"Where are we?"

"I can only tell you that this place is a hundred miles away from Yuntian Mountain."

"Yuntian Mountain? What is this place? ”

"Immortal Continent!"

Mu Han was stunned and said, "We are in the Immortal Fantasy Continent?" The little fat man smiled and said, "Can I still lie to you?"

Mu Han still didn't believe it in his heart, "Are you lying to me?" The little fat man looked up at the mountain not far away, the river was dense, meandering, under his feet was a small hillside, the two walked one after the other, suddenly at this time a bird attacked the two, did not wait for the bird to approach, the little fat man grabbed it, the bird was already in the hands of the little fat man, the little fat man turned his head and said: "You are in the summer. Has Shang Continent ever seen this kind of bird? ”

Mu Han stepped forward, looked at it for a while, and said, "This is not our Xia. Shang's birds, our birds have magic cores, and this ......" Mu Han suddenly stopped, because he began to believe a little bit of what the little fat man said, he was no longer in Xia. Shang Continent.

The little fat man let go of the bird, looked at Mu Han and smiled: "Is this bird not having a magic core?" The bird had flown away, but its shadow was still in Mu Han's mind, and after a while, Mu Han let out a long sigh and said, "Did I ask you to take me back, and you would refuse me?"

The little fat man was stunned for a moment, and said with a wry smile: "I have been sealed for too long, and that large-scale space shift has exhausted my last spiritual power." Mu Han was stunned and said, "Is that really your last strength?" The little fat man looked otherwise, and then flew to the branches, looking in the direction of the white cloud mountain.

Mu Han suddenly said, "Then let's go and restore your spiritual power first, and then you will take me back?" The little fat man said: "I advise you to give up this idea for the time being, now you go back will only bring disaster to the people around you, and my spiritual power is not so easy to recover, otherwise I just find a place to recover?"

Driven by the red current, like a fish swimming in the water, looking at the lifeline in his hand, Mu Han's helplessness is fully revealed. "If you're well rested," said the little fat man, "I think we should be on our way." The birds in the forest whistled, and the young leaves were teased by the breeze, for a long, long time, Mu Han sighed and said, "Where are we going now?" The little fat man turned around and said mysteriously: "Yuntian Mountain!"

Yuntian Mountain, an immortal mountain that is not famous, immortal mountain is not famous? Xianshan is not necessarily famous, just as fish ball soup does not necessarily have fish balls. But this time Yun Tianshan became famous, and a cultivator in his twenties said that he had found the skeleton of a spirit beast, and it was surrounded by spiritual weapons, and each exuded a more powerful light, if it weren't for its weak strength, it would have been plundered long ago.

Rather believe it than believe it, the second person who knew gave the Great Dao Master some spirit stones, telling him to keep this secret, he did not "live up" to this person's hopes, and the news that there were treasures in Yuntian Mountain spread quickly!

"This mountain is not a good place to cultivate, why are so many people gathered here?" A handsome young man in a dark red coat muttered to himself, and the coldness in his words made people feel that this coldness was innate. But the strange thing is that someone replied, a little fat man who seemed to have just finished molesting the little sister next door said: "People die for money, birds die for food, and if there is no treasure in it, these people will not come."

It's not surprising that a person carries one knife, and if you bring two, others will know that you use two knives, but when you bring three or four, this person is either a fool, a fool, or a guy with a strange temper and a cultivator who is against the sky. Mu Han is neither a fool nor a fool, as for his eccentric temper, he cultivates against the sky? Mu Han laughed at himself, compared to those old men around him, he is a normal person, okay!

Mu Han looked at the sea of people in front of him and shook his head, and said, "There are more monks and less meat, how can they be enough?" The little fat man smiled: "Some people are destined to return empty-handed, while some people are destined to be full of gold."

Mu Han said: "I just hope that others don't treat us as fat sheep, now let's wait for us to enter the door." A few glances not far away made the two smile bitterly, especially the little fat man, once upon a time, only he dared to beat other people's ideas, how could others have "remembered" him!

At the foot of Yuntian Mountain, more than 10,000 people gathered here, not because they wanted to gather, but because they had to do so. For some reason, a huge barrier blocked the entrance, and looking at this barrier, not a few people could break through, so they waited and waited, and there were more and more people.

"Listen to me," said an old man with a sword on his back, "we can only break through this barrier with our combined efforts, and only then can we enter." Everyone knew the old man's words, but no one wanted to work, "Who is that old man, who dares to order us!" A guy said, and the person next to him quickly grabbed him and said, "You be quiet, you don't want to live anymore, do you?" Do you know who he is? The friend's words made the guy stunned, and said, "Does he have a great background?" Hmph," the companion said coldly, "Do you say that the origin of the overlord-level sect is big?" The guy who spoke was too frightened to speak, and the others who knew the old man agreed with the old man's opinion.

"Elder Bai is for everyone's good, otherwise we can only hope for Baoxing to sigh if we are stuck here."

"But no, Elder Bai, what you say and what we do, we will listen to your ......"

Elder Bai stroked his beard and blushed, or rather, his face was originally red, because his gaze stayed on the Xianle Pavilion, which was all female.

Xianle Pavilion is all women's sects, in their eyes, men are a stumbling block to cultivation, without men, the world is colorful, without men, the world is beautiful. As the man said: women are the scourge, without women, they are cold, and with women, chickens and dogs are restless. But no matter what men say, women are always indispensable in this world, and at least 9,990 out of 10,000 men would rather live a hundred years less than live without women.

"Old man Bai", a voice shouted, this person is not burly, but compared to Bai Yunfeng, he is really a big man. "Don't look like you can't walk when you see a woman, there are a lot of old men who have died in the hands of women." The temples were towering, the sparse white stubble, and the disdainful eyes of the women of the Xianle Pavilion did not make him ashamed in the slightest, but made him laugh louder.