An envoy outside the Wutong Fairy Boat was beaten up, and the person who beat him swayed into the Wutong Fairy Boat.

Inside the fairy boat, a group of heavenly soldiers and generals were in an uproar.

"See, Murong was beaten again!"

"Just that one of his mouth, when did he meet a ruthless person and not be beaten? I remember that when we went to Qiansuiwan last time, even the Queen Qingxiao who was beaten could not recognize him."

"Shisper, he deserves a beating!"

"Shh, whisper, that guy has a sharp ear."

The heavenly soldiers and generals in the fairy boat watched the fun with a smile. They had no malice, but they were just a kind of joking and ridicule that belonged to their colleagues.

As for why they didn't stop the Xuanhei car from crushing?

The marks of the Xuanniao clan on the car were so conspicuous that Murong, a ignorant guy, could not recognize them, but they were all very clear.

The Xuanniao clan has a very high status in Qingling Thirty-Three Heavens. The Antarctic Growth Heaven is the chassis of the Xuanniao clan, and it is a top-notch wealthy family in the Qingling Immortal World. Now that there are disciples of the Xuanniao clan to take a ride, the Qingling immortals will naturally not stop them.

Of course, they wouldn't see Murong continue to be bullied.

As the three immortals above arranged the members of the Xuanniao clan, the Wutong fairy boat began to mobilize.

Soon, the sounds of immortals inside and outside the immortal boat rose everywhere, and teams of neatly arranged heavenly soldiers and generals appeared around the Wutong immortal boat.

Then, white clouds emerged from the surroundings of the yukata fairy boat and stretched downwards, laying out many majestic ladders from top to bottom, until several continental shelves below.

The bell rings.

As the bell sounded, Murong's voice with a little helplessness was also there.

"The fairy boat in Wutong has arrived, so please ask fellow Taoists to go on the road."

At this point, the first wave of migration in the Qingling Immortal Realm was truly opened.

......

......

Zhao Yang saw what happened in the sky, but he ignored it.

When the Wutong Fairy Boat put down the cloud ladder, he called out the two immortal cranes who had been waiting for a long time and flew towards the cloud ladder.

This time, instead of taking his parents with him, he let them lie north on the two already bigger cranes and hold them.

This is not a show-off.

Instead, in order to avoid some dangers, some unopposed guys will not change their minds...

Just like the one in front of you.

The cold wind blew, and a black cloud blocked Zhao Yang's way forward.

In the dark clouds, a monster whose name was not known to be a bat or something was staring at Zhao Yang and his group greedily.

"Little kid, you have tickets to the fairy boat, right? Give me one, I'll wait for the guardian for you!"

As the Wutong Fairy Boat arrived, demons and monsters appeared, each of them wanted to escape from the earth, the big ship that was about to sink before the war came.

The monster in front of you is just one of them. If Zhao Yang fulfills his wish, later, there will be monsters and monsters that do not come to you at several levels.

Therefore, Zhao Yang's answer is only one word.

"roll!"

The next moment, a sword light flashed from Zhao Yang's eyebrows, and the pure Yang sword soul reappeared, slashing directly at the black cloud blocking the road!

"you...."

The sword passes, and the soul scatters.

The demon cloud that had originally condensed together suddenly exploded, leaving only a huge bat with a wingspan of five meters falling from the sky!

Cut out a sword, and the soul of Chunyang sword returns to Zhao Yang's heart.

His face turned pale, Zhao Yang glanced around coldly, and then continued to fly up the ladder.

Behind him, the two cranes also revealed their own soul and fairy light to intimidate many people with bad intentions.

No one stopped them along the way.

Those greedy masters looked at the group with fear at this moment.

"Is this the God of Killing that emerged from there?"

"I haven't seen it before, I haven't heard of it!"

"Is Lao Hei just carrying it?"

"What about that?"

"I've been so angry that I don't dare to provoke someone... By the way, do you see the sword light just now? What kind of way is that? Why can't I recognize it?"

"Do you can't recognize it or don't want to believe it?"

"Ha, I am simply relying on the real spirit to crush it. Issue the immortal sword true spirit. This is probably the sword of a big boss in the Qingling Fairy World before he was reincarnated! If I want to leave, where do I need a ticket?"

"Oh, I can't get it..."

After communicating information, the group of people gradually disappeared.

They did not give up. Instead, they went to find their own goals.

Not everyone is Zhao Yang, and not everyone who gets the ticket to the Wutong Fairy Boat has the confidence to reject them.

Soon, a burst of exclamations rang out from the city below. In the air, fighter planes took off, and a large number of missiles were aimed at these monsters and monsters that caused the killing!

Zhao Yang knew about the melee that occurred on the surface of the earth, but he had no time to care about it now, and there was no need to pay attention to it.

At this time, he was standing at the top of the ladder, and the one standing opposite him was actually an acquaintance.

"Murong?"

Seeing the figure of the other party wearing a white official robe, Zhao Yang raised his eyebrows.

"Um?"

Murong, who was protected by several generals, looked up at the strange little monk in front of him and curiously said, "Do you recognize this young master?"

"Recognize... forget it."

Zhao Yang wanted to recognize him, but after thinking about it, he still didn't say anything. Instead, he took out the ticket and handed it over: "Five tickets, three people and two cranes, and I also asked Mr. Murong to help him and send the person to Chunyang Cave Heaven."

After saying that, Zhao Yang bowed to Murong to express his gratitude.

According to his original idea, he wanted to stuff some original currency to the waiter in charge of the Wutong Fairy Boat, but since Murong is responsible for the fairy boat trip this time, there is no need for this.

It’s not that Zhao Yang is stingy, but because of the temperament of Master Murong, if you give him money, he will think you look down on him...

People are not short of resources!

This is a way of practicing, but music, chess, calligraphy and painting are all young masters in the fairy world at the national level. Just the resources won from the hands of boring people in the fairy world every day are enough for many monks in the lower realm to practice from acquired cultivation to the Nascent Soul...

"Send to Chunyang Cave Heaven?"

After taking the ticket from Zhao Yang, Murong Sao glanced at Zhao Yang, then looked at the three people and two cranes behind him, and asked in surprise: "Don't you leave?"

"Don't leave." Zhao Yang shook his head.

"Well? If you don't leave, go back, don't delay the people behind!"

While speaking, Murong waved to Zhao Yang.

Seeing this, Zhao Yang chuckled softly, turned his head, walked to his parents, tidied up their clothes for them, and said to Wang Anming, who was beside him: "Brother Wang, in the future, when you arrive in Chunyang Cave Heaven, there will naturally be immortals to take you into your career."

Wang Anming nodded, clenching his fists tightly.

"Well, when you arrive at Chunyang Cave Heaven, I will say hello to Lu Dongxuan for me. Also, let him be careful and stop being bitten by dogs."

After saying this, Zhao Yang smiled playfully.

Turn around.

Leave.

It's a little bit bleak.

Cut off some concern.

Since then.

You can move forward in the end!
Chapter completed!