"Sister Fan, that kid has taken over the task of Fengyuhua in Dongfeng Valley, and he has already rushed to Dongfeng Valley. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"Dongfeng Valley, let's go!"

"Yes!"

....

Out of the world, Fang Yuan played a good luck and threw the people who were watching off for a few streets.

Along the way, he opened his golden pupils and accidentally got a wild ginseng, which is better than nothing.

The valley of the east wind was as quiet as ever, except for the howling east wind, there were not even insects and birds.

"Hey, isn't this Xiao Fangyuan? I haven't seen you for a long time. ”

Before entering the East Wind Valley, a small figure fell from the sky.

She has short blond hair and frog patterns on her clothes. Wear a very special frog-shaped hat, and the frog eyes on the hat can still blink.

Fang Yuan bowed respectfully. "Visitor, I haven't seen you for a long time, where are you going!"

The frog hat blinked, and the smile on the visitor's face remained the same. "Qilu's stupid (9) likes to freeze frogs, and I've fought with her many times for this, and now I'm tired of it, and go home to sleep. ”

"Huh!"

The matter of the two big guys, Fang Yuan couldn't interject, he could only make a voice of unknown meaning to fool the past.

"I'm going to rest, goodbye, little Fangyuan!" the interviewer waved his hand and flew away.

"Rest well and take care of yourself!"

Seventy or eighty percent of the bosses in Fantasy Mountain are not humans, and some of these non-humans have a kind attitude towards people, and some are more vicious, so it depends on luck.

However, whether it is kind or vicious, the big guy is the big guy, and it is rumored that the monks after the foundation was built, and they were still slapped to death when they were unhappy.

In the final analysis, it is still relying on strength to speak.

Sending off his son, Fang Yuan also officially stepped into the mouth of the Dongfeng Valley.

Here the wind is already strong, the green color is reduced, and most of it is bare rock.

Fang Yuan arched his body, reduced the area blown by the wind, and at the same time ran with the wind, although he couldn't go against the wind, but he could still pull the wind away a little.

Not long after Fang Yuan entered the Dongfeng Valley, the three figures also came to the vicinity of the Dongfeng Valley.

The two figures stopped outside the Dongfeng Valley, and the tall and plump figure in the middle rushed into the Dongfeng Valley.

Fang Yuan only walked more than twenty meters inside, and the strong wind pressure made him have to lie on the ground and crawl forward.

In the Valley of the East Wind, spiritual sense is restricted, and if you go out of your body to investigate, you will be in danger of being blown away by strong winds.

Fang Yuan chose to come here, of course, not unprepared.

He reached out and patted the storage bag, and the curly hair was held tightly in his hand, and with the input of spiritual power, the curly hair turned into a swarthy rope.

Ignoring the strong wind, the rope continued to stretch, stuck in a crack in the rock above the slope, and after wrapping around a few times to ensure that it would not be blown off, Fang Yuan crawled up against the wind.

Nearly two feet below the square circle, there was also a person lying on his stomach.

A plump woman with green hair dancing wildly in the wind.

At this moment, she stared at the rope, revealing a look of greed and excitement, and looked at Fang Yuan's eyes as if she was looking at a dead person.

If it weren't for the fact that the wind here was too strong and too weird, at such a close distance, she would have more than ten ways to kill the other party.

But here, she could only get closer slowly.

It's not that she's unwilling to wait outside. It's the rumors of Dongfeng Valley that there lives a kind-hearted human boss in Fantasy Mountain, Sanae Fairy.

There were once a few strong-willed geniuses who climbed to a certain height, and when they were exhausted and fainted by the wind, they were rescued by this fairy and sent safely to the world, not to mention, and left a lot of good things.

Now those people are already the masters who have built the foundation.

Later, some people followed suit to climb the East Wind Valley, but unfortunately, none of them succeeded in seeing the Sanae Fairy, but instead fell to death a few fools, and over time no one came, and even forgot about this legend.

But as a disciple of the ninth layer of Bigu, she knew this legend, and judging from Teng Cheng's description, Fang Yuan was definitely a genius with a strong will, and he was only a six-year-old genius in real age.

With the attitude of believing it or not, she followed up, and after seeing the rope, she was even more sure that the other party had a great opportunity.

If she captures it, it will definitely be much easier for her to build a foundation, and it will be worth any risk she takes.

It was only a little more than a zhang away, but Fang Yuan didn't know that the crisis was lurking behind him, because the wind here was too strong, and it was difficult for any sound or breath to be transmitted here.

Relying on the swarthy rope, he climbed up two feet with difficulty but steadily, and in the case of reluctance, he opened up a distance from the danger.

Mature women can only grit their teeth and insist on catching up.

At this position, Fang Yuan poured spiritual power into his eyes, so that he could barely see the rock wall above him.

At a height of one zhang, there are three blue-blue flowers, rooted in the rock crevices, standing in the wind.

No amount of wind bent their waists.

Fang Yuan's face was beaming, the rope was fixed in the rock crevice where the Wind Whispering Flower was, and he climbed up again.

The distance of one zhang took him half an hour, and his spiritual power and physical strength were consumed a lot.

However, after getting close to the Wind Whispering Flower, the strength of the wind gradually decreased, and when Fang Yuan put his hand on the rhizome of the Wind Whispering Flower, the wind no longer posed a threat to him.

This is the characteristic of the Wind Whispering Flower, as long as it is around the Wind Whispering Flower, it is a good resting spot.

Of course, when you pull it up, this effect will disappear, and if you are not prepared, the instantaneous wind will send you out of the Valley of the East Wind.

Fang Yuan took out an elixir that restored his spiritual power and swallowed it, resting for the time being.

A foot away from the back, the mature women narrowed the distance between each other again.

The profound spiritual power of the ninth layer of Bigu made her last longer than Fang Yuan.

At tea time, she pulled into a zhang.

In the time of two teas, she was only less than half a foot away from the radius, as long as a little more, a little bit later, it would be within reach.

At this moment, Fang Yuan made a move.

He took advantage of the gap protected by the wind whispering flowers, and looked up to see that in the rock crevice nearly two zhang away in front of him, four wind whispering flowers were facing the wind.

The rope stretched again, clutching firmly in one crack and wrapping around itself, and then reached out to pull the wind flower up.

Violent winds swept through this small world of tranquility.

Fang Yuan stabilized his body, put all the wind whispering flowers into the storage bag, and continued to climb up after getting used to it.

Just a foot away from him, the flying sword that flickered with cold light was reluctantly withdrawn by the woman.

The sun rises from the east to the middle and sets from the middle to the west.

It had been four hours since Fang Yuan entered the Dongfeng Valley.

Along the way, Fang Yuan climbed and stopped, and advanced a distance of only more than thirty zhang.

The further back on, the stronger and more violent the wind becomes.

And at this moment, Fang Yuan put his hot gaze on the three-zhang high rock crevice.

(There is still a chapter at 8 p.m., ask for a recommendation ticket!)