Taoist Fang Xian

Chapter 333

Standing outside the mountain, the two people have been walking in the misty smoke.

Look left and right.

All I could see were hazy mountains everywhere, and every mountain was shrouded in thin white clouds.

It looks very ethereal.

Seeing Fang Xin flying freely and freely near the mountain, Xuan Cheng, who was lying on his shoulder, said lazily:
"I said Yao Dao, how about the two of us go like this?"

"They are holding a conference after all."

"When Wuchenzi came to see you, he gave you a basket of apricots, and you just left empty-handed?"

Hearing what Xuan Cheng said, Fang Xin couldn't help but roll her eyes at him, then reached out and patted his head:
"Xiao Po Xing, you are still eating so happily."

"That apricot root contains the energy of wind and thunder. That apricot tree dates back to ancient times and is very famous."

Hearing what Fang Xin said, Xuan Cheng couldn't help but roll his eyes at him, and then continued:
"Just get a piece of grass on the ground. It dates back to ancient times. It is also a famous ancient spiritual root in legends."

"What's more, it contains the energy of wind and thunder."

"When you take a bite, there is no spiritual energy inside. It just tastes a little better than ordinary fruit."

"If it weren't for the numbness in my mouth after taking a bite of this apricot, I wouldn't even bother to eat it."

Seeing Xuan Cheng's expression, he was so honored that this thing entered my mouth, Fang Xin couldn't help but laugh:

"Hahahaha... You told me earlier that you wanted that feeling. Even though I have average magical powers, I also know a few grenades."

"Wouldn't it be over if I just give you a few electric shocks?"

Seeing Fang Xin's joking expression, Xuan Cheng turned his head away and ignored him.

Is that what you call Lefa?

If I were to shock you, your life would probably be lost.

Seeing that Xuan Cheng was no longer willing to talk to him, Fang Xin walked step by step on the clouds.

He didn't seem surprised at all.

In a short time, he had crossed the outer mountainous area and walked towards the mountainous area similar to where the Sky Tower is located.

Don't say it yet.

As he got closer and closer, he saw more practitioners on the road.

Although the magical powers of each of these practitioners are not very powerful, some of them are only in the realm of sorcerers.

But each of them is very chic.

I only saw the old man with white hair in front. Not only was he dressed smartly, he was even riding a white crane.

The fluttering white hair was floating in the air, and he really looked like a reclusive master.

Not just him.

Among the layers of clouds, some people were flying in the sky on big gourds.

Some have their feet on lotus flowers, like Arhat Bodhisattva.

……

There are so many species in total.

It's just that most of them have not reached the level of cultivation.

Just when Fang Xin integrated into the large army and looked very low-key.

I only saw a bright light suddenly flashing in the distance:
"Rumble..."

A sound like the roar of thunder sounded.

Immediately afterwards, all I saw was an electric light emitting blue light in the sky, suddenly flying over the crowd, and then speeding away towards the depths of the sea of ​​clouds.

Crackling!

Lightning roared and sparks flew.

Even though the blue electric light has disappeared, there is still electric light in the sea of ​​clouds.

I saw such a domineering scene.

One of them, a young monk who was playing a jade flute and looked a bit young, was a little unhappy:
“Using thunder as the frame, it’s so majestic and aura!”

I heard his non-yin and yang words.

All he saw was that the beautiful fairy who was following him on a piece of colorful silk and seemed to be dancing all the time smiled slightly:
"That one is Osawa Lei-kun's car."

"The chariot is being pulled by a real, born and raised thunder beast of Dharma level."

"Now that this thunder car is working so hard, I'm afraid the person sitting on it should be Mr. Osawa Lei himself."

"How about it? Do you want to go up and ask?"

After hearing what the fairy said, the young monk playing the flute lowered his head slightly:

"Nowhere, I don't dare."

"It turns out that Mr. Osawa Lei is the one in front of you. It's really because I, a junior, have low knowledge."

When he said this, he seemed to not even participate in the conference, and the green light turned.

Then, he turned around and went back, as if he was avoiding something.

After all, whoever can be called a king is naturally a true king.

Although he didn't know whether the Lei Jun heard what he said behind his back.

But the word has been spoken.

Whether you heard it or not is meaningless.

Because there are always some people who want to please big shots so as to do something they think they are capable of.

Just like now.

Only a few practitioners who had been flying among the crowd saw this scene. After looking at each other, they chased after the young man:

Brush brush!
And just after these people left.

The young fairy who stepped on the silk could not help but sigh slightly:

"It's really hard to live anywhere these days."

"You guys are really looking for trouble for me."

As he finished speaking, he saw that the piece of silk that had been flying in the sky suddenly changed direction.

Then, it flew away into the distance.

It seemed as if he was going to chase the young monk who had left.

I saw all kinds of things here.

Fang Xin, who was standing in the sky, had a look of indifference in his eyes:
"Sure enough, it's still the same practice world I'm familiar with."

Hearing what Fang Xin said, Xuan Cheng suddenly glanced into the distance. When he understood the reason, he turned to look at Fang Xin.

Followed by.

His little eyes rolled around, and when he looked at Fang Xin, his gaze suddenly became weird:
"I said, you're not really here to join in the fun when you come to this so-called Hundred Realms Conference, are you?"

"This doesn't seem like your style."

Hearing what Xuan Cheng said, Fang Xin also smiled slightly, and then asked with a smile:
"Oh? What's my style?"

Seeing Fang Xin's smiling face, Xuan Cheng felt a chill on his back.

Immediately afterwards, Xuan Cheng stopped discussing this issue and just muttered softly:

"Anyway, I think anything that allows you to participate is definitely not a good thing."

"You must be ready to do something."

"After all, you never do anything that is not beneficial."

Looking at Xuan Cheng mumbling in front of him, Fang Xin casually grabbed his tail and then lifted him up.

Then, he looked at the ordinary person in front of him thoughtfully:
"It seems that you understand me quite well." "If that's the case, then I'll leave you even more alone. Tell me what method of death you want to choose."

"Steamed, braised or stewed?"

Seeing Fang Xin's very dangerous expression, Xuan Cheng shrank down and stopped mumbling.

It seems to be settled.

Seeing that Xuan Cheng had calmed down, Fang Xin casually put him on his shoulders again, and then flew away into the distance through the clouds and mist.

But have to say.

Like those true masters of the mountain realm and Dharma practitioners, each one is better than the other.

Either have a mount or a luan driver.

There are countless rare and exotic beasts, just like the legendary Assembly of Ten Thousand Immortals.

Most practitioners have one or two things in their hands, and most of them seem not very valuable.

Basically, there is a strange character standing there.

at last.

After a lot of speed, they finally arrived at the mountainous area where the Hundred Realms Conference was located.

Of course, it’s not right to say it’s a mountain environment.

After all, the land here is boundless, and it seems that despair is piled up on many hills.

You can't even see the edge at a glance:

"A conference held jointly by the legendary one hundred most primitive mountains?"

"It seems that this background is really extraordinary."

Say nothing else.

It's just that these hundreds of mountain views are completely combined and become a building suspended in the air, like a palace in the sky.

That already shows that the background is extraordinary.

If you look carefully, you can see that there seem to be nearly a hundred mountain tops above the layers of clouds.

Every hilltop has its own mystery.

However, on most of the hills, there are strange arenas one after another.

It looks like a competition.

The entire mountain is very vast, full of exotic flowers and plants, and practitioners playing around everywhere.

even.

There are a lot of mundane things along the way. It really is the intertwining of immortals and mortals that gives people a unique feeling.

The young disciples were having fun.

The older generation of disciples are responsible for escorting them, or to increase their experience in the world.

It doesn't look like an ordinary lively place.

Seeing this scene, Fang Xin randomly chose a direction, and then left towards the distance:

"Fighting and killing is not for me."

"It's better to go and see what kind of things are on those mountains that are relatively calm and emit precious light."

After finishing his words, he quickly flew away from the direction of the ring, and finally walked towards a hill:
"brush!"

An action like moving to change scenery appears.

Followed by.

In a trance, he seemed to appear directly in a very loose garden with many rockeries and gravel.

Looking in all directions.

I only saw some practitioners next to the rockery, while others just found a place to sit down.

Without exception.

In front of them, there is either a small cloth on the ground selling things, or some unique utensils are directly placed on it.

Fang Xin looked at it carefully:

"Most of them are useless, but there are also some things that are opportunities for ordinary practitioners."

"It's just that the quantity is too small."

Then, he walked towards the inside.

The garden-like place is ridiculously big.

Although there are different rockeries everywhere, this space seems to be endless along the way.

There are new practitioners everywhere and stall owners who are leaving.

No one charges stall fees.

If you want to sell something, you can just sit underground at any time. What stands out is the freedom to do whatever you want.

however.

As a Dharma master, he was walking around the communication area where the warlock realm is located. He, who was originally free from the world of mortals, suddenly stopped.

Then, looking at his entire body, his eyes were fixed on something on one of the stalls:
"This feeling seems to be..."

When he said this, he seemed to be hesitant.

But after thinking for a moment, he walked up leisurely, and then came to the stall covered with only a yellow cloth.

Take a closer look.

I only saw that the owner of this stall seemed to be a somewhat sneaky person.

Those two beards look like mice.

He didn't look like a big shot just sitting there.

There was even a trace of decay on his body, as if he had been in contact with something for a long time and was contaminated by the aura.

Standing in front of the stall.

Then, Fang Xin casually picked up a few of the broken pieces of iron and asked softly:
"Where did you dig up this thing, fellow Taoist?"

"If you want to sell it, what's the price?"

Hearing Fang Xin's question, the stall owner with sinister features couldn't help but smile, and then said:
"This guest officer has a good eye. He can tell at a glance that this thing of mine has an incorrect origin and was dug underground."

When he said this, he didn't feel the slightest bit embarrassed:
"Most practitioners look down on earth rats like me and think that I am doing something immoral by digging graves."

"But they wantonly dug into the cultivation caves of their predecessors, and even broke into the Cave Heaven Paradise. Are they not the same as me?"

He mocked the so-called righteous heroes who stand on the moral high ground.

Then, the thief-minded stall owner looked at the dozen junk-like items on the stall and said casually:
"These were all stolen in the mountains and forests before I came here. If the price is right, just give them as much as you want."

"But if you want to ask me where I stole it, then you have to pay some information fees."

At the end of the sentence, the eyes of this thief-minded stall owner couldn't help but radiate a trace of light.

It can be seen that he is also very shrewd.

Hearing what the stall owner said, Fang Xin couldn't help but laugh:

"If there's a news fee, I won't go out."

"As for these things, I have collected them all. One spiritual elixir is enough."

As soon as he finished speaking, a magic pill popped out in the blink of an eye.

Looking at Fang Xin's movements.

The stall owner's eyes couldn't help but become brighter:
Fat sheep, big fat sheep.

Such a arrogant pop-up of a magic pill, the oil and water on a person's body is simply too fat!
(End of this chapter)