The person who opened his eyes, named Yuan Zuocang, is an old man with crane hair and a childish face, and he is the master of the thirty-fourth floor, with two formal disciples, four thousand named disciples, and more than ten thousand disciples. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Yuan Zuocang is a high-level Xuanhuang strength, who has served for the Tower of Babel for many years, and his position is stable and highly respected.

Everyone's energy is limited, and it is good to teach the disciples and cultivate a few proud protégés.

The poor are rich in martial arts, and the Xuanwu people have a great demand for martial arts training resources, which is also one of the reasons for restricting the number of apprentices.

In the Tower of Babel, the official disciples, also known as the personal disciples, are only a hundred people, and they are evenly distributed among the thirty-six layer masters, and the formal disciples of each layer master are only two or three people, and they will spare no effort to cultivate them as successors.

As for the second-level registered disciples, the number will be more, and the treatment will be reduced accordingly.

There is also a group of people who work for the Tower of Babel, but they are not considered disciples, but more ordinary disciples, and there are as many as a cow.

Yuan Zuocang has only two formal disciples in total, and it can really be said that the palms of his hands and the backs of his hands are full of meat, although he is not his own son, it is not too much worse, and he has put a lot of effort into it over the years.

In each formal disciple, he has left his own imprint of his mind, forming a subtle connection, in a medium distance, he can transmit sound back and forth, if the distance is long, he will lose the ability to transmit sound, but he can make a general direction positioning.

When the imprint of this thought disappears, it means that something has happened.

Just now, Yuan Zuocang found that the imprint of one of his official disciples had disappeared, which made his heart sink from the bottom of his heart.

The mark of disappearance was on Yun Shengbai's body.

"Yun Shengbai is serious and steady, he won't joke about this kind of thing, the brand suddenly disappeared, I'm afraid that something big has happened, it's not good, it's not good. ”

Yuan Zuocang cared about his disciples, stood up, walked out of the cultivation room, and went up and down to investigate Yun Shengbai's whereabouts, trying to find out where Yun Shengbai was and who he had been in contact with before.

The investigation soon made a breakthrough.

Another official disciple, Xiahou Ri, stood with his head bowed and reported some important information to Yuan Zuocang.

He explained the hatred between his three brothers and Fan Lang, and also explained that Yun Shengbai was invited to help deal with Fan Lang, and insisted that Yun Shengbai's ideological imprint disappeared and was directly related to Fan Lang.

It was the first time for Yuan Zuocang to hear the name Fan Lang, he stretched out his ruddy palm, gently twisted his white beard, and said in a deep voice: "When did such a junior emerge with piercing hands." Tell me how high his cultivation is now. ”

"Uncle Hui, my brother told me about this before, he said that Fan Lang has the realm of Xuanjun, but his strength is comparable to Emperor Xuan, or even better, and he can block the attack of four Xuandi alone with one enemy and four. Xia Houri replied.

"As a Xuanjun, but can resist the four Xuanjun? Impossible, how can there be such a powerful Xuanjun in the world, he should have hidden his breath, not only Xuanjun. ”

"That's what Uncle Shi said. ”

"All the spearheads are pointed at Fan Lang, Yun Shengbai has an accident, and it should have nothing to do with him. I will personally go out today to investigate the matter. You kept saying that Fan Lang harmed Yun Shengbai before, but I don't think it's that simple, I know Yun Shengbai's strength very well, ordinary people can't fight him. Behind Fan Lang, there may be another master, or the matter is more complicated and implicated in other things. ”

"Uncle Shi, I can't contact my brother, he may also be killed, can you let me go with you to investigate Fan Lang?"

"Don't go, stay in the Tower of Babel and cultivate in peace. ”

Yuan Zuocang shook his head, refused Xiahou Ri's companionship, and then went on the road alone and left the Tower of Babel.

Don't look at him calm on the surface, in fact, he is very concerned about his disciple in his heart, and he still has a glimmer of hope, hoping that Yun Shengbai will be fine.

"Fan Lang, this person is just a junior who came out of a small country, how could he make so many waves, even the disciples of the Heavenly Tower have planted a heel in his hands, it's too unusual. There must be some secret in him. This time, we must uncover the secrets of his body and see who he really is. ”

"Yun Shengbai, I have taught you for many years, and I have spent so much effort, I hope that you Ji people have their own natural appearance and are still alive in the world, otherwise it will be a white-haired person to send a black-haired person. ”

Yuan Zuocang's heart was in turmoil.

Sou!

A streamer of light was as fast as lightning, heading straight for the Demon Country.

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The core area of the Demon Country.

There is a large root of all evil here, which can give birth to thousands to tens of thousands of demons every day.

Several demon forces jointly occupy this source of all evil, and no one can enjoy it alone.

In comparison, the demon forces here are stronger than the ancient demon pools that have been destroyed.

This is where the Devil's Grass grows.

To be more precise, as long as there is a large area with the root of all evil, it is possible to grow Demon Hidden Grass, and the two go hand in hand.

Fan Lang used his ability to seize the transformation and create a ten-zhang long sword, which was used as a means of transportation, and flew here with the Demon Dream Snow, and began to look for the Demon Hidden Grass everywhere.

In order to make things easier, Fan Lang disguised himself as a demon, operated the Xuanyuan bone, and transformed into a fierce and domineering magic power, full of demonic energy, even more like a demon than a demon.

Mo Mengxue sat in Fan Lang's arms, closed her eyes, and completely let go of her perception ability, and all the plants within a radius of ten miles were included in her perception.

She knew that Fan Lang needed this special ability of her own, and she would often exercise it intentionally before, but now her perception ability is much stronger than at the beginning.

Before that, they had been looking for a long time, but they found nothing.

Demon Hidden Grass is so rare, and it can be disguised as another plant, so it is very difficult to find one.

Thousands of times in the crowd, the Demon Hidden Grass suddenly appeared.

"There are many vines hanging on the rock wall over there, one of the vines has the pattern of the Demon Hidden Grass, and it gives me a very strong feeling, it is likely that the Demon Hidden Grass is disguised!" Demon Mengxue said in surprise.

"Okay, you point in one direction, let's go over and see. Fan Lang's eyes lit up.

Under the guidance of Demon Dream Snow, the giant sword broke through the air and swung silver light, flew towards the rock wall, and soon flew to the place.

There was a hill with a very flat cliff with vines hanging from the top down.

At the foot of the mountain, there stood a demon, dressed in a robe, his aura tended to be restrained, looking up at the rock wall, as if he was looking at a special vine.

I finally found a suspected Demon Hidden Grass, but I didn't expect it to be targeted by others first.

Fan Lang has always been unreasonable and ruthless to the demons, and he moved a little murderous intent. He flew behind the demon with his greatsword, ready to attack.

The giant sword flew and set off a violent wind, sweeping the rocks on the opposite side, and countless plants trembled. The coercion on Fan Lang's body was more violent than the wind, like a giant dragon roaring, enveloping his head.

Interestingly, the demons on the opposite side didn't even look back, still looking up at the rock wall.

This shows one thing, he didn't take Fan Lang's killing intent and coercion in his eyes at all.

Said the steam egg

Twenty-sixth watch.