Xianhong Road

Chapter 672 The Peacock King's Invitation

Sanling Mountain.

The verdant mountain peaks with a radius of ten miles, lingering with traces of aura, float in the boundless and endless Tianqin Inner Sea.

The sea fortress of Sanling Mountain, which accommodates tens of thousands of monks, is like a drop in the ocean compared to the huge sea area.

call out!
On this day, a small sea warship shaped like an oblate shell, shining with a hazy blue phantom light, flew through the air from the depths of the sea and landed in the sky above Sanling Mountain.

It is not surprising that most of the warships in the Inner Sea of ​​Tianqin have the ability to fly into the sky and escape the sea.

However, when the battleship landed at Sanling Mountain, it was not stopped by anything.

On the contrary, on the sea fortress of Sanling Mountain, several high-ranking Nascent Souls soon heard the news and waited below to greet them.

Not long after, four people slowly flew out of the small sea battleship.

One of them, an old Confucian cultivator in purple robes, greeted the other three distinguished guests politely.

"Hmph, what's good here."

Hu Fei curled his lips, slightly dissatisfied, and jumped off the battleship, looking wild.

In contrast, Yang Fan and Yun Yuxi fell hand in hand, with no joy or worry on their faces, very calm.

Yang Fan didn't have any good impressions of Sanling Mountain and "Sanxianmen".

However, under the pleadings and pleadings of the old Zipao Confucianism, first Yun Yuxi was soft-hearted, then the Zipao old Confucianism suffered and suffered, and "accompanied" with Hu Fei for several days, and finally Yang Fan nodded dully in agreement.

Staying in Sanling Mountain has at least one advantage. As soon as Shi Yao comes back, she can see her immediately, so she won't miss the opportunity.

This is also the only reason that can convince Yang Fan.

At this moment, when the three of Yang Fan returned to Sanling Mountain, there were already two rows of high-ranking monks standing below, and almost all the dozen or so Nascent Soul experts from Sanling Mountain were present.

All the high-ranking people were respectful, not for the great elder of the sect, but for the refined man who never spoke or smiled.

"Waiting for Yuan Zun!!"

Two rows of high-ranking powerhouses saluted Yang Fan in awe.

"Master Yuan Zun is honored to be able to visit Sanling Mountain in person."

One of the elders who was over sixty years old trembled, his eyes were not respectful, but there was also a little excitement.

Thinking that he has lived for seven or eight hundred years, and his cultivation has reached the Nascent Soul stage, he has never had the opportunity to witness the strongest in the inner sea.

All other high-ranking people have similar feelings. There are only so many people at the peak of the boundless inner sea. It is really not easy to see one in person.

For the welcome ceremony of the high-ranking officials, Yang Fan had a cold attitude, nodded slightly, and did not speak.

The old Confucian cultivator in Zipao quickly arranged for the three of them a cave with an elegant and quiet environment.

Since then, Yang Fan and others lived in this elegant cave in Sanling Mountain.

Sanling Mountain itself has spiritual veins, and because of the formations around it, compared to ordinary places in the Inner Sea, the spiritual energy here is twice as abundant.

Yang Fan did not continue to comprehend the next realm of Xianhong, and spent most of his time consolidating his cultivation, occasionally browsing some ancient books to expand his knowledge and horizons.

He didn't know that although he and others didn't hear anything outside, they still became the focus of discussion among the outside world.

Knowing that the new strongest person from Inner Sea was stationed in this fortress, Sanling Mountain was boiling up and down, causing a sensation and excitement.

Immediately, Sanling Mountain became the focus of the nearby sea area and became famous. Countless monks came to visit it, and many powerful people joined the four major Confucian sects on Sanling Mountain.

Under such circumstances, the prestige of the Sanxian sect has greatly increased, surpassing the Shengru sect and becoming the number one Confucian sect in the inner sea.

In this regard, other Confucian forces did not dare to have any objections, and even came to surrender one after another.

Zipao old Confucian cultivator, as the great elder of the Sanxian sect, is naturally very beautiful, and he treats Yang Fan and others like gods.

He didn't dare to expect Yang Fan to join the Sanxian Sect. As long as he stays in Sanling Mountain for a period of time, he will be better than an army of tens of thousands of monks and can deter millions of monsters in the inner sea without doing anything.

The years are long, and in a blink of an eye, four or five years have passed.

Yang Fan spends most of his time still practicing, or studying pharmacology, or dabbling in other ancient books.

The progress of cultivation is very slow, he is not impatient, and his heart is peaceful, just waiting for the day when he has accumulated a lot of money.

If this trend continues, it will take about a hundred years for Yang Fan to hope to reach the peak in the late Yangen period.

At that time, his realm in the Yangen period tends to be perfect, which is enough to aspire to the next realm.

On this day, Yang Fan woke up from his practice, with a peaceful greenness in his eyes.

"It will take another four or five years before the opening of Tianlan Temple."

Yang Fan muttered to himself.

At this time, Yun Yuxi also woke up with gratitude, and the two looked at each other and smiled.

"Brother Yang, you will be able to see Shi Yao in four or five years at most." Yun Yuxi smiled with bright eyes, calm and peaceful.

Yang Fan was moved in his heart. After so many years of cultivation, only Yun Yuxi could accompany him all the year round and treat him with respect all the time.

In the long and ordinary years, feelings are like trickling streams, not seeking the splendor of meteors, not vigorous, but long-lasting.

What moved him the most was Yun Yuxi's understanding and tolerance. There was almost no gap between the two of them. Thousands of words were not worth the meeting of eyes.

In Yang Fan's life, most of the women are like passers-by, some are the affection between the opposite sex, some are just affectionate, what's more, it's just a pure physical infatuation.

In the real double cultivation on the spiritual level, only Yun Yuxi is almost perfect in each other's eyes.This is also the reason why Yang Fan never broke through the last layer of shackles with Yun Yuxi.

In addition, what also made Yang Fan truly invested in his feelings was that stubborn and staunch Deng Shiyao with a temperament like classical poetry and painting.

Yang Fan firmly believed that he and Yun Yuxi would probably be together forever.

As for Deng Shiyao, due to too many uncertain factors, maybe they can get together, or maybe they are just a passer-by on the long journey.

After sorting out his emotions, a flash of understanding flashed in Yang Fan's eyes, and Yun Yuxi glanced at him thoughtfully.

"Brother Yang, promise Yuxi that you must keep Shiyao."

Yun Yuxi held Yang Fan's hand tightly, and there was an elusive worry in her beautiful eyes.

"Yu Xi, I feel that you have some secrets in your heart that you never told me."

Yang Fan looked at Yun Yuxi squarely.

"...a very strange call, vague and indistinct, even Yu Xi couldn't understand it."

There was a trace of confusion on Yun Yuxi's pretty face.

"I promise you...do my best."

Yang Fan nodded.

While the two were whispering, Hu Fei also woke up from the retreat and began to move his muscles and bones on the spot.

"Boss, after practicing for so long, let's go out and relax."

Hu Fei finally couldn't sit still, he didn't have the patience of Yang Fan and the others.

Yun Yuxi smiled slightly, and seemed to be a little strange.

The three of them left the cave for the first time, and found that there was a lot of aura on Sanling Mountain, and their strength seemed to be a little stronger.

Without saying hello to the monks of the Sanxian Sect, the three of Yang Fan flew directly to the sea area for a ride, or to relax.

Facing the turbulent sea, Yang Fan realized the irresistible power of nature.

Not long after, a ray of purple light flew over from Sanling Mountain, and the person who came was the old Confucian cultivator in purple robe.

"If there is nothing necessary, we want to be alone."

Yang Fan said plainly, very euphemistically.

At this moment, he does not want to be disturbed by the outside world.

"Old man, it's nothing important, get out!"

Hu Fei said loudly.

The old Confucian cultivator in purple robe gave a wry smile, he was already used to Hu Fei's vulgar and cursing.

"Master Yuan Zun, I do have something to say when I come here."

An old Confucian in purple robes practiced Taoism.

"Oh? Please tell me something." Yang Fan's expression changed slightly.

"During Master Yuan Zun's retreat, many people from the outside world came to visit, and some of them even claimed that they were Yuan Zun's disciples."

"Disciple?" Yang Fan immediately thought of Fu Ping and Fu Xue.

In the Inner Sea, he seems to have taken in three disciples, as well as Luo Xiu from Lost Wind Valley.

"Where are they?" Yang Fan asked.

"He has already left. One of them seems to be the 'Poison King' who has risen in the Inner Sea in the past hundred years, and the other is a strong Nascent Soul of the Blood Demon Dao."

The purple-robed old Confucian cultivator replied.

left?
Yang Fan was a little disappointed, he didn't expect to miss a master-student meeting.

But life is like this, many things cannot be forced, especially chance.

"The main reason is that there have been too many people seeking to see Yuan Zun in these years." The purple-robed old Confucian cultivator was a little apprehensive, but he breathed a sigh of relief seeing that Yang Fan was not angry.

"What are these people asking to see me for?"

"It's nothing more than wanting to make friends, learn from teachers, etc. This includes the strong men sent by 'Sky City', 'Tianyuan' and other forces, all received by this old man, mainly because he dare not sweep Yuan Zun's cleanliness."

The purple-robed old Confucianism cultivator explained.

"Someone will come to see me in the future, you can judge according to the specific situation."

Yang Fan confessed and sent away the purple-robed old Confucianism cultivator.

"Hmph, this little old man is capable of doing bad things."

Hu Fei snorted coldly.

On the same day, the three of them returned to the cave and continued to practice.

However, within two months, the purple-robed old Confucian cultivator came to report that there was an important person who asked to see Yang Fan.

Yang Fan frowned slightly, and asked, "Who is it?"

"From the Yao clan, claiming to be an old friend of Master Yuan Zun, and with a strong background."

Zipao smiled.

"Old friend?"

With doubts, Yang Fan entered an elegant living room somewhere in Sanling Mountain, and saw an innocent girl sitting in the middle, about thirteen or fourteen years old, wearing a beautiful colorful dress and a peacock and phoenix crown, faintly exuding a sense of nobility.

Isn't this the peacock demon?
Yang Fan's eyes lit up, he was really an old friend.

In the Tianlan Palace back then, he and the peacock demon could barely be regarded as sharing weal and woe.

"Big brother... you finally came out." The peacock demon saw Yang Fan, his eyes sparkled like flawless jewels, like a little sparrow, he ran over and hugged him, smiling innocently.

Fortunately, Yang Fan came here alone, and Yun Yuxi and Hu Fei didn't come, otherwise I don't know what expression he would show.

Not seen for many years, Peacock has successfully advanced to the transformation stage, and there is an old man in the late stage of transformation standing beside him, like a personal bodyguard.

Yang Fan was also not allowed to speak, Peacock pulled him and chatted a lot, the content was nothing more than Yang Fan's prestige and achievements in Neihai today, as a friend, she felt proud and happy.

A gratified smile appeared on Yang Fan's face, he never thought that he would have a friend of the opposite sex in Yaozu.

After talking for a long time, the two sat down, and the big demon cultivator next to the little peacock demon was not surprised by this.

"Little Peacock, you didn't come to see me this time, you didn't make a special trip to reminisce about the old days, did you?"

Yang Fan said with a smile, his eyes glanced at the old man beside him intentionally or unintentionally.

"Hee hee, this time I was entrusted by my mother to invite Brother Yang to our 'Qiyu Island' as a guest."

The peacock laughed sweetly and looked very happy.

"You mean the Peacock King?"

Yang Fan was slightly taken aback.

The Peacock King, one of the Seven Great Demon Venerables in the Inner Sea, is the most powerful person in the faction, even on the same level as Jin Jiaolong, Qianqiu Wuhen and others.

(One more to...)
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