Fusu couldn't possibly know whether others envied him or not.

The brother was so awesome that he didn't dare to claim it. For the first time, he deeply understood what Jinyi Night Walk was!

Knowing that the red-clothed demon king had been in and out of the Thunder Domain and the Azure Dragon Jungle, Fusu thought that he might as well go to the Azure Dragon Jungle to try his luck, maybe he could meet them. His second brother might be looking for them.

Thinking that he knew nothing about the refining realm, Fusu took out the various spiritual fruits he had collected and asked about the news about the refining realm with the group of thirteen people.

Otherwise, it would be too dangerous to have both eyes black and not know anything.

Most of these spiritual fruits were grown in the Qixun space, collected in the Monkey Brother space, and spawned by Xiao Wu.

However, most of the spiritual fruits collected by Brother Monkey are produced in Huaguo Mountain. Even if Huaguo Mountain is in the mortal world, most of the spiritual energy of those spiritual fruits are more precious than the high-level spiritual fruits in this world, so Fusu did not dare to

Take more. Most of what he took out was given to him by Qixun and Xiaowu.

The spiritual energy contained in these fruits is average, but the advantage is that no one has ever seen a variety, and the taste is very sweet.

In particular, the watermelon, which Qi Xun called a cold melon, was full of juice when you took one bite. It was refreshing and sweet, and had a bright red color. Even though it had little aura, it was highly praised by everyone.

In such a depressing place as the ancient battlefield, you can eat bright fruits that are like sweet springs. The taste is so refreshing that you can't help but feel calm.

These people saw that although Fu Su's cultivation level was lower than theirs, he was very generous. Coupled with his all-round demeanor, the thirteen monks in this group became more and more fond of him. When he introduced him to the refinement realm, then

He knew everything he knew, and in just half a day, Fusu had a relatively detailed understanding of the various realms of the Refining Realm.

Even the young monk who led this group gave him a map of the Nine Realms.

To thank each other, Fusu saw that they liked watermelons so much, so he gave two to each of them, as well as some cherries, strawberries, and grapes.

Of these, Xiaowu gave birth to the most babies, and Fusu gave them to her without feeling distressed.

The thirteen people have not been in the ancient battlefield for a long time, and they still need to practice in various places. Naturally, it is impossible to accompany Fusu who is eager to leave the ancient battlefield.

After Fusu understood almost everything he wanted to know, he said goodbye. Those people would not try to persuade him to stay. They only told him to be extremely careful when walking in ancient battles alone, and they parted in a relaxed manner.

Before Fusu left, he couldn't help but take another look at the female cultivator carrying the knife.

The female cultivator couldn't help but said: "Why does Fellow Daoist Yan keep looking at me?"

Fusu blushed and said apologetically: "I'm sorry for offending my senior. The truth is, I have a younger sister who is also a swordsman. Her demeanor is free and easy, her heroic demeanor is quite similar to her senior's. I have been separated from my sister for a long time, and I miss her in my heart.

I can’t help but look at it a few more times.”

The female cultivator was moved when she heard this: "How old is your sister?"

Fusu said excitedly: "Senior, have you ever seen my sister? My sister is now thirteen years old, and there should be a black and white spiritual pet beside her. My sister's facial features are similar to mine, and she likes to wear men's clothes. Even if she wears women's clothes, she usually wears women's clothes.

A powerful outfit for easy movement, mostly in black and red. Cultivation level... When we were separated, she was a second-grade warrior, but my sister is very talented, far better than me. If there is a chance, she may be now

To the martial arts realm."

Fusu talked a lot about Qixun's situation, hoping that this female swordsman would really meet his Xiaoxun.

The female cultivator said regretfully: "When I was in Linglong Pavilion in Gravity City, I saw a little sword cultivator. He was wearing a red robe and he looked very heroic. There was a black and white cat next to him. He was a martial artist. He looked the same.

You are indeed similar. However, she looks very young, at most ten years old. She should not be your sister."

The age doesn’t match up!

Fusu sounded like the little girl the female cultivator met looked very much like her Xiaoxun. As for the black and white cat, it was probably the little guy named Babai who had used the shape-changing technique, but she was really not the right age.

His little boy Xun was already tall. Although he was only ten years old when they were separated, he had long legs and a handsome temperament. He already looked like a little girl. Now that nearly three years have passed, it is absolutely impossible to look like that.

He looks about ten years old.

Fusu refused to give up and said, "Senior, when did you meet that little girl?" If she met her more than two years ago, then she is right.

"Half a year ago, in Gravity City, she was shopping in Linglong Pavilion and had a little conflict with two male and female monks. However, they were later resolved by Senior Drunken Monkey. By the way, she is the disciple of Senior Drunken Monkey, ha, Drunken Monkey

Senior is the venerable person I admire the most. Otherwise, I really wouldn’t have paid much attention to him at the time. Speaking of which, Senior Drunken Monkey is also a person from the Holy Continent of your Divine Hidden Realm."

Fusu only cares about his sister and has no interest in Drunken Hou. Shengzhou Continent has always been in contact with them, Shenzhou Continent. Since he is the apprentice of Drunken Hou, his sister was already twelve years old half a year ago, so it is impossible to look at most ten years old.

With such a look, it is impossible for Xiao Daoxiu to be my sister.

Fusu looked disappointed: "Although I am a member of the Shenyin Realm, I am not from the Shengzhou Continent, and my sister cannot be a disciple of Senior Drunken Hou. Although the female sword cultivator is not my sister, I am grateful to Senior for clarifying my doubts.

Thank you."

The female cultivator waved her hand: "It's just a matter of talking. Goodbye."

After saying goodbye for a while, Fusu drifted away in the direction of the ancient battlefield.

The few people watched him disappear, and the female sword cultivator exclaimed: "No wonder that young man can survive alone in the ancient battlefield until now. Just look at his light footwork. It must be the top skill, and it is the master level like us."

Even his cultivation level cannot keep up with his speed."

When encountering danger, excellent footwork is a guarantee of life.

The male cultivators beside him were equally surprised: "The rules of heaven and earth in the Divine Hidden Realm are lacking, and Taoism is not flourishing. The monks are not only Confucianism cultivators and scribes, but also martial arts cultivators. But have you seen it? The footwork used by that little sword cultivator is absolutely top-notch."

The way of the Dharma. Even in our big world, there are only a handful of people with such good light-body footwork. His temperament and conversation are all extraordinary, and his background is definitely extraordinary."

Another male cultivator chuckled and said: "There are still three nails in the broken ship. Tens of thousands of years ago, the Divine Hidden Realm was also a famous world. There are some Taoist relics, which are not uncommon. However, there are still some missing Heavenly Dao there.

Come on, after practicing to this level, that little sword cultivator’s talent is definitely not bad.”

The female cultivator rolled her eyes at the two of them: "The young sword cultivator is at most sixteen or seventeen years old, and he has an awe-inspiring sword spirit. His cultivation is obviously a big step behind me, but he is able to provoke my sword intention. Not to mention his cultivation, his swordsmanship

He has definitely entered the palace, how can his talent be any less? He is already at the pinnacle of martial arts, and is only one step away from being promoted to Grandmaster. You and I are not that strong at his age."

The male cultivator who led the team smiled and said: "No matter how weak the realm is, there will always be a few geniuses who are no worse than the top geniuses in our big world. Is this so strange?

And the strong people who came out of this small world, because the road is so difficult, are stronger in character than us. As long as they reach the top, their strength may even be better than ours. Isn't the Drunken Hou Venerable you admired an example?

Even though I am from a small world, my sword has never been weak when it comes to cutting down martial masters or even martial saints from the big world!"
Chapter completed!