Chapter 616 The invitation of the Peacock King

Sanling Mountain.

The green mountain peaks, ten miles apart, lingered with a trace of spiritual energy, floating in the endless sea of ​​Tianqin.

The Sanling Mountain Sea Fortress, which accommodates tens of thousands of monks, is like a drop in the ocean compared to the huge sea area.

call out!

On this day, a small sea warship, like a flat shell, flashed with hazy blue light, flew through the air from the depths of the sea and landed above Sanling Mountain.

It is not surprising that most of the sea warships in the inner sea of ​​Tianqin have the ability to fly and escape from the sea.

However, when the sea warship landed on Sanling Mountain, it was not blocked.

On the contrary, on the fortress on the Sanling Mountain Sea, there were soon digital advanced Nascent Soul hearing the news and waiting below.

Soon, four people flew out from the small sea warship.

One of the old scholars in purple robe politely welcomed the other three distinguished guests.

"Hmph, what's good here."

Hu Fei curled his lips, with a slight dissatisfaction, jumped off the warship, full of wildness.

In contrast, Yang Fan and Yun Yuxi fell down together, with no joy or worry on their faces and very calm.

Yang Fan had no good feelings for Sanling Mountain and the "Sanxian Sect".

However, under the soft and hard bubbles and pleas of the old scholar of the purple robe, Yun Yuxi was soft-hearted, and then the old scholar of the purple robe suffered and suffered. After "training" with Hu Fei for several days, Yang Fan nodded quietly to agree.

There is at least one advantage to staying in Sanling Mountain. As long as Shi Yao comes back, she will be able to see her as soon as possible and will not miss the opportunity.

This is also the only reason to convince Yang Fan.

At this moment, when Yang Fan and the other two returned to Sanling Mountain, two rows of high-level cultivators had already stood below, and almost all of the dozen Nascent Soul Powers in Sanling Mountain were present.

The high-ranking people were respectful, not targeting the elders of the sect, but the elegant man who never smiled.

"Waiting for Yuan Zun!!"

Two rows of high-level strong men, with awe-inspiring eyes, saluted Yang Fan together.

"It is our honor to be able to visit Sanling Mountain in person."

One of the old men over 60 said in a trembling voice, apart from respect, there was still a little excitement in their eyes.

I think he has lived for seven or eight hundred years and has reached the Nascent Soul stage, but he has no chance to witness the strongest people in the inner sea with his own eyes.

Other high-level people have similar feelings. There are only a few peak-level strong people in the boundless inner sea. It is really not easy to see one with your own eyes.

Yang Fan was cold in his attitude towards the welcome ceremony of the seniors, nodded slightly, and did not speak.

The old scholar in purple robe quickly placed a cave for the three of them with an elegant and peaceful environment.

Since then, Yang Fan and others have lived in the elegant cave in Sanling Mountain.

Sanling Mountain itself has spiritual veins, and because of the surrounding formations, it is twice as abundant as ordinary places in the inland sea.

Yang Fan did not continue to comprehend the next realm of Xianhong. He mostly spent time consolidating his cultivation, occasionally browsing some ancient books to expand his knowledge and vision.

He didn't know that although he and others did not hear of external things, they still became the focus of discussion among the outside world.

When I learned that the new and strongest people in the inner sea were stationed in this fortress, Sanling Mountain was first filled with excitement, causing a sensation and extremely excited.

Immediately, Sanling Mountain became the focus of the nearby seas and became famous. Countless monks came to visit, and many strong people joined the four major Confucian sects on Sanling Mountain.

Under this circumstance, the Three Sages' Fames increased greatly, surpassing the Saint Confucian Sect, becoming the number one Confucian Sect in the Inner Sea.

In this regard, other Confucian forces did not dare to have any objections, and even came to surrender.

As the elder of the Sanxian Sect, the old Confucian scholar of the purple robe was extremely glorious and treated Yang Fan and others as gods.

He did not dare to hope that Yang Fan would join the Sanxian Sect. As long as he stayed in Sanling Mountain for a period of time, without taking action or doing anything, he would be better than the army of tens of millions of monks and could intimidate millions of demons in the inner sea.

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, four or five years have passed.

Yang Fan is still practicing, or studying pharmacology, and dabbling into other ancient books most of the time.

The cultivation progress was very slow, he was not impatient, and he felt peaceful, just waiting for the day when he accumulated strength.

If this trend continues, it will take about a hundred years to Yang Fan to achieve his hope of cultivating to the peak of the later stage of Yangen.

By then, his realm will become perfect in the Yangen period, and he will be able to reach the next realm.

On this day, Yang Fan woke up from his cultivation, and his eyes were filled with peaceful green.

"It will take another four or five years, and it will be the day when Tianlan Palace will be opened."

Yang Fan murmured to himself.

At this time, Yun Yuxi woke up with gratitude, and the two looked at each other and smiled.

"Brother Yang, you will be able to see Shiyao in four or five years at most." Yun Yuxi smiled with bright eyes, quiet and peaceful.

Yang Fan was moved. After practicing for so many years, only Yun Yuxi could accompany him all year round and always respect each other.

In the long and dull years, feelings are like streams flowing, not seeking the splendor of meteors, not seeking the prosperity of a grandeur, only seeking eternity.

What moved him the most was Yun Yuxi's understanding of tolerance. There was almost no gap between the two of them, and thousands of words were not as good as the intersection of eyes.

In Yang Fan's life, most women are like passers-by, some are favors between the opposite sex, some are just pity, and even more so are just simple physical obsessions.

Only Yun Yuxi, the true spiritual dual cultivation level, is almost perfect in each other's minds. This is also the reason why Yang Fan and Yun Yuxi have never broken through the last shackles.

In addition, Deng Shiyao, who also made Yang Fan really devote himself to his feelings, was also the stubborn and strong, with a temperament similar to that of classical poetry and painting.

Yang Fan firmly believed that he and Yun Yuxi would probably be with him until the end of time.

As for Deng Shiyao, due to too many uncertain factors, he may be able to walk together, and perhaps he is just a passerby in the long journey of immortality.

After sorting out his emotions, another trace of enlightenment flashed in Yang Fan's eyes, and Yun Yuxi looked at him thoughtfully.

"Brother Yang, promise Yuxi that he must keep Shiyao."

Yun Yuxi held Yang Fan's hand tightly, and there was a hint of unpredictable worry in her beautiful eyes.

"Yuxi, I feel that there is something secret in your heart that I have never told me."

Yang Fan looked at the clouds and rains in the evening.

"…A very strange call, vague, and Yuxi couldn't explain it clearly."

There is a hint of confusion on Yunyuxi's pretty face.

"I promise you...do your best."

Yang Fan nodded.

Just as the two were whispering, Hu Fei also woke up from seclusion and began to move his muscles and bones in place.

"Boss, after practicing for so long, let's go out and relax."

Hu Fei finally couldn't sit still anymore. He didn't have the patience of Yang Fan and the other two.

Yun Yuxi smiled slightly, as if there was some abnormal movement.

The three of them left the cave for the first time and found that there were many more auras on Sanling Mountain, and their strength seemed to be a little stronger.

Without saying hello to the monks of the Sanxian Sect, Yang Fan and the other two flew directly to the sea for a ride, or relax.

Facing the surging sea, Yang Fan realized the invincible power of nature.

Soon, a purple light flew over from Sanling Mountain, and the person who came was the old scholar of the purple robe.

"If nothing is necessary, we want to relax alone."

Yang Fan's unremarkable words were very tactful.

At this moment, he did not want to be disturbed by the outside world.

"Old man, nothing important, get out of here!"

Hu Fei's noisy way.

The old scholar in purple robe smiled bitterly. He had long been used to Hu Fei's vulgar scolding.

"Sir Yuanzun, I come here, there is something to say."

The old scholar in purple robe practices Taoism.

"Oh? Please tell me if you have something to do." Yang Fan's expression slightly turned.

"During the retreat of Lord Yuanzun, many people from the outside world came to visit, and some even claimed that they were Yuanzun's disciples."

"Disciple?" Yang Fan immediately thought of Fu Ping and Fu Xue.

In the inner sea, he seemed to have accepted three disciples, including Luo Xiu from Mifeng Valley.

"Where are they?" Yang Fan asked.

"I have left. One of them seems to be the 'poison king' that has risen in the inland sea in nearly a hundred years, and the other is a powerful man in the Blood Demon Dao Yuanying."

The old scholar in purple robe replied.
To be continued...