"Brother, did that stupid ghost recognize the wrong person?"

The fire spirit came to Meng Fan's side, and also looked up at the Imperial Whip, and under the moonlight, the whip body glowed with a layer of white light.

"Well, but it doesn't recognize people, it's whips. Meng Fan said in a deep voice, "It obviously knows the existence of this whip, and mistakes the owner of the whip for me." ”

Lan'er had told him personally.

The people who came from that place were not only her and Qi Lin'er.

There are also people who walk in the world and maintain some kind of order.

This whip just confirmed what Lan Er said.

"Huh?" the fire spirit opened his mouth, and then looked at the Imperial Whip, and it became extremely mysterious, "Wouldn't it? According to what you say, isn't that third elder the Yin Si Lord, a ghost?"

"Surely not him. Meng Fan put down the Imperial Whip and shook his head.

At the beginning, Sikong Changye had a big battle with people from the underworld in the Eighteen Mountains, and he almost died of immortal realm cultivation, and the three elders cultivated to be very watery, and they were definitely not the masters of the whip.

But I don't know where he got the whip.

"Brother, why don't you throw this whip away!" the fire spirit wrinkled his nose, "This thing is definitely not a good thing. ”

"Keep it!" Meng Fan waved his hand and put the Imperial Whip into the Qiankun space, and then his gaze fell to the ground, and the smiling face of the old immortal with missing front teeth appeared in front of him, as well as the fathers and villagers who were extradited to the underworld, "The things of the underworld appeared in the human world, and they were also held in the hands of human cultivators, this matter is very strange, and besides, brother and the underworld ...... It's also a bit festive. ”

Meng Fan couldn't help but look back in the direction of the Eighteen Mountains again.

The Eighteen Mountains are really imperative!

It was as if there was a strange force that kept leading him to the Eighteen Mountains.

Yu Yanshan was guiding him to go to the Eighteen Mountains to find the missing master, and the Spirit Grass Secret Realm of the Nanwu Sect had a chance to gather the materials for refining the Soul Pill, and Zhou Yutong was arrested again, and now there was an extra whip......

Next, Meng Fan and Huo Ling chatted a few more words, then put the fire spirit into the Qiankun space, glanced at the dirty clothes on his body, waved his hand and took out a clean one, summoned a new paper sculpture, and flew in the direction of Qingqiu City.

Fennel: They are still waiting for him in Luoxia Mountain over there.

And the clothes he changed were not the luxurious clothes he used to wear.

It was the ones that Lan'er brought him from home, and after putting them on, it was no different from the way he had just walked out of the mountain, but his mood was already different from before, standing on the paper sculpture, looking at the brand-new cloth shoes on his feet, a burst of warmth surged in his heart.

He couldn't be more homesick.

But it's getting farther and farther away from home.

But the farther you go, the closer you get to home.

"Di Yanlian, wait for me!"

The paper sculpture crossed a straight line in the night sky, slowly turning into a black dot and disappearing......

Under Meng Fan's expectations, Luoxia Mountain should be empty, and the people who went were the ones he was looking for.

But at this time, Luoxia Mountain was not what he expected at all.

There is a stone cliff in Luoxia Mountain, the cliff body is smooth like a mirror, as if it was cut out by a giant axe, it is called Xiaguang Cliff, it is the entrance of the trial of Luoxia Mountain, in the night at this time, there are many figures sitting cross-legged in front of the cliff, as if waiting for something, some simple thatched huts have been erected around, and some people stay inside.

At the beginning, after Qiandeng spread the news that the trial of Luoxia Mountain was about to start, some people did not rush directly to Qingqiu City, but came directly to Xiaguang Cliff, patiently waiting for the trial to open.

But I waited for a long time.

There is no way, there are too many things happening in Qingqiu City.

How can Qiandeng still have time to open the trial of Luoxia Mountain.

Besides, Qiandeng is now dead.

These people who came to Xiaguang Cliff early were very closed to the news, and they didn't know what happened in Qingqiu City, if they knew about the collapse of Qiandeng, I am afraid that they would have dispersed as birds and beasts a long time ago.

They didn't know much about Meng Fan either.

What does it look like, how much does it work, and is there a war against five hundred monks in the martial arts...... Nothing.

The perception of Meng Fan is still in the rumors spread by Zhao Zhong after the opening of the Qingqiu City Gate, such as Dou Heitan's original perception of Meng Fan......

"Later, don't cut the line, honestly line up at the back!"

This night, these people suddenly found that there was a newcomer in Luoxia Mountain, and it was naturally fennel them.

Later, Ghost Mist also came with Qi Fatzi and others.

"Meng Fan hasn't come back yet, let's wait for a while. ”

Fennel glanced at the foreign monks sitting in front of the Xiaguang Cliff, there were nearly two hundred people, and most of them were maintained in the realm of cutting the sky, and there were also Di Xuan, and they patted a few long lines in an orderly manner, and then explained to Shangguan Ning, Zhang Wuling and others, and stood on the outermost periphery.

"Hehe, cut in line, you don't even have to queue up!"

Liu Erxie smiled maliciously, how can they cut the queue, as long as the boss comes, they will be the first batch of people to participate in the trial, and it is not certain whether these people can enter or not!

"Fennel girl, why hasn't my boss come back yet, won't he be in trouble?" Liu Erxie became worried again and looked into the distance.

"No, it won't. Fennel's tone was full of confidence, "My brother can fight in the Changsheng Realm now, no one can help him, and besides, he is looking for someone in the city, so he should be there soon." ”

Liu Erxie nodded, in fact, he thought so.

In Qingqiu City, the boss is a sky-like existence, just looking for someone, trivial.

It's just that they didn't expect that Meng Fan was not looking for someone in the city, he had already chased him out of the city by paper carving, and he also encountered a large group of immortal realm powerhouses, which could be called the elite of the Nanwu faction......

"A few of you, each pay two hundred Xuan tickets!"

While they were chatting, a burly man came over and pointed at them with a long knife in his hand.

"What do you pay?"

Fennel was stunned, this is also her own territory, how can anyone still collect the fee? It is polite enough not to charge their fees.

"Entrance fee. The man explained impatiently, "Don't you know that there is a quota limit for entering Luoxia Mountain? Look at your appearance, you were sent from Xiaomen, right? You don't have a chance to enter Luoxia Mountain at all, but once you enter my son-in-law's 'Creation Society', you will be qualified, and you will be charged 200 Xuan Tickets, which is not much at all." ”

The man looked at Fennel and the others.

Fennel and the rest of the cultivators are uneven, the lowest is Liu Erxie, not long after entering the earth, although Shangguan Ning is slightly taller, but it is far from the sky, Ning Zhengan also looks like a bad old man because of meridian problems, not to mention Niu Maocai, the pig elder, who is sloppy, and there is a smell on his body, and Zhang Wuling is not wearing a danrobe, but in casual clothes...... The crowd looked like a rabble.

"Collect an egg's entrance fee!" Liu Erxie was short-tempered, and he couldn't bear it anymore, "This is my boss......"

"Get out!" The man didn't wait for Liu Erxie to speak, he suddenly became difficult, and kicked Liu Erxie to the ground, "There is no place for you to speak here......"