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Chapter 30 Refining Jiao Fu Huangquan Diagram [For further reading, for everything! 】

"Brother, how can we enter the Feathering Immortal Sect?"

After being excited for a while, Fang Han finally calmed down.

This is a fairy gate!

The art of teaching people to become immortals!

Even if you think about it with your toes, you know it's hard to get in.

The two brothers got the relic of the dead ghost Bai Haichan, and they could only barely embark on the road of cultivation.

Without follow-up exercises and supernatural powers, it is undoubtedly a dream to go further.

The fairy gate is different, at least there will be a master to teach how to practice, right?
Is it so easy for people to enter this kind of place?
"As far as I know, the Feather Gate is the closest to us, and the other fairy gates are farther away!"

"As for the Yuhuamen's recruitment of disciples, they have always recruited the children of princes, nobles, officials and powerful officials from nearby dynasties."

"Slaves like me, or even ordinary people, are not qualified to contact existences of this level."

"So, after thinking about it, we can't leave the Fang family!"

Fang Chen's eyes sparkled, and he spoke with certainty, and said in a deep voice: "Relying on Fang Qingxue, the eldest lady of the Fang family, to enter the Feathering Immortal Gate is the only way!"

"So that's what the big brother said!"

Fang Han couldn't help but suddenly understood, and soon understood.

Afterwards, he hesitated again: "However, why did Miss Fang bring us into the Immortal Gate?"

"The Fang family has many disciples, no matter what, it's not our brother's turn, right?"

Even if Miss Fang's family becomes a true disciple of the Yuhua Sect, she is still only a disciple, not the head of the sect.

How could she lead people into the door so easily?Where does the qualification come from?

Even if there is a quota of disciples, it's not the turn of the two brothers, right?

There are thousands of Fang family disciples, no matter how incompetent they are, they are stronger than the two brothers, right?

No matter what he thought, Fang Han couldn't figure it out, where did his eldest brother get the confidence!

"Um"

Fang Chen nodded.

"Normally speaking, the quota of disciples definitely doesn't have the share of the two of us!"

"But what if in an unusual way?"

"You know, whether it is the eldest lady of the Fang family or the other disciples of the Fang family, they are all young masters and misses who do not touch the spring water with their hands, and do not work hard in the four bodies!"

"Even if they go to the Yuhuamen, they must be served by someone, right? They must take someone with them, right?"

"So, we can only enter the Ascension Gate as a subordinate!"

"Xiaohan, this is the only chance for us brothers, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

Patting Fang Han on the shoulder, Fang Chenyu said earnestly: "If you miss this time, you don't know when you will have to wait for the next time!"

"Brother, I know the seriousness, and I won't play petty temper."

Fang Han nodded heavily, because his brother was afraid that he would not be able to accept this statement.

After listening to his brother's words, he knew that what his brother said was right.

The status of a domestic slave is sometimes a shackle on the road of life, but sometimes it can also bring some convenience.

"Brother, did you take out this picture?"

After a pause, Fang Han asked, pointing to the picture of Jiaofu Huangquan on the table.

"Aren't I the seventh level of the advanced physical body? I just want to try to refine it and see if I can refine this treasure!"

Hearing this, Fang Chen replied calmly: "It's just that, after all, this picture is shared by the two of us, not me alone!"

"According to the dead ghost, this picture was made by the Emperor of the Underworld in the past, so it must be a big deal!"

"I can't be selfish and secretly possess by myself, Xiaohan, you know what I mean!"

Before, Fang Chen was still wondering whether to refine it first.

But now my brother is back.

That's even better, bring this up aboveboard and see what he thinks.

"That's right, brother, your strength has improved so much now, maybe you can refine this ancient map!"

Fang Han didn't think much about it, and said happily, "Brother, give it a try and see if you can refine it!"

He didn't know that his brother's mind was not pure, but he just wanted to test his attitude.

"Xiaohan, you have to think about it!"

Fang Chen's heart softened, but he still persuaded: "I heard that once the magic weapon is refined, it will be completely owned by him."

"If I can really refine this ancient map, it will be mine alone!"

"It's unfair to you to do this!"

Fang Chen felt that it was still necessary to explain the matter clearly so that the two brothers would not have any suspicions in the future.

"Brother, you're out of your league! You gave me the Nine-Aperture Golden Pill, so this ancient picture will belong to you!"

Fang Han shook his head, and said indifferently: "Besides, this picture is considered to be refined by my brother. When I want to borrow it, brother, will you disagree?"

"How can the relationship between our two brothers be controlled by a mere dead thing?"

He didn't know the grade of Jiaofu Huangquantu, even if he knew, he didn't care.

In his heart, the importance of his elder brother is comparable to a mere magic weapon?
"Okay, Xiaohan, if you say that, if I get entangled again, I will appear hypocritical!"

Fang Chen nodded, and accepted it as soon as it was good.

"That's right, brother, try it quickly and see what kind of treasure this ancient picture is?"

Fang Han grinned, and kept urging.

"Okay, I'll try it!"

Fang Chen nodded, his right hand pointed like a sword, and slashed across the palm of his left hand, and blood immediately overflowed.

He hastily dripped blood on the picture of Jiaofu Huangquan on the table, and the wound healed quickly.

The next moment, something miraculous happened.

The ancient picture on the table was like a sponge, absorbing Fang Chen's blood.

Moreover, it can be seen with the naked eye that there are layers of waves on the Huangquan River drawn in the picture.

"Brother, look, it's glowing!"

Pointing to the ancient map with a slightly khaki-yellow light, Fang Han said excitedly.

"Well, brother saw it!"

Fang Chen was very excited, staring at the map of Jiaofu Huangquan.

After a while, he felt that his soul seemed to have a flesh and blood connection with Jiaofu Huangquantu.

Suddenly, Fang Chen felt his eyes go dark, and came to another place.

He quickly realized that it was his divine sense that had come to the inside of Huangquan River.

Looking around, it was a dark space.

Surrounded by earthy yellow, all are rolling waves, and the spirit is swimming freely in the Huangquan River.

Other than that, nothing else.

"Yes, Yan was seriously injured back then, but it was not so easy to recover!"

Turning the space around, Fang Chen didn't find the so-called Qiling, so he reacted immediately.

At that time, Emperor Huangquan sealed the sacred river Huangquan River in the underground abyss with his supreme magic power.

Then refine the spirit of the dragon vein into a weapon spirit, that is, Yan.

It's just that, right now, there is only endless spring water, and Qi Lingyan is nowhere to be seen.

When the Yellow Spring Emperor ascended to the Immortal Realm, he was killed by the Heavenly Court with the 33-day fortune treasure, and the Jiaofu Huangquan Tu was knocked down because of this.

Not only that, Qi Lingyan also fell into a deep sleep and would not wake up easily.

The Huangquan River in front of me is a void of its own, a small cave-like space.

And Yan is the spirit of the dragon vein of Huangquan River.

(End of this chapter)