"Although I have obtained the certificate at this time and can already go to hand over, I will still be able to recuperate my injuries..."

The replacement of the old and new is endorsed by the World Alliance, and the possibility of something going on is very small, but Fang Yuan still decided to restore his strength first. After all, in the world of big work, only his extraordinary person is the capital to speak!

In the inn, he directly booked a yard and sat cross-legged in the wing room to absorb the energy of heaven and earth and repair the body.

In the real dream, a trace of divine essence dispersed, explored into the dark, captured the majestic power from the endless void, transformed the mercury-like dream essence, and began to restore the three divine swords in the Eight Gate Sword Formation.

"The three swords self-destruct, and it takes a lot of dream energy to recover. Fortunately, there is no difficulty in condensing before, otherwise I might have vomited blood..."

Fang Yuan looked at the blue force at the core of the Eight Gate Sword Formation, but shook his head.

If you use this resource, you can certainly recover immediately, but this is to break through the fourth level of the Void Saint, and you cannot easily move it.

Unless you encounter a life-and-death crisis and have to do so, it will be a waste of resources.

At this time, a glimmer flashed in my eyes, and I looked at my attribute bar again:

“Name: Fang Yuan

Essence: 20(42)

Qi:20(42)

God:33(59)

Occupation: Dream Soldier Division

Cultivation: Void Saint (Three Levels), Wu Zong (Four Meridians)

Skills: Giant Eagle Iron Body Skill [Five Levels (50%)], Hundred Poisons Alchemy Body [One Refining], Eight Gate Sword Formation [Four Swords (99%)]

Expertise: Medical skills [level 3], implant skills [level 5]”

"I am injured and all kinds of attributes have dropped significantly, but I have recovered for half of them, and the repair will be faster in the future. Not only that... It seems that I am tempered by the crushing of space, and with these practices over time, my Giant Eagle Iron Body Skill has been improved..."

The injury recovers so quickly, perhaps it also has the ability to solidify the attributes.

Fang Yuan's spiritual thought moved and suddenly felt that his golden finger still had great potential to tap.

At this time, I didn't care about it and looked at the Dragon Pearl again.

The materials traded to the World Alliance before were actually nothing, and this is the real gain!

"And... yellow rice is difficult to grow, but it is not certain for me!"

I started my own farming. Although it was a bit difficult to survive when I was working hard, I finally got a base area now. Then I just had a violent soldier and gluttonous food... no! I just improved myself.

Also, what is the extraordinary thing about the Golden Horn Wing Clan that would rather die than protect?

Fang Yuan looked at Jiaozhu quietly.

Although this bead is the essence of his clone, it feels uncontrollable at this time.

Within the pearl, the original golden dragon had been squeezed into the corner, with only a little gray light, foggy, occupying most of the space.

"What is the treasure left by the Saint Changli? The martial arts? The inheritance? The treasure map?"

Through the connection between the dragon inside, Fang Yuan slightly sensed a vast knowledge base, but he could not touch it at this time.

"With my current divine consciousness and cultivation, I want to read the knowledge and memory of the saints. It is too whimsical, and I may even be immersed in it and form schizophrenia..."

No matter how overestimates the saintly power, the Creator is not too much.

But it is not your own style to keep a piece of fat meat.

Fang Yuan thought for a while: "Tianxun: The Changli Saint has something to do with the Dragon Clan. He happened to be attracted by my Dragon Ball. He can use the dragon energy inside to slowly absorb a little bit every day, there is an isolation layer, and then start from the outside and go deeper slowly... This is equivalent to having a teacher teaching by example day and night..."

He relied on his own learning as a dream master. With this treasure at this time, he immediately made up for his shortcomings and felt happy.

...

Sanyangmen.

Bang!

A priceless treasure was thrown on the ground like garbage. A young man in white with a sword eyebrows and a heroic hair blocked the mountain gate and sneered: "You are a small family, and you want to enter my master's path, and dream!"

Opposite, He Qing's face turned red, gritted his teeth, and blue veins on his face bulged.

This young man in white is the great disciple of the Sanyang Sect leader, a spiritual scholar who is open to the secret! In terms of identity and status, it is not comparable to himself now.

Moreover, there seemed to be a hint of jealousy deep in the other person's eyes.

‘He is a spiritual scholar after all, and cannot inherit the mantle of the Sanyang Sect Master. When he saw me coming to become a disciple, he would obstruct him in every way... hateful!’

Although he was full of resentment, He Qing still didn't say a word at this time, bowed and turned around and left.

"It's a pity... If he provokes again, I can give him an unforgettable surprise!"

The young man looked at this scene and his face suddenly became gloomy.

I am extremely talented, but I am a little short of it. I cannot become a dream master or inherit my master's foundation.

Now that I see someone qualified coming, I feel naturally angry and I have to make it so bad.

"After all... I am the master's nephew. I have done some tricks occasionally, but it's nothing... Although He Qing has the qualifications, his foundation is not strong. I will test it on my behalf and have received the master's acquiescence."

He murmured, looking at the dark mountain gate, but unconsciously shuddered behind him.

Deep in the Sanyang Gate, inside the quiet room.

A mysterious light appeared, revealing scenes to a Taoist.

His face was rosy, with three long beards swinging in the wind. At this time, he was as clear as the fire outside, even the nephew's heart.

"The robe and bowl...hehe, but how can you understand the long lifespan of Master Meng? I'm afraid the old Taoist will have to send you all the last ones!"

For the dream master, whether to accept disciples or not, or even the nephew's struggle, is just an interesting seasoning after dinner.

This is the feeling of being high above and looking down at the ants fighting.

But despite this, a trace of displeasure appeared in my heart.

This great apprentice has done something really well, relying on his nephew's identity...

...

"Young Master, what should we do next?"

When the He family and his group left the Sanyang Gate, Manager He asked with fear.

The dream master Shenlong saw his head but not his tail, and he would not communicate more with mortals. The line of Sanyangmen was finally caught up in the family.

But now, just because of a disciple's disturbance, even the Sanyang Zhenren could not see him, so he naturally felt angry.

"What else can I do? I can only wait and ask for opportunities! That young man is just one person, and under the Sanyang Zhenren, he can't stand a single person, right? As long as I can ask for a real person, I will have three chances!"

He Qing smiled bitterly.

As for finding another famous teacher, I didn't even think about it.

Is it really easy to find a dream master and a good inheritance? Even if you have the qualifications, there are many things that don’t get started.

The group was depressed and returned to the Jinyang City mansion.

"Young Master!"

At this time, Xiaoju, the maid waiting by the door, came forward in surprise, as if she had something to say, but when she saw everyone's gloomy faces, she didn't speak for a while.

"What's the matter?"

He Qing barely calmed down and asked.

"It was Mr. Fang Yuanfang last time. He had already settled in Qingyun Inn and sent someone to deliver the message!"

"It's him?!"

He Qing was in a very bad mood, but at this moment he felt a little moved: "Well, prepare for the three-color water gift. I'll go see him. The three of them have the commander. Maybe there will be some solutions!"

This person is also a spiritual scholar, but his cultivation is difficult to determine. It is a path after all.

Moreover, the other party has a wide range of knowledge and may be able to give some other opinions?

...

Qingyun Inn, in the courtyard.

A banyan tree is like a canopy, lush and green.

Fang Yuan wore a thick linen cloth, cooked tea in the shade of the trees, and enjoyed himself.

"Sir, I'm so leisurely, I'm so envious!"

The mist was shrouded in water and the fragrance of tea was faint. He Qing suddenly felt irritable and feared before... all kinds of negative interests were wiped out and he couldn't help but sigh.

At this time, the other party respected Fang Yuan more and directly called him Mr.

"Just a few tricks..."

Fang Yuan sipped in fragrant tea, smiling without saying a word.

In fact, as a dream master, paying more attention to one's own spiritual practice, accompanied by poetry, Dharma wine, tea ceremony, etc. are all ways to purify one's own thoughts.

The same is true for sitting in the tea ceremony.
To be continued...