The black jade slip was just held in Fang Ling's hand, and a message appeared on it and poured into Fang Ling's mind: "True Fang Ling, within ten days, please go to Luoying Mountain to pay homage to the ancestor Chen Feng."

"It should be a letter of Dharma that everyone knows about is going to visit." Yuwen Chenggang looked at the black jade slip in Fang Ling's hand, and said with a smile: "When I became a real person in Jindan, I also received this letter of Dharma."

Fang Ling put away the jade slips and smiled and said to Yuwen Chenggang: "What else is there to pay attention to when going to Luoying Mountain? Please give me more advice from Brother Yuwen."

Yuwen Chenggang looked at Fang Ling with an innocent look and felt that this person was scheming. For such a person with higher cultivation than him and stronger scheming than him, Yuwen Chenggang made up his mind not to offend him easily. He laughed and said, "Brother Fang, going to Luoying Mountain is a reward for us. When you enter the school, thousands of disciples will welcome the big car, which is a moment of glory. As for what you pay attention to, there is nothing worth noting. However, when you meet the ancestor Chen Feng, it is best to be more respectful. After all, the ancestor Chen Feng is a real person in the Nascent Soul and has a little temper!"

Yuwen Chenggang's words made Fang Ling feel much more relieved. Fang Ling didn't care about the glory that thousands of cultivators welcomed. What he wanted was affordability, not these stupid things. As for the ancestor Chen Feng, Fang Ling would not foolishly confront others. Although the real person of Jindan is extraordinary, he is not on the same level as the ancestor of Jindan after all.

What he wants is cultivation and resources!

Having made up his mind, Fang Ling smiled at Yuwen Chenggang and said, "Thank you for your kindness, Brother Yuwen, Fang Ling remembered it. By the way. I heard that you can choose the martial arts at that time. I don't know what Brother Yuwen can teach me in this regard?"

Yuwen Chenggang had the intention to please Fang Ling at this time. Naturally, he knew everything and said everything: "Brother Fang basically doesn't have to worry about the choice of martial arts. When Elder Chen Feng sees you, he will naturally give you a martial art that suits you to practice according to your level of cultivation."

"Our Qianzhu Sect has inherited half of the mantle of the Sword Sect. Although the sect is declining now, the sect's skills are no less than other sects. And we Jindan Zhenren are the most core combat power in the sect. The ancestors wish they could give us all the best things, and they would never hide them."

Fang Ling was overjoyed. After all, for him now, a golden elixir technique suitable for him was crucial. Although he had all the formation techniques of the Zhendao Sect, when it comes to practicing techniques, he felt that he could also practice the Qianzhu Sect as well.

The two of them talked for more than an hour, and the cave became more and more harmonious. From Yuwen Chenggang's mouth, Fang Ling learned a lot about the Qianzhu Sect. For example, in the Qianzhu Sect, in addition to the ancestor Chen Feng, there was also an ancestor Liu Liren who was in seclusion all year round. It is said that this ancestor's cultivation was higher than that of the ancestor Chen Feng, but he had never managed the affairs in the sect. In addition to these two ancestors, the eight Jindan Zhenren people were scattered in their respective jurisdictions. As for the head of the Qianzhu Sect, Li Taifeng, he had a mid-stage Jindan cultivation. This person's methods were smooth and he could be considered open-minded among the group of Jindan Zhenren people. However, he had to follow his words and follow his words, but he was far behind.

"Brother Fang, when you come back from Luoyingshan, let's talk carefully. There are still some things in my cave, and I will go back and deal with them." Yuwen Chenggang put down the teacup in his hand and said with a smile.

Fang Ling had a lot of things at this time. He said a few words to meet again in the future and sent Yuwen Chenggang outside the cave. Just as he was about to wave goodbye to Yuwen Chenggang, he suddenly remembered something and said casually: "I am going to refine a thunder flying sword. Brother Yuwen, did you hear that there are any thunder magic weapons materials in our sect?"

The four words of thunder magic weapon made Yuwen Chenggang stunned for a moment. You must know that when Fang Ling fought with him, it was full of yin energy. He felt that Fang Ling should be similar to him and practiced the magic tricks of the ghost realm, but he didn't expect that he would actually refine the thunder flying sword. This made him more suspicious of Fang Ling, but he said casually: "As far as I know, in the treasure house of our Qianzhu Sect, there is a purple flame thunder-striking stone to sacrifice and refine the thunder flying sword, which is the best."

The purple flame thunder-striking stone made Fang Ling happy. He had seen this material in the classics of the Zhendao Sect. It was the best material for sacrificing thunder-type magic weapons. It not only increased the power of the thunder-type martial arts, but also gave birth to a purple flame thunder, which was very powerful. Even the Thunder-Striking Sword contained a little stone skin of the purple flame thunder-striking stone, which had a huge power. Not to mention anything else, just this purple flame thunder-striking stone is worth Fang Ling's journey to Luoying Mountain. Watching Yuwen Chenggang leave, Fang Ling showed a faint smile on his face. He was not afraid that Yuwen Chenggang would be harboring evil intentions for him. The reason why Yuwen Chenggang became his friend was because he had strength. As long as he could maintain this overwhelming strength, Yuwen Chenggang would be able to survive under his hands and be respectful.

After waving his sleeves, Fang Ling turned his head and walked towards the cave. As for Tu Dawei, who was still hanging on the flagpole, Fang Ling had no intention of paying attention to him anymore.

Five days later, a white cloud fog held two people and landed in front of Luoying Mountain. As the clouds turned into a white bone sword, Fang Ling and Cheng Xiaotong were exposed in the clouds. As soon as Fang Ling took the white bone sword, he said to Xiaotong: "Xiaotong, don't talk nonsense when you arrive in Luoying Mountain?"

"Master Fang Ling, I understand!" Xiaotong looked at Fang Ling's white bone sword with a little enviousness and said, "I would have liked to have a magic weapon flying sword."

Fang Ling was also watching Xiaotong grow up, so she was very pampered and couldn't be serious. Looking at her cute and unrestrained look, she patted her head lovingly and said, "When you become a real person in Jindan, I will give you this white bone sword."

"Thank you, Uncle Fang Ling." Xiaotong said a little sadly, "My master said that with Xiaotong's qualifications, there is no possibility of condensing the golden elixir."

Although Fang Ling wanted to comfort the little girl at this time, he had to admit that what Zhao Chunli said was reasonable. Although Xiaotong has a good qualification, the possibility of being promoted to Jindan Real Person is only 10%. Just when he was about to teach the gentleman of Tianxingjian as a self-improvement, Xiaotong smiled happily and said, "With Uncle Fang Ling covering Xiaotong, the whole Qianzhu teaching, I see who dares to bully me."

Fang Ling laughed in his heart. He really didn't understand the world of the little girl. With his thoughts flashing, the White Bone Sword fell back into his small Qiankun bag. The current level of this White Bone Sword is already a low-grade magic weapon, which is just suitable for Fang Ling. As for the promotion of the White Bone Sword, he still has to thank the two Li Pos of Yuwen Chenggang's soul-detention card. After the White Bone Sword swallowed the two Li Pos, the White Bone Sword, which was originally a top-level magic weapon, was promoted to the magic weapon.

Although it was just a low-grade magic weapon, it was also an unexpected surprise for Fang Ling. Fang Ling had come here alone during this trip to Luoying Mountain, but he didn't expect that Xiaotong would actually hear his master talk about the scene when the new Jindan real person ascended the throne. He pestered Fang Ling several times and must follow him to see the situation when Fang Ling became the Jindan real person. Fang Ling was entangled for a while by this girl, and felt that there was no big danger. In addition, Xiaotong was originally a member of the Qianzhu Sect, so he agreed.

"Uncle, Luoying Mountain is really big. I heard from Master that there are thousands of light spirit veins in Luoying Mountain, especially some main spiritual veins. The spiritual energy produced is better like the essence!" Xiaotong's eyes fell on Luoying Mountain, and his words were full of envious words. The spiritual energy like the essence is very beneficial to the cultivation of monks, especially low-level cultivators like Xiaotong, who can increase their cultivation speed.

Fang Ling looked at the endless mountains in the distance and nodded gently. The Luoying Mountain was much more grand than the Qianyuan Mountain of Zhendao Sect. Looking from afar, the rolling mountain fog seemed to have blocked the entire mountain, but Fang Ling, a Jindan real person who was extremely sensitive to spiritual energy, could feel the spiritual energy hidden in the mist. The famous mountains and rivers were indeed not comparable to those of Luoou Mountain.

"Uncle, I heard from Master that as long as you are a real person in Jindan, you can occupy a single peak in Luoying Mountain to open a cave. After you open a Beacon here, can you let Xiaotong come here to practice?" Xiaotong pulled Fang Ling's arm and said to Fang Ling with a hint of coquettishness in his eyes.

Fang Ling was about to speak when he saw four black clouds flying straight towards him from a mountain in the distance. When the black cloud approached, he saw that it was four big black eagles. On each black eagle, there was a nine-level Qi training monk in a black robe standing. The foundation-building monk who rushed in front glanced at Fang Ling, and then a trace of seriousness appeared on his face.

From the exploration of the spiritual sense just now, he not only did not see the depth of the person, but also felt that there was a broad momentum on the person who came to him, as if he was as broad as the ocean. With a straight face, he clasped his fists on the Black Hawk and said, "Lu Le, a disciple of the Qianzhu Sect, please ask me what's wrong with my Qianzhu Sect?"

Fang Ling smiled and then threw the black jade slip to Lu Le. Lu Le used his spiritual sense to scan the jade slip, his face changed, and then looked at Fang Ling with an extremely respectful look. He flew down from the black eagle and knelt respectfully and said: "Lu Le greets Fang Zhenren, Fang Zhenren Jin An. Please wait for Zhenren Fang, and I will report to the leader now."

While speaking, he said to his three companions: "This is Senior Fang, the newly promoted Jindan Zhenren of our Qianzhu Sect. Please greet me well and I will report to the deacon." The other three people's faces changed suddenly, and they looked at Fang Ling's face, and they all became respectful and hot. (To be continued...)
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