Although it's a bit embarrassing to say this, it's actually pretty good.

Yue Chongxiu said that walking is a real walking. The group of people and hundreds of Ming Taoists began to measure the earth with their feet.

As Mount Hua gets closer, the number of people I meet on the road begins to increase.

As guests of the Jinjian Sect, Fang Ling and others naturally don’t need to pay attention to anyone they encounter. Yue Chongxiu and others will do things properly.

Although it was a walk, the road of thousands of miles was only two hours for Fang Ling and others.

Two hours later, a giant mountain towering into the clouds was reflected in front of Fang Ling and others.

Fang Ling is not unfamiliar with this mountain. He came to this mountain back then!

No, Fang Ling now doubted whether the people he brought to the mountain back then was this mountain. Although the mountain looked like a flower from afar, in fact, this flower is much bigger than what he had seen in the past.

Although it is dangerous to fly as a sacred mountain, Fang Ling is still allowed to fly above the void.

He stood in the void a hundred feet high, looking at the Huashan Mountain, which was invisible, but his form was no different from what he saw back then, but Fang Ling really didn't know how to describe the current Mount Exiyue.

It was too big, and there was a vast aura that enveloped the sacred mountain. Before his spiritual sense could fly out, it was directly suppressed by this strange aura.

Falling from the void, Fang Ling still wanted to step forward, but the tour map in his heart had not yet been unfolded. Whether he could enter and exit Mount Hua is the key to this tour map.

"Brother Fang, it's dangerous to move forward!" Yue Chongxiu grabbed Fang Ling and said to Fang Ling in a deep voice.

Just as Fang Ling was about to ask, he saw a ray of light flying straight from afar.

The light looked like a silver fish on the outside, and it was ten times faster than the Dharma boat that Fang Ling and the others called when they came.

Looking at the fish-like thing, Fang Ling's mind suddenly saw the words of the Nascent Soul Cultivator of the Golden Sword Sect a while ago. Beyond the Western Mountain, there is the existence of the Yuanmagnetic Magnet of Heaven and Earth, and the Flying Sword of the Dharma Boat. If you are not careful, you will be included in the sacred mountain.

So they had already started walking thousands of miles away, and now they actually drove the Dharma boat here.

"He is a disciple of Wuji Sect!" someone said in surprise. The voice was filled with envy, jealousy, and a hint of fear.

Fang Ling ignored the person who spoke. Instead, he continued to look at the treasure like silverfish. He saw that the treasure had flew more than fifty miles before he stopped.

Yue Chongxiu looked at the disciples of Wuji Sect who stopped in front of him and frowned. Chu Chongliang, who was standing beside him, said in a deep voice: "Senior Brother, this is the territory of our Jinjian Sect. Wuji Sect used to be on the west side, but now they are in front of us..."

After waved his hand, Yue Chongxiu signaled that junior brother not to continue talking. After the people from the Wuji Sect stood up, he said in a deep voice: "Let's go there for a little longer."

The place Yue Chongxiu refers to is a small hill. Judging from the location of that small hill, it just happens to be very different from the people of Wuji Sect.

However, after being staggered, the position of the Golden Sword Sect appears to be more biased than before.

Naturally, no one in the Jinjian Sect opposed Yue Chongxiu's words, and neither did the guests led by Master Mu.

Not only do they not object, many people leave very quickly, and they are also afraid that they will be kept if they leave a little more.

"The Wuji Sect is a major sect in our Xiyue area. Their founder is Wuji Daojun, a Taoist lord who is said to have been famous for many years." The voice of a low introduction fell into Fang Ling's ears.

The person who spoke was a man in his forties with a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek with Taoist cultivation. He was also a raw stone master invited by the Jinjian Sect, but with Fang Ling's rapturous sun, there was really no place for him to show.

There is a Taoist king as the backstage, no wonder he is so awesome. Fang Ling glanced at those people and followed Yue Chongxiu.

His purpose this time was to get into the Xiyue Divine Mountain. Whether Wuji Sect is rampant or not has nothing to do with him.

At this time, Yue Chongxiu stepped forward to Fang Ling and said, "Brother Fang, it's time to use your raw stone art. Look, when the tides of the Huashan Mountain Heaven and Earth come, where can you swallow the most raw stones within a radius of hundreds of miles?"

Where did I spit the most rough stones? How could I know this?

But when Fang Ling's words didn't know came to his mouth, he suddenly realized that he was a master of raw stones.

In addition to judging whether there are treasures in the raw stone, he also has an important responsibility, which is to find the raw stone spiritual veins!

If Fang Ling told Yue Chongxiu, it would not be a very difficult problem to kill and bury wherever he was.

But he really couldn't do this by asking him to find the spiritual veins and determine where there were many raw stones sprayed and where there were good quality sprayed.

Fang Ling was not under much pressure to check the level of the raw stones when Yue Chongxiu checked the level of the raw stones. The key was that Master Mu and a few others were there.

At this time, he naturally didn't want to say that I didn't know, so after hesitating, he pretended to say, "Let me calculate it."

In the past, when he was a tour guide, Fang Ling could almost see several masters who were guided by immortals in every scenic spot. When he was fine, he had talked to the masters a few times. Although it was not possible to let the masters in blood guide the immortals, it was difficult for Fang Ling to perform the expressions of those masters.

So he pretended to scan the surrounding world a few times, and then used the method of shrinking the ground to inch to constantly measure the surrounding world around him and others.

His attitude makes people know that Master Fang is deducing important things at a glance, so don’t bother you.

In fact, Fang Ling really didn't see anything about where to spray more rough stones.

As we were walking, many people began to come from all directions. Most of these people were Taoist-level existences, and occasionally some Nascent Soul monks could be seen.

However, these Nascent Soul cultivators obviously come to gain insight, and are not as good as those Taoists staring at the huge Western Mountains one by one.

These people came in groups, and there were also casual cultivators. As these people gathered, the air around them suddenly became tense.

"This radius of ten miles is from our Tonglang Mountain. If anyone dares to enter this radius of ten miles, he will be unable to get along with my Tonglang Mountain."

"Hmph, Iron Wolf King, you said this is from your Tonglang Mountain, and it is from your Tonglang Mountain! I also said that this is from our Golden Knife Valley?"

"My man, I think it's easy to discuss such a large territory. Otherwise, practice will not be easy. If you fall here, I feel a little reluctant!"

Fang Ling had no time to pay attention to such a messy situation at this time. What he was thinking about now was how to give Yue Chongxiu an answer.

Are they waiting for him to ask for an answer?

Fang Ling sighed and finally decided to tell Yue Chongxiu that when he was not very good at studying this aspect, he felt a surging sword intent coming from the void.

This sword intent was extremely violent, and it was not attacking one person, but pressing towards everyone.

In the first place, some people who were already arguing, even some people who had already started to fight, held back their movements under the pressure of the sword intent.

There was a hint of anger in many people's eyes, but more people flashed directly toward the sword intent.

In just a moment, hundreds of miles of open space were cleared out.

As Yue Chongxiu's face changed, he clasped his fists into the void and said, "Brother Zhong Dao, it's always good if he hasn't seen each other for many days."

In the Jinjian Sect, Yue Chongxiu has always been a proud person, but now, he is holding his fists into the void, and his words are even more pleasing.

And with his words, dozens of figures came across the earth dozens of miles away. One of the tall men who walked into the middle smiled boldly and said, "Yue Chongxiu, you guy hasn't seen you for a long time."

"Hehe, I can't tell that your cultivation is a little better than before!"

"My progress is not as good as Brother Zhong. You are one step behind that. You are the top 100 people in the Qiankun Wandao List."

Yue Chongxiu quickly stepped forward and quickly met the people walking towards him.

"It's Zhong Tiejian of Taibai Sword Sect. No wonder he is so domineering?" A disciple of the Jinjian Sect said with envy and a hint of resentment.

"Be careful when speaking. Zhong Tiejian and our senior brother are still a little intimate. Don't be able to do anything and mess up the matter."

"This time Taibai Sword Sect is coming. Maybe we can get the east wind of Taibai Sword Sect and move in."

"If you can be next to Taibai Sword Sect, you can always pick some good things."

Zhong Tiejian and Yue Chongxiu said a few words, then walked side by side in the direction of Fang Ling and the others. Although everyone around had already dodged, Zhong Tiejian still did not put away his sword intent.

The violent aura still rushed by!

Fang Ling had no good impression of the disciples of Taibai Sword Sect, but he was unwilling to offend him. So he just stood among the people of the Golden Sword Sect, staring at the Taibai Sword Sect who was like a crane of a flock of chickens.

Just as he was about to turn his gaze to the extremely vast Xiyue Divine Mountain again, an uncomfortable thought suddenly arose in his heart.

Before he could tell what was going on, a golden mouse the size of a fist appeared strangely in front of him.

The mouse kept hovering around him, and his mouth kept screaming.

If you talk about this mouse, it can be called cute, but at this moment, the moment the mouse came closer, Fang Ling felt a bad feeling in his heart. (To be continued.)
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