readx;? The first time Fang Xiaowu saw Yan Cong was in early February, and now, half a year has passed since he came to Huayang City. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

This is the second time he has seen Yan Cong.

Although it was only half a year later, when he saw Yan Cong for the second time, he found that Yan Cong was more domineering than when he saw it for the first time.

As early as seventeen years ago, Wan Yan Cong killed a sea dragon at sea, so he was respected as the Dragon Slayer Sword Saint.

At that time, no matter how low his cultivation was, he should have entered the realm of the Martial Saint.

Seventeen years have passed, and Yan Cong's cultivation must only advance and not retreat, and if the progress is fast, it must have been upgraded to a higher level.

In other words, if you have a single round of cultivation, among the masters that Fang Xiaowu knows, they are as strong as Feiyu Boy and God Nameless, and they are not as good as Wan Yan Cong, or even Ling Hu Eighteen, I am afraid that they are also weaker, and only Zhang Wuliu can match Wan Yan Cong.

Except, of course, for the old faucets.

Because the cultivation of the old dragon head has reached the intermediate martial saint, and the lowest-level intermediate martial saint is also one level stronger than the highest-level junior martial saint.

Seeing that Yan Cong was standing less than a hundred zhang away from him, his face was fierce, and Fang Xiaowu's heart couldn't help but feel a slight chill.

He didn't know what the purple qi was, in case Yan Cong suddenly made a move and slashed at the purple qi with a sword, wouldn't he be the first to sit in the purple qi?

And with Wan Yan Cong's cultivation, he couldn't resist it, and he was afraid that he would be cleaved by the sword qi emitted by Wan Yan Cong.

Fortunately for him, after Yan Cheng got up to the mushroom stone, he didn't do it immediately, but condensed his eyes and looked at the purple qi without blinking, as if he wanted to see the void and reality in the purple qi clearly.

As Ba Jiuxian said, this mushroom stone in the back mountain of Tianwang Mountain can not be described as a rock, it is like a mountain stone towering in this huge valley, not only as high as hundreds of zhang, but also the breadth of the mushroom stone is also extremely wide, although it is not round, but in general, from east to west, or from south to north, the length is at least a thousand zhang.

If it is described in meters, the height of this mushroom stone is more than a thousand meters, and its diameter, at the longest point, is at least three thousand meters.

The place where Fang Xiaowu was sitting was the center of the mushroom stone.

When that purple qi first came out, it was only one meter wide, and now, its thickness has reached ten meters, like a huge purple pillar.

Fang Xiaowu sat inside, although he was a little worried that he would be seen by Wan Yan Cong, but Wan Yan Cong stood in the distance and stared at the purple qi for a while, obviously not seeing him inside.

Otherwise, Wan Yan Cong would have already called out his name.

After a while, another figure came up to the mushroom stone.

Although the person who can go up to the mushroom stone may not be a martial saint-level master, this person casually went up to the mushroom stone, which shows that he is not afraid of the martial saint aura on the mushroom.

"Brother Wanyan, how is it? Did you find anything?" it was King Pingxi.

Wan Yan Cong's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and said, "Lord Wang, you can see anything strange in the purple qi?"

King Pingxi smiled: "Brother Wanyan, your cultivation is higher than mine, if you can't see it, how can I see it?"

Although he said that, after going up to the mushroom stone, he also secretly exercised his skills, staring at the purple qi.

As a result, like Wan Yan Cong, he looked at it for a while, and he couldn't see Fang Xiaowu in the purple qi at all.

Fang Xiaowu finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that King Pingxi couldn't see himself in the purple qi.

After all, this is a forbidden place, and if King Pingxi knows that he is in the purple qi, I am afraid that he will be furious.

And now, when King Pingxi couldn't see him, he no longer had any worries.

If it weren't for Ba Jiuxian's advice, with his character, he would definitely make a grimace and turn his head at King Pingxi and Wanyan outside in the purple qi.

King Pingxi and Wan Yan Cong stood side by side and looked at the purple qi for a long time, but they still found nothing, and they wanted to do it, but they were worried that if they made a rash move, it would cause unnecessary trouble, so what they could do at present was to wait and see what happened.

Seeing that time passed little by little, just when the sky was about to dawn, two figures came to the mountain behind Tianwang Mountain.

These two people are obviously in a group, and their cultivation is superb, just like King Pingxi and Wanyan Cong, they are both masters of the martial saint level.

As soon as the figure appeared, before those masters of the Pingxi Royal Mansion intercepted it, the two of them had already cast a teleportation** and suddenly appeared on the mushroom stone.

Although the hundreds of masters in the Pingxi Royal Mansion did not dare to easily go up to the mushroom stone, in addition to the seven martial immortals, there were more than forty martial gods among them, adding up to a total of fifty.

At this time, all fifty masters began to fly, each stepping on their own weapons, floating in mid-air, level with the mushroom stone.

They all exuded a powerful momentum, clearly warning the two Martial Saint-level masters to drive them out of here.

The two people didn't seem to see the dozens of masters around them, and when they came up, they all looked at the purple qi like King Pingxi and Wan Yan Cong, wanting to see the reality of the purple qi clearly.

On the other side, after Fang Xiaowu saw these two guys appear on the mushroom stone, his heart couldn't help but jump slightly, knowing that there were two martial saint-level masters again.

And after he took a closer look, he immediately recognized one of them, it was the nameless master, that is, the Gongsun Bai of Yuan Xiaoxin.

The man who came with Gongsun Bai was of medium height, dressed in a night robe, not only covered his face, but also covered his head, and could not be seen on his face except for his eyes.

When Fang Xiaowu saw this person, he was slightly shocked in his heart, and said secretly: "Could it be that this guy who wraps himself tightly is the old fox of Dongfang Wentian, Marquis of Mingwu?" After thinking about it, he decided that this person was Dongfang Wentian.

Soon, it was getting dark.

Wan Yan Cong never looked at the arrival of Dongfang Wentian and Gongsun Bai, and after the two people came, King Pingxi had looked at them several times, but he didn't make a sound.

At this time, King Pingxi waved his hand and motioned for the fifty martial immortals and martial gods to retreat away with the others.

After all, if you really want to fight, the other two are not martial immortals, but martial saints, and those fifty masters are not opponents at all, and they can only increase casualties.

Besides, he Pingxi King will not fight with people casually at this time, so as not to cause the result of the snipe and the clam fighting and the fisherman profiting.

If he wants to be the king of Pingxi, he can only be a fisherman, and he will never be a snipe mussel.

"Who are the two?" asked King Pingxi.

Gongsun Bai Wei laughed and said, "King Pingxi, don't you recognize me?"