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On the stone steps leading to the foot of the mountain, the outer disciples of the Leng Yue Sect came and went, and there was an endless stream. No one paid attention to Fang Yun. He cares, too. Know these people.

At the foot of the mountain, Fang Yun was about to leave. But I was attracted by a commotion.

"Old fairy, old fairy, let me add it. I traveled hundreds of miles to get here. It's really a great admiration and yearning for the Cold Moon Sect!"

“...... Add my name as well. I'm so much better than him. I have a cultivation at the peak of the True Qi level, so I should be enough to join the Cold Moon Sect. ”

"Old fairy, this is a little meaning. It is the little one who honors you. Not a tribute ......"

"Bastard, this is the day when the Cold Moon Sect recruits outer disciples once a year. You're bribing me with yellow and white things, and you're throwing him out ......."

......

At the foot of the mountain, there was a lot of noise and discussion. Fang Yun saw on the spot that a fat man in brocade clothes was thrown out of the crowd.

"It's interesting, it's actually the Cold Moon Sect recruiting disciples!"

Fang Yun shook his head and smiled. I don't care, I take a step and I have to leave. Suddenly, Fang Yun's heart moved and he stopped.

"Now, Yang Hong will be out there searching everywhere for news of me. I ran to the barracks, and I threw myself into the net. On the contrary, it is better to take advantage of the Cold Moon Sect to recruit disciples and temporarily blend in. Anyway, I have the art of transfiguration, and no one recognizes me. When the injury healed, he returned to his original face. I'm afraid that if I see it in person, these people won't recognize me. ”

Fang Yun's eyes were thoughtful. He had a conversation in his mind that he had heard while unconscious.

"Young Master Baifeng?...... This Lan Daiyue doesn't seem to like this marriage. Well, I've got to find a way to help her!"

Fang Yun didn't know, but he knew, plus this Lan Daiyue had saved his life, if he didn't do something, it would be too unrighteous. I can't help it.

"This person calls himself the White Phoenix Prince, and he shouldn't be very old. If these two people are *** and love each other, I will also leave. If not, I can't say, I'm going to do something and break them up!"

Fang Yun still has this confidence. In terms of strength, except for the masters of Yang Hong and Jun Niansheng, among the martial artists of the same age, Fang Yun was confident that no one could catch up with him. Moreover, Jun Niansheng and these people, the youngest of whom are ten years older than himself. Fang Yun was confident that when he was twenty-five years old, he would never be worse than these people!

He even expected that if he had the audacity to intervene, he might cause the wrath of the Cold Moon Sect and the Heavenly Star Sect. None of this is a problem, though.

The Cold Moon Sect and the Celestial Star Sect are just two medium sects. When it comes to the background, you can be scared to death when you talk about your own background.

Can the sect be stronger than the imperial court?

The Great Zhou Dynasty didn't know how many sects it had exterminated, and the Cold Moon Sect and the Heavenly Star Sect were just two small shrimps. In front of the behemoth of the imperial court, it is really like a mantis arm. When it really starts, these two sects must have a lot of scruples!

With a plan in his heart, Fang Yun didn't rush to sign up for the assessment of the outer disciples, but went straight down the mountain.

......

"Shopkeeper, three taels of dense dates, two taels of guizhi, three taels of black beans, three taels of donkey skin, and one tael of ordinary Ganoderma lucidum, give me a bag. I'm going to ask for a hundred packs in total!"

In the pharmacy of the small town not far from Lengyue Mountain, Fang Yun reported several medicines in a row. The shopkeeper didn't pay much attention to it at the beginning, and in the end, when he heard that he wanted a hundred pairs, he immediately lifted his spirits. A few taels of each, a total of 100 pairs, that is more than ten, twenty or thirty catties!

"Guest, wait a minute. I'll do it right away!"

The shopkeeper smiled all over his face and immediately ordered the man to move the inventory in the warehouse.

A hundred packs, which is quite a lot. At least one person can't finish moving. Fang Yun didn't want people to know about his own space bag. Hire a car directly, and then drive towards the mountain gate of the Cold Moon Sect.

The one who drove the car was a veteran, and he went all the way steadily.

"Alright, let's stop here!"

Fang Yun jumped down from the car, and with a wave of his big sleeves, he saw a brocade bag hanging in the air, and suddenly pocketed it, and put all the hundred pairs of blood-replenishing medicinal materials into the space bag.

"This—"

The old coachman's eyes widened. Not to mention him, even an ordinary martial artist has never seen such a thing as a space bag.

"Haha," Fang Yun laughed and popped out a few Three Emperor Coins: "Thank you, old man!"

With that, he turned and walked up the mountain. He is very secretive, and he is not afraid of being discovered.

At the registration office for outer disciples, there are a lot fewer people. A mighty old man with a silver beard, followed by two outer disciples of the Fetal Level, was registering on the roster. At the same time, he is responsible for the assessment of the disciples in the sect.

After all, the Cold Moon Sect is a medium sect. This outer gate elder is also at the spirit level. Compared to the Qingwei Sect, the Heavenly Evil Sect, etc., it is much worse. A martial artist of this level, in normal times, Fang Yun may not necessarily take it in his eyes. But now, it's a show.

"Name?" Elder Whitebeard held on to a brush and didn't look up.

"Fang Yun. "Fang Yunxing doesn't change his surname, and he doesn't change his name. He has changed his face now, and he is not afraid of these people recognizing him.

"Strength?"

"True Qi level. ”

Fang Yun's answer immediately caused a burst of laughter around him.

"Such a sick ghost also has a true qi level, let's hurry home and heal the disease! The Cold Moon Sect is not something you can cure!"

Fang Yun sneered, and didn't bother to be polite to these people. With a flick of his fingers, a wisp of internal force flew out, directly shattering a stone not far away. In the past few days, his only gain is to comb a meridian in his right arm.

Fang Yun's hand came out, and the surroundings were immediately silent. This is the blue-veined stone used for assessment, which is ten times harder than ordinary stone. I haven't heard that Zhenqi has such power!

Even the elders of the outer sect who were in charge of the assessment raised their heads. The internal force is turned into finger force and flies out, and there are still people who can do it at the true qi level. But to crumble a piece of bluestone so easily. In addition to the depth of internal force, there is also a very high quality of internal force! This is not something that can be achieved through practice, this must be profound.

"Fang Yun, go in and get a set of Dao robes for the outer disciples of the Cold Moon Sect. ”

With a big stroke of the white beard elder, Elder Bai immediately recruited Fang Yun into the outer disciples. In this way, Fang Yun swaggered into a house behind under the stunned gaze of everyone.

"This set of sect robes and outer disciple tokens are held. When you get to the mountains, someone will arrange a place for you to stay!"

The person who distributed the robes was a middle-aged Taoist.

"Thank you, uncle!" Fang Yun saluted.

"Hmm. Go ahead. ”

Lengyue Mountain is very large, and there are many wings halfway up the mountain. Fang Yun deliberately avoided the firewood room. Not afraid of being discovered, he remained in the mountains.

The outer disciples of the Cold Moon Sect can obtain a set of Cold Moon Techniques and a set of Cold Moon Sword Techniques. However, even if it is passed on to the outer disciples. It's definitely not very much of a stream. Fang Yun didn't look down on it very much.

The rules of the Cold Moon Sect are very loose, and after receiving the Dao robe method, no one cares about you, and you are very idle. However, every month, in the sect, there will be an assessment of the outer disciples. There is progress, passed, and you can continue to stay at the bottom of the mountain. If you don't pass, you will immediately sweep the floor and go out. Even the robe must be taken back!

Fang Yun also had no intention of cultivating any Cold Moon Technique, what Cold Moon Sword to practice. His daily time is basically focused on recuperating from his injuries.

In the early morning, the fog is thick on the mountain.

Fang Yun pushed open the door and walked out of the wing. Outside the door, many disciples of the Cold Moon Sect lined up in a phalanx and practiced the Cold Moon Sword Technique in the pine mist. In front of the corridor in front of him, several handymen from the outer gate were sweeping up the fallen leaves.

"Senior brother!"

Seeing Fang Yun come out, a handyman smiled and said hello. In this row of wings, Fang Yun was the least shelf-free.

"Well, hard work. Fang Yun nodded.

"Senior brother is polite," the handyman smiled and said casually. At this moment, several outer disciples approached from the corridor. The handyman immediately put away his broom and stood in order.

"Senior brother!" said the handyman.

The two outer disciples ignored it and walked straight forward. When he passed by Fang Yun, he glanced at him and quickly walked away.

In the eyes of the other outer disciples of the Cold Moon Sect, the people living in the seventh wing room were very strange. I rarely go out, and I don't participate in the morning sword practice, and the smell of Chinese medicine often wafts from the room. This person usually does not have much interaction with outer disciples. but mingled with those miscellaneous servants. It can be said to be extremely eccentric.

However, no one dared to provoke him. Although this man looks like a sick ghost, his eyes are very sharp. Especially when the eyes are slightly squinted, it feels like a sword. At a glance, I was scared in my heart, where can I still do it.

"Senior brother, the medicine you asked for is here!"

At that moment, a servant came over with a medicine jar.

"Thank you. ”

Fang Yun took the medicine jar and thanked him, and then entered the chamber. He is now suffering from severe blood shortage, and he must take blood tonic medicine every day.

Inner disciples and outer disciples rarely interact with each other. Fang Yun also had no intention of making deep friendships on Cold Moon Mountain. That's all he spends when he goes out every day.

It's been a month since Fang Yun entered the mountain. This month, his internal strength recovered quickly. Now there is a cultivation equivalent to the fetal level. Further up, it is necessary to use a lot of internal force to nourish the strength, spirit, spirit and heroism.

The seven spirits of human beings are usually scattered in the limbs and eight remains, formless and formless, and combined with flesh and blood. Maintaining the operation of the seven spirits is the condition for the survival of the body. The process of eating every day can actually be seen as providing the necessary energy for the seven spirits every day. And in the process of condensing the Seven Spirits, a lot of energy needs to be consumed.

Fang Yun is unique because of ***, and the Seven Spirits are several times stronger than ordinary people. The vitality consumed is also unimaginable for ordinary martial artists!

"Wow!"

Fang Yunpan sat on the bed, drank the blood-replenishing elixir, immediately took out a porcelain bottle, poured out more than ten high-grade pills, and then swallowed them into his stomach.