Yakushiya, Uchiya.

This is not the layout style of the outer valley, there are no pavilions, nor a place for martial arts, only in the highest part of this mountain range, Fufeng Eight Scenes, from here.

Endless clouds from the top of this mountain, stretching and circulating, almost endless, people in it, can be called a step by step, move to change the scene, such as the Jade Void Immortal Palace, even if it is a martial arts master, its eyesight can only be seen within tens of meters, if it is like in the past, looking at thousands of meters away, it is still delicate, it is absolutely impossible.

By meditating here, you can calm your mind and feel your heart.

The kind-faced Great Elder handed a piece of letterhead to the blue-robed altar master and said respectfully:

"My lord, those two have already arrived in the courtyard at the foot of the mountain."

"The disciples in the sect are leading them up to the top of this mountain."

The old man in the green robe bowed his head casually, glanced at him, and said lightly:

"This Fufeng Yunhai is also a spiritual land, and with a secret treasure of my Four Elephant Pavilion, it can already block the function of many strange treasures."

"Even if your disciple has any back-ups, he won't be able to make much of a storm."

The Great Elder arched his hand and smiled:

"My subordinates, thank you for the treasure."

His voice paused slightly, and he said again:

"However, that fang is naturally vicious and vicious, and his subordinates are always a little worried."

"If there is anything abnormal at that time, please ask the altar master to help."

Yan Yu took out a wooden box from his sleeve, with a red blood dragon pattern on it, and gently placed it on the table next to him, and said softly:

"Speaking of which, my subordinates have obtained a strange medicine, and I have not known its function, and the altar master's martial arts are unfathomable, and his knowledge is outstanding, which is not comparable to his subordinates, and I want to recognize this thing......"

The old man in the green robe looked a little calmer, raised his right hand, rubbed the wooden box in his hand, and said:

"Rest assured...... Since you are my Excellency. ”

"Old man, make sure you're okay."

At this moment, a strange medicinal fragrance wafted from afar, the taste was extremely clear, and the Great Elder's expression changed slightly, and he only smiled:

"It's already here."

"Please also ask the altar master to be here and watch a good show first."

After a bow, he turned around and left, walked about dozens of steps, walked to a futon, sat down cross-legged, seemed to be in retreat, his face looked kind, and he seemed to be smiling at every wrinkle, and the direction behind him was already shrouded in thick clouds and mist, and he couldn't see his original appearance at all.

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From here hundreds of meters down.

Wang Anfeng and Xue Qinshuang were being led by a middle-aged man and stepped into the sea of clouds.

In the clouds, there was a faint fluctuation in nine directions.

This wave swept from above the sea of clouds in an instant.

Then it was calmed down.

Shaolin Temple.

The expressions of Yuan Ci and the others, who were looking at the "Fragment of the Book of Heaven", changed slightly, and at this time, they actually noticed that their perception of the outside world had been suppressed to the point of almost nothing, and it was rapidly weakening.

Mr. Ying frowned slightly, relying on the Buddhist beads in Wang Anfeng's hand, spreading his own perception.

Only then did he realize the peculiarity of this sea of clouds itself, the Buddha beads on Wang Anfeng's wrist had been wrapped in extremely thick clouds, as if the original transparent windows were pasted with a layer of black things, even if the Yuan Ci people were all superb in martial arts, they must also pass through the Buddha beads themselves, so that they could communicate between the two worlds inside and outside, and at this time the sight was blocked, and it was impossible to perceive the outside world.

The scribe snorted coldly, because this Buddha bead was affected by the outside world, and his face was slightly unhappy, but he did not have a seizure, but said coldly:

"It's fine, it's just that he's walked into a spiritual place or something."

"The 'door' of communication between inside and outside is temporarily obscured, so that you cannot see ......"

Wu Changqing suddenly bowed his head and replied with a smile:

"In this place where heaven and earth are in the spirit, it is indeed possible that this kind of thing may happen."

"I think that in the place where my Medicine King Valley was located back then, there were also such abnormalities, and it was precisely because of this that I was able to grow all kinds of medicinal materials."

His voice paused slightly, his smile retracted, and he sighed again:

"However, An Feng may have to suffer some hardships this time."

Wang Anfeng also told them about this case.

From the clues he said, Wu Changqing and the others have seen that there must be something wrong here.

They are all stumbling and crawling on the rivers and lakes, and they don't know how many times they have escaped death, if they are in the place where Wang Anfeng is, they will definitely be able to see the clues, and then deduce more things.

But at this time, what they knew was only what Wang Anfeng had come into contact with.

And they themselves didn't want Wang Anfeng to become a puppet-like existence, and they didn't let Wang Anfeng investigate things according to their ideas. Therefore, although they have seen more things than Wang Anfeng now, they are only like blind men touching elephants, and they never thought that before this, it was a step by step abyss, a wrong step, and a desperate road of life and death.

At the moment, Wu Changqing just sighed and said:

"It's time for him to stumble, though......"

"He's wonderful, but he's still a kid, but if he wants to walk on the rivers and lakes."

"He can't always be a child."

The scribe didn't say much, Yuan Ci closed his eyes and chanted, as if he was not worried, while Hong Luoyu rolled his eyes wildly and said:

"Old medicine jar, I said you were afraid of chicken feathers!"

"That kid was taught by us...... Now, a weak chicken is a weak chicken, and a tendon is also a tendon, but there is still the little girl next to him. ”

"There is that girl film, only in this small scene of a few middle and third-grade martial artists fighting, there is absolutely no problem with a little madman to escape."

"A bunch of crooked melons and cracked dates with rotten cucumbers and stinky leeks, there is a fart!"

"So, you're worried about hair?!"

Hong Luoyu smashed his mouth, shook his head regretfully, and said again:

"It's just a pity, such a person, why is there no master like a guard around...... Otherwise, this game will be stable......"

Wu Changqing was almost laughed at by his discontented appearance, and shook his head again and again.

Hongluo Yu's eyes turned slightly, looked at Mr. Win, and suddenly said:

"By the way, I have a question, I don't know whether to talk about it or not."

The scribe looked at him and said indifferently:

"Hold on."

Hongluoyu was thick-skinned, as if he had never heard the words of the scribe, but just smiled to himself and asked:

"The surname wins, then Xue Yatou and the little madman are all considered to be the next three grades, and the internal force is only one grade short."

"Do you think that if it were true, the little madman would be able to make a few moves under her?"

The scribe's face was slightly cold, too lazy to take care of it, Hong Luoyu waited for a long time, but could not get an answer, and did not see the scribe's angry expression, pursed his lips, and was bored with himself, holding a straw pole in his mouth, lying in the air leisurely.

But at this time, Yuan Ci, Hong Luoyu, Wu Changqing, and Mr. Win, who had a cold face, all came to the same conclusion in their hearts at the same time.

…… Half stroke.

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Under the clouds, Xue Qinshuang raised his face.

The face is plain, and the brown eyes are slightly shining.

He was dressed in a red shirt and white clothes, not dressed as a merry boy in the past, but he was heroic and sassy, with white jade hanging from his waist, but he never carried the folding fan that never left his body.

Behind his back, like Wang Anfeng, he carried a sheathed long sword on his back.

The spike of the sword hangs over his shoulder.

PS: First Update......

Then, as said in the article, the masters couldn't see it because of poor information, there were not enough clues, and no matter how good their vision was, they would be blind.