An Liang and Zhuge glanced at Wen Yuan and Juekong, who were still spitting at each other, shook their heads helplessly, stepped forward, and pulled Wen Yuan away.

As for why he didn't pull Juekong, it was really the size of the Maitreya Buddha that was there, and the two of them had just eaten a full meal and didn't want to waste their physical strength on them.

"The Half Immortal Pavilion is also the base camp of the Yishi Pavilion in Anseong, and what happens every day."

An Liang was a little speechless, Liu Banxian was assassinated by the treacherous organization before, and he was turned into a zombie alive, and today he came to the unfortunate thing of crossing the border, a few days ago, Zhuge Yier also said that he ran into a ghost knocking on the door, and their place is not like a good place for feng shui.

During these days, An Liang can almost be said to have never had a good life, dealing with bad things every day, and from time to time there is a situation where the dog's life is in danger.

"Stop spraying, help me put the door on it."

Yue Lin glanced at Wen Yuan Juekong, who continued to start the scolding battle, scolded angrily, and handed them the door panels in his hands.

Half Immortal Pavilion is a retro building, the gate was originally modeled after a piece of door panels, and later Yue Lin thought that the door panel was too troublesome, and strongly requested to replace it with an ordinary gate, which was replaced by the previous gate.

However, the door panel groove was not removed, this piece of door panel can still be used, just the door was torn apart by the shadow, first use the door panel to survive for a few days.

Seeing this, An Liang and Zhuge Yi and Liang ran to the back hall of the Half Immortal Pavilion, the two of them contributed the most, and they really didn't have the strength to put the old door panel on them.

Banxian Pavilion is a three-story retro building, but the back hall behind is a real twenty-story office building, and the first five floors are all covered by Liu Banxian, and there is no shortage of guest rooms.

"Eh, by the way, your feather fan, yes..."

An Liang sat on the sofa in the living room in the back hall, watching TV comfortably, and inadvertently remembered the black and white feather fan in Zhuge first-hand.

"Wuhou feather fan, one of the three secret treasures of my ancestor, the other two have been passed down intact, only this Wuhou feather fan, I don't know why it has not been inherited."

Zhuge Yier said, the white light flashed in his hand, and a black and white goose feather fan appeared in his hand, and there was a milky white light circulating on it.

Moreover, between the fanning, An Liang actually felt that the nearby Lingqi had been mobilized, and his spiritual power had become very active.

"In the past thousands of years, our Zhuge family has never stopped looking for Wuhou feather fans, until the last ancestor of my Zhuge family, the earth immortal brand ancestor, died, exhausted his life's cultivation, and obtained a hexagram."

Zhuge Yi's eyes lingered on the Wuhou feather fan, and the admiration in those eyes poured out without hesitation.

When An Liang heard this, he couldn't help but be slightly stunned: "Hexagram??? Your ancestor's hexagram won't say it's me... ”

"Yes, that hexagram is the son of our Zhuge family, and the Wuhou feather fan who does not know the whereabouts will be given to our Zhuge family by the son of Tianji."

Zhuge nodded one or two, he thought that the so-called son of Tianji was just a wrong hexagram, but the facts were in front of him, An Liang was the son of Tianji of the Zhuge family, and this Wuhou feather fan couldn't be faked at all!

But An Liang was a little speechless, why do those bigwigs always like divination, and they are all divination for themselves, and I don't know if the peeking at the women's bathhouse will be calculated by them...

"Eh, wait, this Wuhou feather fan turned out to be on me??"

An Liang suddenly seemed to think of something, since the Wuhou feather fan was given to the Zhuge family by the son of Tianji, wouldn't it mean that it had been on him before.

There is such a treasure on his body, An Liang didn't even know it, if he had known that he had taken it out and used it earlier, he wouldn't have been so embarrassed.

"Huh? Otherwise, if it were me, our family wouldn't have to make such a great effort to find it. ”

Zhuge Yier didn't know why An Liang asked this, Wuhou Feather Fan was obviously given to him by An Liang, how could he ask such a thing.

"Uhhh

An Liang suddenly realized something, Heavenly Machine!

The phantom of Wuhou emerged from the Heavenly Machine, and the Wuhou feather fan was also taken out by Wuhou himself.

And Wuhou Zhuge Liang is just one of the top warlocks of the past generations in the Heavenly Machine Light Diagram, so in this case, is there any treasure in the phantom of the other light maps? . .

Thinking of this, An Liang looked at the magnificent and vast light map in the spirit world again, and in the first layer, on the light map lit up by the repair of the fragments of the Heavenly Book, there were thousands of top warlock images.

After careful searching, An Liang found the phantom of Wuhou Zhuge Liang, but he looked left and right, but he didn't find any difference between this Wuhuhou Zhuge and other figures.

And An Liang doesn't know how to wake up these phantoms, let alone let these phantoms reward him with a few treasures, which can be regarded as letting them live in his spiritual world and pay a little rent...

A little dejectedly pouted, An Liang thought that he had found some treasure that could be developed.

"Sleep."

Yawning, An Liang stretched, went back to his room, washed up briefly, and lay down on the bed.

Xiao Xiaobi and Bai Xiaoyu crawled quietly on An Liang's side, curled up with each other, their big furry tails warmer than the quilt, and they also fell asleep.

An Liang, who was lying on the bed, didn't know what was going on, he was obviously very sleepy, but he just couldn't sleep, and when he looked at the time, it was already more than twelve o'clock.

tiptoed up from the bed, didn't wake up Bai Xiaoyu and Xiao Yibi, moved a stool and sat on the balcony.

Tonight's moonlight is as clear as water, like a cold screen sprinkled on a quiet street, and more than half of the moon hangs in the sky, enjoying the starry background.

In the past, there were still a lot of night market stalls on the streets at this time, but today there were only a few night stalls with paper flags, and An Liang also knew that they were not for people.

An Liang sat on the chair, looking at the clear moon in the air, and his thoughts didn't know where he had drifted.

He grew up with his grandfather since he was a child, and he never even saw his parents, and he didn't leave a single photo, which is the biggest regret in his heart.

So I studied hard since I was a child, and because of my grandfather, I didn't go too far to get into university, and I was in Anseong.

Just when An Liang thought that he might have to live like this for the rest of his life, but half a year ago, the physical superness system suddenly appeared.

In the six months since then, An Liang has been caught in a huge vortex between ghosts, warlocks, and forces almost every day.

And An Liang seems to find that there always seems to be a fog on his body, tightly surrounding him, no matter how he struggles, the fog always lingers.

The Physical Transcendence System, the Powerful Ghost, the Alien Pavilion, the Evil Organization, Liu Banxian, the Old Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain, the Zhuge Family, etc., tightly surrounded him by the mist.

Is it a clue to the fog, or is it a fog in the first place?