Zhang Yuan stood at the front of the flying boat, feeling the cold wind blowing in his face, after a while, the surrounding clouds gradually faded, the flying boat broke through the clouds, the misty blue sky, the vast earth, the magnificent beauty in front of him. Ｘ

Looking at the golden edge lit up on the distant skyline, Zhang Yuan's words were very disturbing: "How many spirit stones can you buy in this boat?

Hearing this, Nan Qiluo's beautiful eyes jumped with a ghostly light, glanced at him heavily, and said indifferently: "Don't say that you can't afford it, even if you give it to you, you think you can afford it?"

"The imperial envoy this boat, the consumption of spirit stones per hour is not less than a hundred, with your old background, it is better to consider this thing after a few decades. ”

There are two types of flying magic weapons, one is to use one's own spiritual power to drive flight, and the other is to inlay spirit stones as energy drives.

Most of the monks with rich families choose the latter, which is not only more comfortable, but also has a certain effect of resisting attacks.

And those who are fledgling and have no background can only choose the former. If you rush to a long distance and don't pay attention to stopping and recovering, you will inevitably consume the spiritual power in your body, and if you encounter an enemy again at this time, you will undoubtedly fall into a disadvantage.

At this time, the height of the flying boat began to gradually decrease, and it headed towards the ground. A reckless mountain range comes into view, looming in the misty clouds, full of verdant mountains and forests.

"Can I remember the breathing method I taught you?" Nan Qiluo changed her dress, and her appearance changed greatly, not at all like the original demon girl of the Imperial God Sect.

Zhang Yuan nodded, and as soon as he went out of the method, the aura fluctuations on his body suddenly dissipated, like a mortal, but it made people unable to see the depth.

Nan Qiluo glanced at him, nodded and said, "This is a lot less, with the weirdness of your roots, just use it, they will treat you as a foundation building realm, so that we can also act conveniently." ”

Then he looked down for a while, and a looming crack in the distance came into view, and from this position, some faint black gas faintly emerged from the crack in the ground, heading straight to the top of the cloud but not completely dissipating, obviously very condensed.

"This is the miasma of the earth, and maybe the evil qi of the dragon corpse, even the talisman spirit shield can be corroded, even if the Jindan monk is in it, it can't last long, and the first batch of impatient fools have all died inside. I saw that the poisonous gas could not be dispersed in three or five days, so I simply went around and did not wait here. ”

"It's a lot lighter now, and it's probably been a matter of the past few days....... ”

Nan Qiluo looked at Zhang Yuan and said calmly: "Remember, if you want to carve up a sum of money, you must join forces with me and listen to my arrangement." Otherwise, a condensation period natives with no backing background, just xenophobia is enough for them to unite and throw you into the abyss. ”

Listening to these implied warnings, Zhang Yuan touched the black clothes on his body that were not leather or cloth, and replied, "What is the function of this clothes?"

Nan Qiluo froze coldly when she heard this, but did not answer him, suddenly waved her hand to withdraw the flying boat, and flew down with her big sword.

Zhang Yuan's feet suddenly emptied, and the whole person fell, subconsciously startled, and then laughed to himself, summoned the flying sword in the ring and stepped on his feet, and slid towards a mountain top behind the other party.

"Who's coming?"

When they were dozens of zhang above the ground, a monk Edgeworth met the two of them and asked loudly.

Nan Qiluo's face was slightly cold, and she asked rhetorically, "Who are you?"

Probably feeling the spiritual pressure on Nan Qiluo's body, the monk's face changed, and he was immediately a lot more polite, but he still said with a hint of arrogance: "This is the residence of my Ji family, and you two are also here for the dragon corpse, right?" ”

Nan Qiluo's face was slightly puzzled, obviously he had never heard of the Ji family, but when he saw the dozen or so tents below, there were faint aura of several foundation building peaks, so he swallowed this breath and flew in another direction.

Around the cracks in the ground, among the verdant pine forests on the mountaintops, there are more or less tents, each of which represents a group of monks who have come to this realm.

Roughly counted, there are more than 30 such forces, no less than a hundred tents......

Zhang Yuan followed Nan Qiluo through the air above the lush pine forest, and finally found an open area to land, and as soon as he landed, he heard a loud shout from the direction of the Ji family's station.

"What kind of bullshit chicken and duck family, dare to ask my Lieshan clan to avoid the road!!"

"Where did the madman come from, he actually insulted my lintel, don't you know how to write dead words?"

These words immediately caused the Ji family to blow up their nests, and a wave of monks flew out of the dozen or so tents, rushing towards the comers.

And the new monks who claimed to be from the Lieshan clan were not afraid at all when they saw this scene, and they fought against the people of the Ji family.

There was a sudden murderous aura in the mountain wind that swept by, and the sound of the roaring battle shook the mountains all over the field, and the overflowing spiritual pressure and colorful spells rose to the sky, attracting many monks who were meditating silently in the tents to come out and watch.

"What's the origin of this Ji family, why are you so arrogant?"

"Lonely and unheard, you haven't heard of the Ji family? ”

"The Lieshan clan is known as the first family in the east, don't you know this?"

"Isn't the eastern part of the Fazen Temple?"

The monks of the neighboring settlements were stunned for a moment, and found that they could not talk to each other at all.

......

Listening to the whispers floating in the air, Nan Qiluo frowned slightly, her expression full of puzzlement.

"Have you heard of the Ji clan and the Lieshan clan?" she tilted her head to look at Zhang Yuan.

"I haven't heard of it. Zhang Yuan shook his head.

"It's strange, there are so many foundation building disciples, and they can still support cross-border consumption, it shouldn't be a nameless family, why have you never heard of the names of these two families?"

Zhang Yuan didn't speak, just silently looked at the chaotic battle on the opposite mountain.

The unification of all worlds doesn't seem to be something that everyone knows.

The disciples of the Ji clan and the Lieshan clan fought for half an hour, and after finding that they were evenly matched, the monks led by the two sides decisively stopped the fight, took a step back from each other, and no longer engaged in this senseless fight.

Silence returned to the mountains, and Zhang Yuan took out a tent from the ring, thanks to the gift of Lu Guoshi, so that he would not be ridiculed by Nan Qiluo.

The tent is not big, but it is engraved with a miniature magic circle, which can shield the divine sense from scanning, and has a slight protective effect, which is a must-prepare thing.

It was getting late, and darkness was enveloping the mountains.

Zhang Yuan sat in the tent, for some reason his mind was a little difficult to settle, he barely entered the state of cultivation but was always interrupted by distracting thoughts, and in the end, he simply pushed open the tent door, looked at the shadowy pine forest outside, and looked at the bright moon hanging in the pine forest......

He suddenly thought of Su Hanyue, Bai Yunyan, and even Feng Siniang......

What are these women doing at the moment?

In the unpredictable realm, people always miss the past that comforts them, the beauty that they ignore by themselves, and the faces that are fresh and moving, they are near and far, looming......

Zhang Yuan suddenly thought of a question, if they didn't have spiritual roots and could only struggle in the mud as a mortal, how should he face them?

Do you get along, or do you forget about each other?

......

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The grades are getting worse and worse, are you not interested in continuing to chase them?