Chapter 117 See

Mo Yufeng pulled Gan Ping forward in a hurry. Along the way, he saw Mo Yufeng's disciples bowing in a hurry. Mo Yufeng looked worried and ignored the greetings of these disciples. All the way to the square in front of the hall, there was no one in front of the Dihuo Hall at this time. Before the time when the elixir was distributed, those disciples would not come to Mingyunfeng. At present, this time was the time for the disciples of the Dihuo Hall to do their daily homework. On the huge square, there were only two people, Mo Zhenfeng and Gan Ping.

When he walked to the center, Mo Minfeng stopped in a hurry and let go of Gan Ping's hand. Standing there, his face was gloomy as if he was thinking about something. Gan looked at his master calmly, and he knew that Mo Jingfeng was thinking about it. In the end, Mo Congfeng showed a fierce face. Go and go. What's the big deal? He reached out and grabbed Gan Ping's wrist, but he didn't expect to grab it empty. Mo Congfeng couldn't help looking at Gan Ping in surprise.

At this time, it was noon, and the warm sun was scattered on the empty square in front of the hall. Gan Ping looked up at the tall Mo Minfeng with a beautiful little face in white clothes. "Master, if it's difficult, don't go. I'll ask the boundless master again. I think he has another way." Looking at the little face full of hope and bitterness barely squeezed out a smile in the sun, Mo Zhenfeng's heart couldn't help moving, "Really, I'm not in a hurry. I think Linger can wait."

Mo Shufeng looked at this beautiful face in the sun and couldn't help being slightly moved, "What nonsense are you talking about? You don't know anything about this. I also know that the second brother has other methods, but I'm sure this is definitely the best. Put Linger's soul into the nine-grade heart lotus to warm up. If you get Wenleichi Lingquan to nourish the body, your little fiancee can step into the fairy road with you and fly together. Don't you know?"

At this moment, Gan Ping found that this tall figure was so magnificent in the sun. Because he was wary everywhere, Gan Ping did not have any sense of belonging to this Miao Chengzong, and even once had the idea of turning to another door. But at this moment, Gan Ping really felt a kind of warm warmth, and he did regard this Miao Chengzong as his home in his heart.

Mo Zhenfeng couldn't help pulling up Gan Ping, waved the sleeve of the robe, and a cloud was displayed out of thin air. It was the temporary transportation tool temporarily produced by Mo Zhenfeng with great mana. It is possible to make such intangible material affairs into a walking tool with great mana. Although it is temporary, Mo Lianfeng's cultivation and refining methods are also amazing. The two masters and apprentices stepped on the clouds, and the white cloud flew to the sky.

Mo Congfeng is not without other means of transportation. If the Gengjin sword is unparalleled into a huge flying sword, the Miao Cuifeng will arrive in an instant. It's just that this time, there is a request for people. That kind of arrogant and domineering look can't be revealed. Mo Congfeng knows the temperament of the person he wants, so this is the only way to do. What's more, he was about to take this time to sort out his thoughts. Although his cultivation was already the realm of the yuanshen, Mo Congfeng was still a little uneasy when he thought of the person he was going to see.

The master and apprentice had their own thoughts all the way and soon came to the green peak. Gan Ping has only heard of the name of the female disciple in the future. This micronificial peak is a hidden place for women in the sect. Any man enters rigorously. Even if she is looking for someone, the female disciple who has to guard the mountain can only come down to see it. She can't enter it at all.

The clouds on the mountain are covered with flowers and trees. Perhaps the female disciples like to take on these flowers and plants. The vegetation of this green peak are much more prosperous than other peaks. There are several female disciples in several vermilion octagonal pavilions halfway up the peak, but the top of the mountain is It is not the hall imagined by Gan Ping, but rows of slightly simple houses, which look like a village in the mountains. The strange flowers and grasses in the mountains are blooming. Among them, the kind and lovely little animal of the monkey, the rabbit and the deer is playing in it, and there are also a few red-roofed and iron-tailed white cranes dancing in it, with a peaceful and comfortable atmosphere.

Mo Congfeng stood at the head of the cloud and looked at this beautiful mountain that had not been seen in a hundred years. He couldn't help but hesitate a little. She hasn't seen it for a hundred years. Is she okay?

Pressing the cloud and falling halfway up the mountain, the two were looking around, and a woman's rebuke came from the pavilion in front of them, "Who are you? How dare you break into Meocuifeng without knowing the rules of the sect? Go back quickly!" Gan Ping was slightly stunned and looked at Zhang, a female disciple in a light yellow dress in the pavilion, who looked at him angrily. This female disciple was also quite beautiful. Although she was not as beautiful as Yuanting and Ning Ziling, she had a spicy taste.

Before Mo Minfeng made a sound, the sound of obstruction came from behind the woman in yellow, "Whisper, you step back!" The girl, who was called a whisper, looked at the two reluctantly and obediently retreated to the back. At this time, the speaker flashed out, and Gan Ping fixed his eyes. The visitor was quite tall, dressed in white and white, and his eyes were like spring water, which was better than the two women of Fang Ning. What surprised Gan Ping more was that he could not see the cultivation of the woman in front of him. You should know that since Gan Ping practiced the real decision of Binghuo Rongyuan, the spiritual power of this pair of eyes has risen sharply. Even the cultivation of one or two levels higher than Gan Ping can be found out. Now I can't see this woman's cultivation, which means that she has reached more than the middle of Jindan? Looking at the faint fluctuation of spiritual power on her body, it may be the top cultivation of the golden elixir.

The woman Tingting walked to the two of them and saluted, "Disciple Wan Lin paid a visit to Uncle Mo." It turned out that he knew Mo Shufeng. Mo Shufeng saw that she not only smiled and said, "I didn't expect that the crying little girl in those years is now also the cultivation of the realm of Jindan. Let me see, well, I almost can enter the realm of Jindan's perfection..." After thinking about it, Mo Yufeng touched a blue crystal throw. In the past, "This real essence of the earth is my travel, and it's not very useful. Just give it to you, this little girl. It won't take long for you to reach the realm of golden elixir." Wan Lin couldn't help but be surprised when she heard the words and quickly catch the real essence of the ground.

The heaven and earth accommodates all things. There are countless stars outside the vast sky, which contain a large number of rare things. The same is true of the earth. Since there is a fire rushing out, there is naturally a spiritual spring flowing. The true essence of this earth is the essence condensed for thousands of years in the underground spiritual spring. It is extremely rare for monks with water attributes, and it is only Only with Mo Jianfeng's cultivation can he enter the bottomless abyss and collect such treasures.

Wan Lin took over this piece of water and couldn't help laughing into two crescent moons. She thanked sweetly, "Thank you, Uncle Mo!" Looking at the smile of the girl in front of him, Mo Lianfeng couldn't help sighing. She hadn't seen the little girl's moon-like eyes for more than a hundred years. Now her smile is still the same. So, are you okay?

"Wan Lin, where is your senior sister Wan Fang? Why didn't you see her come out?" Mo Congfeng was not in a hurry. He stood here and chatted with Wan Lin. He had been waiting for more than a hundred years and didn't care about this. Ah, my sister, she has been in the perfect state of Jindan for three years, and then went to the back mountain to retreat. Although Wan Lin just looked serious in front of those female disciples, now she stands in front of Mo Congfeng with a smile like a little girl.

More than a hundred years ago, Uncle Mo often came to visit Miancuifeng. At that time, he liked to play with Uncle Mo very much, but later, for some reason, Uncle Mo never came again. The master issued a ban again, strictly prohibiting male disciples to enter Miancuifeng. Even the elders were not qualified to come in. At that time, Wan Lin was still young and didn't know what was going on. When she asked her sister Wan Fang, Wan Fang couldn't say anything. Now, of course, she was very happy to see Uncle Mo again. Wouldn't the master be happy? Although Wan Lin has been practicing for more than a hundred years, because she has been practicing and interacts with outsiders, her mind is still as simple as a little girl. Hearing that Mo Congfeng wanted his master, he happily reported the aftermath.

Mo Lianfeng stood in the mountains with Gan Ping and looked at the stacked green peaks. He couldn't help sighing in his heart. It's been a hundred years, and there is no sound. Will you see me?