003 See the deceased again

There is a strange bird flying in the sky, with a crane head, chicken body and eagle wings. Throwing a thing, Qingjia took it in his hand and gently displayed the scroll for a letter. Qingjia frowned and said to himself, "Don't say it earlier."

Although Yang Zifan wanted to peek at what was written in the letter, his body was limited, so he could only sit on the ground in a daze and asked, "What is written on it?"

"Let's go to North Mengjiao." Qingjia looked south and said.

"Ah! Didn't you mean to wait here?"

"People have left first."

"Who has such a shelf?" Yang Zifan shouted and was picked up by Qingjia again like a chicken.

"Hey, wait, just go, there's something big going on in North Mengjiao..."

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Yang Zifan was very depressed and didn't want to be mixed with any treasure, but he was pulled away by a fairy.

He gritted his teeth, he closed his eyes and meditated, and he shouted loudly.

So Qingjia sealed his mouth with a ban.

So when the two appeared over a lush forest, Yang Zifan could only stare dryly.

"Are you still shouting?" Qingjia looked at him with a smile.

Shake your head.

"You can't say anything, what are you shouting about? What nonsense." Yang Zifan thought secretly, with a smiling face.

"That's not bad." Qingjia was very satisfied with his performance and stroked his hand.

Yang Zifan was able to speak again, but the prohibition on his body was still tightly bound, which made people very unhappy. He looked around and asked, "Where is Beimengjiao?"

"Ye." Qingjia pointed to the northeast.

There is a black mountain, rising from the ground and standing in the sky, which is incompatible with the surrounding forests.

Yang Zifan touched his nose, and his extremely sensitive consciousness sensed that there were many monks around the peak, and these breaths were mixed with a special smell.

"How did you notice it?" Qingjia seems to smile.

"It's not a mortal thing." Yang Zifan's first feeling was like this: "It's not your immortals."

"The boy has a strange nose." Qingjia was slightly surprised. He could perceive such a weak breath, but after all, Yang Zifan's cultivation was still very low, which shows that his cultivation was special.

"Can you do me a favor?" Yang Zifan looked at the dark mountain and felt a little uneasy and said to Qingjia seriously.

"Help? You can talk about it." Qingjia looked at him in surprise and didn't expect him to make a request.

"I'm going to meet someone in North Mengjiao."

"Do you think I will promise you?" Qingjia held his hands, and the fairy spirit on his body rippled. If Yang Zifan's cultivation had not been greatly improved, I'm afraid he would not have been able to stand the pressure brought by immortality.

"You will agree." Yang Zifan stared into Qingjia's eyes. Generally speaking, he had a good impression of this fairy, and along the way, Yang Zifan gradually believed that he was not malicious to himself.

"I won't take action."

The light in Yang Zifan's eyes moved Qingjia's heart slightly. It was a firm and stubborn look. If he didn't agree, he would fight with himself. It's really hard to explain to that person.

"That's natural." Yang Zifan changed a bright smile on his face and showed a row of neat white teeth.

Qingjia shook his head and pinched his fingerprints. The spirit of immortality on his body disappeared and became a mortal breath. Yang Zifan was surprised to see his method and only clapped his hands.

"Let's go!" Qingjia is too lazy to pay attention to his beard.

"I can't find people like a chicken." Yang Zifan blinked his eyes and had the idea of getting an inch.

The green armor fingertip moved again, and Yang Zifan immediately became turbulent again. He stood on his eyebrows and jumped on the clouds.

Qingjia said, "Don't run away."

"Can I run?" Yang Zifan squinted, looked at the breath of a large monk floating under the dark mountain peak in the distance, and took a deep breath and said, "Let's go."

North Mengjiao, an extremely ordinary peak in the northeast of the mainland of China ten thousand years ago, only because Hongjun's ancestors sat here and became one of the wonderful peaks in the mainland of China. There are also rumors that there are several magic weapons left by Hongjun's ancestors in North Mengjiao, but this rumor suddenly appeared heresy a year ago.

The masters of various cultivation sects in the mainland of China almost sensed the smell of treasure from North Mengjiao at the same time, so a new round of treasure exploration began.

The last collective treasure exploration campaign was thousands of years ago. The best treasure that appeared at that time was the Ziyang bottle, which was captured by the Tianyuan faction and played a pivotal role in the Taoist demon campaign. At that time, the treasure was a treasure left by an ordinary fairy.

And now it is indeed the treasure of Hongjun's ancestors.

The ancestor of Hongjun is the master of Taishang Laojun, Yuanshi Tianzun and Tongtian Master. He can be called the ancestor of immortals. Naturally, the things left by such a large group of people in the world are amazing. Therefore, even the head of the Tianyuan School went down the mountain to bring two elders of the Tianyuan School. The first sect of immortal cultivation in China is still the same. What's more, other sects naturally went out, leaving only a few gatekeepers at the mountain gate.

When Yang Zifan and Qingjia came over North Mengjiao, they were shocked and saw all kinds of flags floating densely in the virgin forest under North Mengjiao Mountain.

Sangxian School, Laojun School, Woniu Mountain, White Tiger School, Fairy Sword School...

Yang Zifan has never thought that the world of cultivation is so wonderful, and there are so many sects, which is really eye-opening.

"Lord Qingjia, how many people do you think there are under here?"

Qingjia frowned. I'm afraid he hasn't been in contact with so many mortal monks for a long time.

"more than 10,000."

"This..." Yang Zifan shook his head and didn't understand that a treasure was robbed like this? There is no such thing as treasure in his concept.

Fighting depends on strength, not magic weapon.

Yang Zifan always thinks so, which is very different from the monks.

"The things of Hongjun's ancestors are naturally worth it." Qingjia said lightly.

"People's things are not their own. What's the use of using them? This is the reason for fighting." Yang Zifan raised his fist.

Qingjia laughed and said, "Kid, you are still too young."

"I have never used any magic weapon." Yang Zifan said disapprovingly. He looked around and found the location of the Tianyuan faction. He was happy and said happily, "I found it. Let's go."

Qingjia was stunned by Yang Zifan's words, and a strange color flashed in his eyes. He was awakened by Yang Zifan's voice and fell with him.

The two are extremely cultivated, and it is naturally impossible to be found by other monks along the way. What's more, all the monastic forces gathered here in the mainland of China. It is not surprising that some people fly around in the sky.

So, the two fell outside the Tianyuan faction camp in a low-key tone.

The garrison of the Tianyuan faction is adjacent to Xuantianmen and Tianning Temple.

The two avenues are unified, and a large Buddha sect is located in the front near the region where the treasures of North Mengjiao fluctuate, which is the strength of strength and a symbol of status.

Several wooden houses, a battalion commander, constitute the residence of the Tianyuan faction, which is far away from other luxurious sects.

conforms to the pure and incompetual Taoist heart.

Qingjia looks quite admiring.

Yang Zifan walked in front of him, and he didn't mind. When he arrived in front of Tianyuan's camp, two little Taoist priests in white blocked their way.

"What's the matter with the two Taoist friends here?" One of the handsome Taoist priests asked politely.

Yang Zifan smiled and said, "Can you introduce the head of the Tianyuan School?"

The little Taoist priest was stunned for a moment. No one would worship the mountain gate like this, but it was good that he was smart and could speak well and said politely, "What kind of Taoist friends are?"

Yang Zifan squinted at the camp, turned around and arched his hand and said, "I am also a disciple of the Tianyuan School, named Yang Zifan."

The two little Taoist priests scratched their heads when they heard the name. They thought they had never heard of the name. They looked at each other. The disciple, who had been speechless, hurried to the camp. The handsome little Taoist priest smiled and said, "Brother, please wait a moment again."

When Qingjia saw this scene, he joked, "Kid, the master doesn't recognize you."

Yang Zifan didn't expect his reputation to be so low, so he said helplessly, "I'm low-key and I can't help it."

"Kid, how did you practice your face? I heard that you are very honest and honest. After seeing you, this thing seems to be gone at all. Qingjia was very strange. This was also the truth. So many things happened that Yang Zifan did not change, but he put the kindness and honestness in his heart and would not easily show it.

Yang Zifan was stunned, grabbed his head with some surprise and said, "Who did you hear?"

Qingjia said, "You are much more famous outside than Shimen."

What he said naturally refers to the fairyland. Yang Zifan was even more surprised. He didn't know whether he should be happy or troubled by such a fact.

It's not a fun thing for immortals to stare at it.

While talking, someone came out of the camp.

Yang Zifan looked sideways and saw the little Taoist priest come out with a well-known handsome man. He was not someone else but an old friend Mingyue, whom he had not seen for a long time.

Emy? Friends?

It's hard to say.

"It's you!"

"It's you!"

The dialogue between the two is surprisingly consistent.

Yang Zifan found it very interesting.

Mingyue didn't expect it to be Yang Zifan.

"Long time no see."

"You have turned white."

The conversation between the two made the two little Taoist priests confused. I don't know how Uncle Mingyue is very different from usual.

Qingjia looked at the little boy and stood aside, because Mingyue had pulled out the sword behind him, which was an extremely ordinary iron sword without any aura.

"Don't!" Yang Zifan spread out his hands.

The sword of the bright moon has been waving out, and Zhenyuan has begun to gather.

It seems that you can't fight.

Yang Zifan shook his head helplessly. Now he can see that the bright moon has reached the cultivation of the Yuanying period.

The crisp sound of the sword body.

The two little Taoist priests were shocked and said, "Jiechen Seven." This is Uncle Mingyue's unique skill. How can he use such a trick when he sees a man named Yang Zifan? Do they have a grudge?

Yang Zifan narrowed his eyes and observed the power contained in the sword and praised: "It's so bold."