The mountain wind blew the clouds and mist, and the scenery seemed to be a little better than before.

But Fang Ling's mood was not very good at this time. Hua Shuying, or should be called her the God Concubine, her choice was to continue to stay in Zhenhuan Palace.

Zhenhuan Palace is my home. This sentence blocked everything Fang Ling wanted to say into his stomach.

He is not an indecisive person, but at this moment, he really doesn't know what he should do. He is still the same as he was back then, and Hua Shuying is no longer the Hua Shuying of the past.

On the mountain road outside Zhenhuan Palace, countless Zhenhuan Palace monks looked at Fang Ling. They all knew the identity of the visitor. They were not only awe, but also respectful.

There are even people who secretly make up their minds to become people like Fang Ling in the future.

After rolling up the clouds and mist, Fang Ling disappeared among the mountains. As the ancestor of Zhenhuan Palace, Zhenhuan Fairy raised her defense.

In Hua Shuying's cave, when the Zhenhua Fairy came, Hua Shuying was still sitting at the small table, her eyes remaining on the leaving teacup.

Half an hour ago, Fang Ling sat here and savored the cloud tea she had brewed.

"You did a very good job." Fairy Zhenhuan glanced at Hua Shuying and said with a hint of admiration in his words.

Hua Shuying did not look up, she said lightly: "Thank you for your praise from Uncle Master, but I just want to calm down now, ww∽w., please return for the time being."

In Zhenhuan Palace, the Zhenhuan Fairy is a heavenly being. Although Hua Shuying is a Nascent Soul Cultivator, she will still be punished when talking to her like this.

But now, the Zhenhuan Fairy just sighed and said, "You should understand that this is the best for you and him."

"The passage shines on the sky. Killing and replenishing the path, and the great disaster is coming. You must do it yourself."

Fairy Zhenhuan left, Hua Shuying stood up from the stone table, and she stepped into the deep cave, leaving only the cup of tea and two drops of moistness that were about to disappear on the stone table.

A city, this is Fang Ling’s feeling about his current location. Busy pedestrians are walking on the street.

Fang Ling was sitting on the street at this moment, staring at the pedestrian who was like flowing water, and placed a pot of wine and two dishes in front of him.

The spicyest wine is actually meaningless to Fang Ling, whose cultivation has reached the middle stage of the Nascent Soul stage. The reason why he wants to drink it is just that at this moment he wants to use this wine to adjust the taste in his mouth.

The moment Fang Ling drank a glass of wine, his spiritual consciousness moved. Because at this moment, the breath of a Jindan real person appeared in his spiritual consciousness.

Although she was a cultivator who had just entered the Golden Pill, and this Golden Pill True Person had used all her magic power to cover up her breath. However, her cover-up was of no use to Fang Ling.

This man looked cautious and seemed to be deliberately avoiding something. Fang Ling was not very interested in this person who should have come to him unintentionally, so he continued to drink his own wine.

The Jindan Zhenren was a man in his thirties, wearing the most ordinary warrior clothes. In order to make himself more like a warrior, he even wore a knife on his body.

An ordinary Pure Knife.

The man dared not use his spiritual sense. After looking around carefully, he sat down at a window.

Like Fang Ling, he ordered a pot of wine and two dishes and sat down slowly, but judging from his appearance, he should be waiting for someone.

Fang Ling had no time to pay attention to him. As he drank the wine, Fang Ling's heart gradually became refreshed.

Hua Shuying, the first person he met who truly cares about himself when he came to this world. Over the years, he has made Hua Shuying one of his main goals in his cultivation.

Now, although he has the ability to fulfill his promise, Hua Shuying has already had another choice.

He didn't like this choice in his heart, but in the end he chose to respect it. After all, Hua Shuying had already regained her former memory.

In the future, live for yourself!

Fang Ling, who picked up the wine glass, was about to ask for another pot of wine when he felt a monk at the top of the foundation building step upstairs sneakily.

The man was looking around at the beginning. When he saw the Jindan monk sitting by the window, a hint of excitement appeared on his face.

He quickly came to the side of the Jindan monk and laughed: "Brother Meng, I'm late!"

The Jindan monk was stunned by the three words "Meng Er Ge" and then laughed and said, "Brother Yang, please sit down."

The foundation-building monk had just sat firmly, and the Golden Pill monk called Meng Er Ge poured him wine. However, at this time, Fang Ling's mind came from the golden elixir monk using the means of transmitting the voice to secretly, "Have you brought everything?"

"Second brother is such a good wine." The foundation-building monk, known as Brother Yang, drank the wine in the cup in one gulp, and then said in a deep voice: "It's all done."

A hint of joy appeared on the second brother Meng's face. Just as he was about to speak, someone laughed and said, "I didn't expect that the mountain guardian of the Cainu Sect would become a man. It's really unexpected!"

There is a teasing smell in these words.

Hearing this, the second brother Meng suddenly stood up from the seat. He glared at the brother Yang and said angrily: "You actually betrayed me!"

The Yang brother quickly retreated at this time, but the second brother Meng, who was known as the guardian of the Cainumen Mountain Gate, slapped his small Qiankun bag and dozens of long black needles, stabbed his brother Yang.

As a foundation-building monk, it is not easy to save his life under the attack of the Jindan real person.

What's more, this Jindan Zhenren hated him so much that when he took action, he was the strongest attack method.

It is said that at this time, Brother Yang, as a foundation-building monk, should have struggled desperately, but the Brother Yang stood there quietly without any rush.

It was like the rushing needle light, not targeting him at all.

In a blink of an eye, the needle light had already arrived in front of Brother Yang, but at this moment, a blue light rushed up from Brother Yang.

"Dimen-level spirit talisman!" The second brother Meng shouted in surprise, and didn't care about his flying needles. He fell to the bottom of the restaurant.

Fang Ling's heart was filled with praise for the second brother Meng's choice. When he entered the restaurant, he was in a bad mood, so he gathered his mind.

When the man was talking, Fang Ling let go of his mind. With Fang Ling's cultivation, as long as he let go of his mind, everything around him could naturally be hidden from his spiritual sense.

Through his spiritual sense, Fang Ling found that the restaurant was surrounded by people. Not only were there four Jindan real people waiting, Fang Ling even sensed the breath of a Nascent Soul Ancestor ten miles away.

The mountain gate guardian of Cainumen!

Fang Ling looked at the second brother Meng and thought to himself that this person should not be able to escape. If it were in the past, Fang Ling might have saved someone because he had some friendship with the Cainu Sect. Will he be there now? But he has no interest at all.

What does life and death have to do with people from the Cainu Sect?

The moment Brother Meng landed, a yellow net bag rose from the ground and rolled it straight towards him.

Brother Meng was shocked when he saw the net pocket, but then he saw his hands activate. A small green banner appeared in his hands.

As he shook the banner hard, a green cloud met the yellow net bag.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Meng Er Ge flew out towards the west of the restaurant. Since he couldn't walk down, Meng Er Ge chose to move.

His choice is not right, but now, I can only say that the opponent he met is too strong. Before he could fly out of the restaurant, a blue rope had already wrapped around him.

Before he could use other means, he fell to the ground like a rice dumpling.

"It is also your blessing to be taken by the Dragon Capture of Old Ancestor Jin Chen. I didn't expect that you, a man, would be the guardian of the mountain gate of the Cainu Sect." With a hint of sarcasm, a sound came from the restaurant as someone appeared.

This man looks in his twenties. Although he is wearing a Taoist robe, I don’t know if it is trimmed, which gives people a flowing feeling.

Meng Qing snorted, "Li Mingdao, since it has fallen on you group of lackeys from the Heavenly Sect, you want to kill and cut them. Give me some fun, don't talk nonsense here!"

"It is also an easy thing to be happy. As long as Meng Qing, you tell me the whereabouts of Yi Ziling of the Cainu Sect, I can give you a happy moment now."

When Li Mingdao said this, he smiled coldly and said, "I'll let Brother Meng have a good time, but I'm responsible for a lot of things!"

"Originally, my ancestor gave me ten corrosive insects, just to punish me. I believe Brother Meng doesn't want me to use these corrosive insects!"

The three words "corrosive insects" changed Meng Qing's face. He then smiled and said, "I heard that corrosive insects are difficult to refine, and users still need to be contaminated with the flesh and blood of their relatives in order to train corrosive insects."

"Li Mingdao, could you, a corrosive insect, have you refined it with Ling Zun's body?"

Li Mingdao's expression became extremely ferocious. He glanced at Meng Qing coldly, and then said fiercely: "Since you are seeking death, don't blame me for being ruthless."

As he spoke, he activated his hands, and ten insects with the size of a fingernail and with the smell of decay flew out of a jade bottle.

Although the insect was small, its blood-stained eyes flashed with a fierce and greedy light. The moment it flew out, a bug flew towards Meng Qing, while the other bugs flew towards the customers in the store.

Obviously, Li Mingdao was about to kill all the drinkers in the hotel.

Fang Ling was not far from where Meng Qing fell to the ground, and a corrosive insect flew towards his head as soon as it flew out.

Obviously, the corrosive insect was preparing to suck Fang Ling's flesh and blood directly.

At this moment, even if Fang Ling was unwilling to meddle in other people's business, he had to take action. Although the corroding insect could not do anything to him, he was unwilling to let the hateful insects get contaminated on him.

The finger flicked, and a blue light directly knocked the corrosive insect flying towards him into pieces.

ps: Thank you for your support from brothers. I will add another chapter today. I hope you can watch it with great success! Hold your fists!
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