Too ruthless, I will become a group favorite in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 70 Mu Tianyun

Once the white-haired old man left, it took him a whole cup of tea.

The crowd was dissatisfied, "Why don't you come down?"

Fang Ling at the gate of the pagoda closed his eyes, holding the ball and waiting quietly. From Mu Anran's angle, he could only feel that his back was silent and lonely.

"Wait! You guys are dying! Can't you realize that the one just now is at least a Nascent Soul True Monarch!"

"What! Zhenjun Yuanying! Is Tiandu Xiancheng crazy! Let Zhenjun Yuanying guard the gate!"

Someone said sourly, "What's so strange about this, in their eyes, they might not be qualified without a Nascent Soul!"

In this way, they are even more unwilling to give up the excitement.

Maybe they also have a chance to make friends with big shots?
Mu Angran stared at Fang Ling for a while, and couldn't help sighing.

Really persistent.

Wouldn't it be more painful to be disappointed?

"The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment?" Mu Anran muttered.

If Fang Ling felt something, he looked with his eyes and landed on Mu Anran accurately.

It was strange that with so many people standing together, he saw Mu Anran at a glance.

Mu Anran's eyes widened, and he noticed Fang Ling's gaze.

What are you looking at her all of a sudden?
Fang Ling looked at her and frowned suddenly.

It's the guy who lives next door.

Fang Ling felt inexplicably disgusted.

He seldom does this, but he just feels that wood is not in his eye.

Thinking of this, Fang Ling looked back in disgust.

Woody, "..."

Don't think she didn't see the disgust in his eyes!
It's also just watching the fun, why is she disgusted by him?
baffling!

But fortunately, before Mu Anran could think about it, there was movement at the entrance of the tower.

First, the Yuanying Zhenjun named Yan Ying came out, and the old god said, "Get ready, my son will come down to see you in person."

Fang Ling tensed his muscles.

Mu An cheered up.

First, the hem of the clothes appeared in the sun, and then the whole person.

Mu Anran frowned.

Even though the weather was still cold, the man was wearing thin clothes. He was wearing a green shirt. His skin was fair, and the forehead ornament was on his forehead like a green leaf, which made him look more delicate and tender.

"..." Mu Anran had a strange expression on his face.

A young man, handsome, even part of the hair is green.

When a pair of eyes were raised, Mu Anran felt inexplicably familiar, but the eyes were not impetuous at all, looking very gentle.

Mu An let out a breath.

I didn't expect to see such a novel hairstyle, that color, that style, just like highlighting.

The young man with the dyed hair on his head paused and smiled, "This instrument master is very talented, don't you know his name?"

"Fang Ling."

"Fang Ling." The young man played with the ball for a while, input a little spiritual power to see the effect, and the more he looked at it, the more he couldn't put it down.
Mu Anran heard the crowd whispering, "What a pure spiritual root."

"Such pure wood-type aura, it can't be..."

Mu Anran's eyes moved.

The young man liked Fang Ling more and more, "Would you like to go back to the Celestial City with me?"

He is very confident.

Obviously, he didn't think anyone would refuse the offer from Tiandu Xiancheng.

Fang Ling was silent for a while, then said, "This bead is not yours yet, and I'm not going to any Heavenly Capital Fairy City."

The young man froze, "Oh? Then what do you want?"

"I've come here only to ask for an answer. If you can answer me, this bead is yours."

"what is the answer?"

Fang Ling looked down at the young man, and the young man hid his displeasure in his heart, "What? Can't we say it here?"

Fang Ling said slowly, "A talented alchemist, at first, there was only a black spot on the medicine he trained, but later the black spot became bigger and bigger, and the alchemist died suddenly."

The young man frowned, "What's your problem?"

Fang Ling took a deep breath, "My question is...why did the alchemist lose his soul?"

The young man frowned, "What am I supposed to be?" He said briskly, "The alchemist has gone mad."

Mu Angran saw that Fang Ling's fists were getting tighter, "He didn't!"

The young man laughed, "There are flaws in the pill, and then it died suddenly. Isn't this just madness?"

"How can you go so mad that you don't have any soul left!"

"There are no such examples, why are you so sure?"

Mu Anran changed his angle and saw Fang Ling's eyes were red.

"The premise is that the alchemist is open-minded and has done a lot of good things in his life. He has never offended anyone or failed anyone. It is impossible for him to go crazy!"

The young man was helpless, "This weapon master knows people, faces but not heart, how do you know..."

"Bring it!"

Fang Ling stretched out his palm and said in a deep voice, "You don't know the answer! Give me back the beads!"

"..."

The atmosphere suddenly became silent.

The eyes of the crowd were weird, they were shocked by Fang Ling's boldness, but they couldn't help but stare at the young man.

The young man showed a smile, "This craftsman, do you think that my son is rare for this bead?"

Did he come down for this bead?He came down to see Fang Ling for the sake of the person who could cultivate this bead.

What about the result?
So ignorant.

The young man sneered, returned the beads to Fang Ling, and asked, "Shouyun Pagoda is my territory, why are you standing on my territory? With my permission?"

"..."

The crowd backed away immediately, and Mu Anran even heard someone sighing, "As expected of people from the Immortal City of Tiandu, if they were humiliated like this, they wouldn't be them."

"Yeah, the Fang Qi master really doesn't know how to adapt, and is too rigid."

"What do you want?" Fang Ling asked.

"What can I do?" The young man looked up at Fang Ling indifferently, "Have you ever said that what I hate the most is looking up at others."

"Yan Ying!"

Zhenjun Yan Ying slowly came to Fang Ling, his hunched figure was in front of Fang Ling, but his momentum was not lost at all.

He said sharply, "Juniors should do what juniors do. I wasn't as arrogant as you when I was Jindan."

"..." Fang Ling looked at him, "If he insults my friend, he deserves to die."

With this sound, the situation became even more difficult.

The young man's face was ugly, and he brushed his long green hair, "Yan Ying! I'm going up to see the scenery! You can solve it here!"

With that said, he was about to turn around and go in.

Mu Anran tilted his head to watch this scene.

It is not known whether Fang Ling will be beaten or killed.

It's okay to be beaten up, but if she is killed, wouldn't her story be gone?
Thinking of this, she sighed.

so troublesome.

Mu Anran put his hand to his mouth and shouted, "Mu Tianyun!"

The young man froze and turned sharply to look.

"Yan Ying! Who dares to call me by my first name!"

The crowd hastily moved away from Mu Anran.

Yan Ying paused, and said uncertainly, "Master, it seems to be Miss."

"..."

"She's really guarding Yuncheng!" Mu Tianyun jumped up and slapped Yan Ying's head hard, "Why did you tell me!"

Yan Ying covered her head and said in a low voice, "I dare not admit it."

Mu Tianyun took a closer look, saw the familiar face clearly, and froze again.

I really dare not admit it, those eyes are very playful, not half as dull as before.

What the hell, the loss of soul disease is really cured!
So the crowd saw the big man showing a smiling face in a blink of an eye, and walked towards them like a spring breeze.

"Oh, sister Anran! Why are you here? Why didn't you tell brother!"

(End of this chapter)