Seeing Fang Feiyang, the old man's eyes lit up, and he waved his hand to signal the irrelevant people in the hall to leave, so after a while, there were only three people left in the entire hall: the old man, Chen Xiaosheng and Fang Feiyang.

"Meet the Sect Master. Chen Xiaosheng knelt down and saluted the old man.

Fang Feiyang immediately knew his identity, Yan Yufeng, the current sect leader of the Tongxin Alliance, had inherited the seal of calamity from the predecessor of the hexagram immortal Xu Yunyi, and he was also the person he was looking for on this trip.

"Meet Senior Yan!" Fang Feiyang hurriedly stepped forward and saluted.

"No courtesy!" Yan Yufeng waved his hand and kindly helped Fang Feiyang up: "Since you have the seal of calamity, then we will be our closest comrades-in-arms in the future, and these false gifts will be waived in the future." ”

"Senior, how do you know that I have the seal of calamity?" Fang Feiyang was stunned for a moment when he heard this, just now he and Chen Xiaosheng walked into the main hall together, and the two were always together in the process, Chen Xiaosheng hadn't spoken to Yan Yufeng at all.

"As you should know, I've got a knack for arithmetic. Yan Yufeng said with a smile: "I not only calculated that you had the seal of bad luck, but also calculated that you might be in danger, so I arranged for Chen Xiaosheng to pick you up." ”

Originally, Fang Feiyang thought that it was a coincidence that he met Chen Xiaosheng at that time, but now that he heard Yan Yufeng say this, it turned out that all this was deliberately arranged by him after calculating it.

This ability is really good.

But hearing Chen Xiaosheng, he also smiled: "Sect Master, although you calculated that he had the seal of calamity, you didn't count the number of seals of calamity that he carried. ”

"Oh?" Yan Yufeng's eyes lit up: "Could it be that." You have more than one seal of doom in you?"

At this time, Fang Feiyang didn't need to hide his secrets, and he simply revealed all the four seals of calamity in his body.

The moment I saw four white light clusters appear. Yan Yufeng couldn't close his mouth in surprise, and even his fingers trembled: "Painting the Holy Leaf Jinghong, the Son of the Void Luo Yishan, the Killing God Pear Falling Fairy, and the most mysterious Jiang Jingyu senior, you ...... You...... You...... Hey, it's really the back waves of the Yangtze River pushing the front waves, and a new generation is better than the old. ”

Speaking of this, Yan Yufeng was also completely speechless, he himself could get the inheritance of a seal of calamity. It's already a matter of great luck, and Fang Feiyang actually got four.

"Seniors. These are all things that the younger generation is lucky enough to get by chance because of some coincidences, and they are not very capable. Fang Feiyang said humbly.

"Luck?" Yan Yufeng smiled: "What is the most important thing in the path of cultivation?

Hearing him say this, Fang Feiyang could only smile awkwardly. I don't know what to say.

After a long time, Yan Yufeng reluctantly accepted this fact and asked, "Regarding the relationship between our Concentric Alliance and the Tribulation Alliance, Chen Xiaosheng should have already told you, right?"

Fang Feiyang nodded.

"Then are you interested in joining our Concentric Alliance?" Yan Yufeng asked expectantly, "With the four seals of calamity on your body, as long as you are willing to come, I will leave it directly to you as the next sect master." ”

Yan Yufeng suddenly made a condition that ordinary people couldn't refuse.

"This ......" Fang Feiyang hesitated a little, after all, he had asked for someone to make this trip, if he refused too simply, he was also afraid that Yan Yufeng would not help him find the whereabouts of Sister Qinglian. But if he wanted to abandon the Yunhai Immortal Sect and join other sects, he couldn't accept it for a while.

Fortunately, Chen Xiaosheng relieved him in time and whispered a few words in Yan Yufeng's ear.

"I see. It's me who lost my temper. Yan Yufeng smiled apologetically after hearing this: "Actually, you are also very good in the Yunhai Immortal Sect, but there are not only people who have the seal of calamity but have not joined our Concentric Alliance, as for what you ask for, I am duty-bound." ”

"So, Senior Yan, did you agree?" Fang Feiyang was a little overjoyed.

"Yes. Yan Yufeng said with a smile

"Great grace from the seniors. The younger generation is toothless and unforgettable. Fang Feiyang bowed deeply: "In the future, if there is a place where I need help, the younger generation will never give up." ”

"Don't thank me so early. Although I am good at divination, I am not a prophet who knows everything, and I cannot calculate everything. Yan Yufeng stretched out his hand and helped Fang Feiyang up: "You sit on the stone platform." ”

Only then did Fang Feiyang notice that there was a circular stone platform at the back of the main hall, about half a meter high, just enough for one person to sit on.

Underneath the stone platform, there are all sorts of strange patterns and lines, and there are twelve candlesticks, but the candles inside have not yet been lit.

Directly above the stone platform, a large white cloth hung in the air, and there was no pattern on it.

Fang Feiyang was a little puzzled for a while, and Yan Yufeng seemed to know what he was thinking, and said with a smile: "My method of divination is different from ordinary people, so don't worry about it." ”

Fang Feiyang sat on the stone platform as he said, Yan Yufeng waved his sleeves, and the twelve candlesticks around the stone platform were lit at the same time, and the jumping candles surrounded Fang Feiyang in the middle.

"Close your eyes, relax your body, think about Wei Qinglian in your mind, and leave the rest to me. Yan Yufeng's tone made people feel inexplicably trusting.

Fang Feiyang did as he was told, only to feel that his body was gradually becoming chaotic, it felt like he was drunk, and many pictures that he had never seen before appeared inexplicably in his mind.

Yan Yufeng sat down cross-legged opposite Fang Feiyang, took out a tortoise shell with his left hand, and took out a small bronze sword with his right hand that was only the length of a finger, put it diagonally on the tortoise shell, pinched a magic trick with both hands, and remained motionless.

As the minutes and seconds passed, the light and shadow of the twelve candlesticks flickered, reflecting the faces of Yan Yufeng and Fang Feiyang, while Chen Xiaosheng, who was standing on the side, raised his head and stared at the white cloth above his head without blinking.

Gradually, some patterns began to appear on the white cloth.

Chen Xiaosheng looked intently at the white cloth on the top of his head, and the pattern on it gradually became clear.

It is an island shrouded in mist, looking from afar, the pavilions and attics above, strange rocks and waterfalls, a scene of paradise.

There is a huge rock on the island, on which two golden handwriting faintly appear - Yao Chi.

"Yaochi Wonderland, what does this have to do with Wei Qinglian?" Chen Xiaosheng said to himself in some surprise.

And then, the picture on the white cloth gradually changed, and other scenes were derived like a movie—I saw that in the mist of clouds, several shadows and rabbits rose and fell, and seemed to be fighting.

And the surrounding clouds and mist gradually became stained with a trace of blood.

The picture came to an abrupt end, and Chen Xiaosheng was stunned for a moment, seeing that the twelve candlesticks had not been extinguished, he hurriedly waved his hand.

The patterned white cloth flew to his hand, and another brand new white cloth flew to his place.

Yan Yufeng and Fang Feiyang were still sitting like old monks, and after a while, new patterns gradually appeared on the brand-new white cloth. (To be continued)