"You still don't know what you're doing wrong. ”

In front of the offering table in the ancestral hall, only a strong voice echoed.

Wenbian's corpse began to dissipate, turning into scattered mustard seeds, and finally there was nothing left, and it was gone.

The monk who put his hand on Wenbian's shoulder, his face was a little younger, and he was dressed in a white shirt, which was not much worse than the handsome scholars of the secular academy.

But this young monk, who seems to be a handsome scholar, has been more than 400 years old, and is one of the well-deserved ancestors in the famous sect.

It was the patriarchal monk who could squeeze a place on top of that offering table.

Bu Xiao'an, a white-robed monk, walked slowly outside the ancestral hall, looking up to feel the sun shining on the only one or two days of the year.

Bu Xiao'an under the sun is alive and well, like a certain protagonist in those secular novels, and he is still very powerful.

Bu Xiao'an began to move forward slowly, and before he took a step, his figure dissipated a little, as if it was scattered into a little dust, until his body completely disappeared, and only a particularly unsatisfactory cold sound echoed on the peak of thousands of meters, turning nine times without stopping.

"When did my Bu Xiao'an's things become something that could be taken casually?"

Lu Neng, who had obtained a high-grade mysterious weapon, did not continue to go to the monk Fengyue Building somewhere on Qianjin Street, which made many Wenxun female monks feel sorry for a while.

In these years, it is difficult to find the wronged leader, and it is even more difficult to find the rich wronged leader.

Lu Neng, who was remembered by those flower willow girls, was returning to the ferry case.

Behind him is still the same as this fat and thin.

One fat and one thin Zilu can play small, so he was assigned by the lord of the mansion, Lu Chengping, to take care of this young master.

Among the two, the fatter one is the main backbone, after all, there are more flower intestines.

The fatter monk's surname is Fang, and his single name is a round character, and the square and round are also particularly suitable for his body shape.

The thinner monk's surname is Lu, Lu Fan, ordinary and ordinary.

Lu Neng didn't like to talk to Lu Fan, the open-faced guard, since he was a child, and it was not interesting.

Fang Yuan said suspiciously with a round head: "Young master, are you leaving?" There are a lot of Xuanjing handed over by the ferry, and besides, you are about to return to Nanzhou, with the temperament of the mansion master, you must be honest when you stay in Lanzhou Mansion in the future." ”

Lu Neng lost his previous laughing appearance, shook his head, and sighed softly: "That high-grade mysterious weapon is not easy to take." ”

"What do you get from killing people and selling goods?" Fang Yuan was a native of Nanzhou, in Nanzhou, even those clan-name mountain forces were used to speaking according to their ability, and the size of their ability determined the life and death of the concubine.

The living side takes away the defeated and dead method treasure Xuanjing, which is a matter of course.

In fact, even the monks in other states are just like this, but this situation is more common in Southern State.

"What's more, this martial artist is simply a little unaware of the height of the sky, and the hot potato has changed his hand. ”

"Could it be that it is prying the corners of the grandchildren of those clans. There was a bit of a playful look on Fang Yuan's face.

At this time, the young master would always smile and scold himself, but today he didn't, and the fatter Fang Yuan turned his head to look at the young master on the side.

Lu Neng raised his head suddenly, but instead of looking at Fang Yuan, who had a better relationship on weekdays, he was Lu Fan, who had never spoken up.

Not only today, since he was assigned to Lu Neng, Lu Fan has always had few words, and even in Lu Neng's eyes, Lu Fan's cultivation is not as good as Fang Yuan in the early stage of Emperor Xuan.

But for some reason, Lu Neng just looked at Lu Fan.

"Is there a mark on the mysterious vessel?" Lu Fan's voice was slightly hoarse and low.

Lu Neng nodded, the mark was very vague, and he only realized it when his divine sense was immersed in it.

The taboos in the mystical weapons have all been cracked layer by layer, but they are not broken by him.

Lu Neng frowned and said, "Could it be that that old man is a master of hidden cultivation?"

Lu Fan affirmed: "Unless he is in the upper three realms, he is a martial cultivator who does not enter the stream." ”

This is precisely the strange thing about the two of them, because if the monks of the upper three realms would not play these tricky games with them.

Fang Yuan, who had come back to his senses on the side, said suspiciously: "Is there something wrong with this mysterious artifact?"

Lu Neng almost didn't slap Fang Yuan on the head, ten spirit stones are only a thousand purple crystals, it's enough to buy a low-level mid-grade mystical weapon, now you buy a high-grade mystical weapon, do you have a problem?

As for the gold medal, let alone going to Nanzhou, let him know what kind of style the monks of Nanzhou is when they leave this Four Seas City.

Fang Yuan was about to say two inconsequential jokes, but Lu Fan suddenly grabbed Lu Neng's right hand, and before Lu Neng could react, a strong tearing sensation came.

It's like being caught in the turbulence of a teleportation circle.

"Bang!" There was a muffled sound, and Lu Neng intuitively felt a dull pain in his mind, and then it took a few pacing steps to stabilize his body.

Lu Fan, who was pulling Lu Neng, let go of his clenched right hand and looked ahead with frowns.

Lu Neng's mind was even more full of doubts, and his divine sense probed away, and it was already the tall archway out of Sihai City.

It was all black, and behind him, the white light that could be faintly discerned by the naked eye was the Tianjia Ferry Port where the ferry boat was docked.

The Four Seas Commercial Firm, which built the Four Seas Ferry, seemed to have forgotten the distance between the ferry port and the Four Seas City, and deliberately isolated this blank pitch black.

If the dark night in the sky is separated from the illumination of the Xuanguang lamp, it will be even darker and more pure.

Around the eyes, you can only discern it with divine sense.

A fat figure appeared in Lu Neng's divine sense.

Fang Yuan, who had just caught up, gasped for breath, then suddenly raised his head, looked at the direction where Lu Fan was, and said in a trembling voice: "You, you are not the early stage of the Xuan Emperor, you are, you are the peak of the Xuan Emperor!"

Lu Neng turned his head to look at Lu Fan, who was silent even if he received some provocation from Fang Yuan.

The corners of his mouth showed a shallow smile, and sure enough, that's right.

Lu Fan ignored the other party as usual, the Xuan Qi around him kept running, and his divine consciousness covered the surrounding miles like an overwhelming place, and the divine consciousness in the sea of consciousness was steaming like a steaming sea.

Don't dare to miss the slightest gap, the six gods are tense as if facing a great enemy.

Fang Yuan on the side may have noticed that something was wrong, and was about to ask one or two out loud, but he faintly felt that there was something behind him, and he was just about to turn his neck.

"Boom!", the blue light exploded, which was extremely dazzling.

It's like a daylight flashing suddenly.

Immediately, a coercion that oppressed the divine soul came to the fore.

Lu Fan threw out a bright round shield and hung it in front of him.

The shield is sleek and unmarked, and the whole body is cast.