, I want to entertain the guests. ”

The storm laughed evilly, clapped his hands lightly, and a group of paper figures moved one after another, serving tea and pouring water, cooking in pots, moving tables, chairs and benches, neatly turning this courtyard into a banquet.

"It's a good thing, but it's hurtful. ”

Chen Zi raised his eyebrows, and with his eyesight, he could naturally see that these paper figures were all cultivators who used the souls of living people to cast spells on the rune paper, and looking at this action, I am afraid that they were also engaged in these industries before their deaths.

"This is the handiwork of the Huixian League, and it is said that it is refined with the souls of the condemned prisoners, which is equivalent to extending their lives. The price is not expensive, it is convenient to use, it has been very popular among immortal masters in recent decades, and a few years ago I went to the assembly in exchange for a set. ”

Feng Bo's evil eyes moved slightly, and he explained. As for whether it is really refined with the soul of a prisoner, for them, few people will really care.

The Southern Wilderness is vast, although most of them are scattered cultivators, but there are also some large sect organizations, and the Huixian Alliance is the largest scattered cultivation alliance among them, and its power covers most of the wilderness.

The leader of the alliance is said to be a high-grade Jindan who is expected to be a primordial god, but this organization is relatively scattered and good at doing business, and it is far less cohesive than the other sects.

"It's that I'm rare and weird!"

Chen Ziang swept away the sadness in his heart and sat down under the greeting of the other party.

The wine and food were served, the guests were happy, and the turmoil and bad words between the conversations also tested Chen Ziang's origin, and he was perfunctory with his casual cultivation adventures.

"The son of the lord of Zhongqu killed the son of the lord of your country by mistake, and it is reasonable for the lord of your country to take revenge. But the people of the two countries are innocent, and I see that the lord of Zhongqu is also sincerely apologizing and willing to make compensation, so I am here to make peace and see how I can not fight with swords. ”

In addition to getting to know your neighbors, you can't forget about business.

"Daoist friends don't know, our current lord has only one son, and when he dies, he will shake the foundation of the country!"

Feng Bo Evil shook his head slowly.

"The lord of the country has no children, but he still has brothers, and brothers also have children, so it should be okay to pass or give up to his younger brother, right?"

Chen Ziang looked sideways at the wind antelope father and son over there, with a long meaning in his eyes.

The storm on the opposite side straightened his back, sat upright, and gently patted his palm with a folding fan in one hand, looking pensive.

After half a ring, he looked at Chen Ziang and said: "Since Daoyou said so, if you meet for the first time, you will buy a face for Daoyou in the next place, and let the lord of Zhongqu show his sincerity, so that this matter will be dismissed, how about it?"

Sincerity is naturally gold and silver wealth, and this is also the way it should be.

"Thank you Feng Daoyou! I owe you a favor, I toast you!"

Chen Ziang didn't expect the other party to speak so well, and the words he had prepared were swallowed back in his stomach, and he raised the wine cup in his hand and saluted from afar.

"You're welcome, you're welcome!"

The two of them drank it all, and the storm immediately spoke.

"Actually, there is also an invitation to the next thing, I don't know if you are interested?"

Chen Ziang was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart, no wonder he promised so happily just now, it turned out that he was waiting for himself here.