Outside the Songhe Tower.

Feng Lan's palms each emitted a purple thunder light, which suddenly fissioned, and a purple wind blade loomed between the thunder lights.

The purple thunder light carried the wind blade and smashed into a large black mist.

The black fog instantly collapsed and scattered.

The purple thunder light was even more powerful, and it hit the chest of the gray-clothed fisherman, instantly spreading all over his body, tearing apart the strong body of a high-level cultivator of the Ning Yuan Realm.

The wind and the wind are pinching the method, the face is like a flat lake, and the heart is turbulent.

How can the first-order spell "Wind and Thunder Spell" be so strong?

Colorful spars, which have an immeasurable bonus to spells?

He pretended to be indifferent, put away the man's storage bag, walked into the pine crane tower, and looked around with contempt.

"All of you here are rubbish."

Feng Lan sneered and walked out of the Songhe Tower and walked towards Nanbaofang.

"Young Master Lan, Young Master Chen told you to go to the Wang family as soon as possible and wait."

When he was about to arrive at Nanbaofang, an old servant whispered in his ear.

Feng Lan didn't notice how this person squeezed in front of him, and seeing the blue smoke in the depths of his eyes, he couldn't even see his cultivation.

"Senior Brother Sixth is going to stay at home for a few more days. I'm going to wander around and gain experience. Feng Lan said, "I'm tired of the old man with a word, if the senior brothers want to leave, come to Songhe Tower and call me." ”

"The ancient city at the moment, there are a little waves, and the lord is a little worried." The old servant whispered calmly.

"I'm a good person, what are you afraid of? Could it be that there is no room for good people in the ancient city? Feng Lan said.

Fenglan knew what the old servant said, so he didn't care.

With more than a dozen hard-fought battles, he deeply understood the subtlety of the essence of the magic and the Dao in actual combat, which was of great help to the cultivation of the magic and the Dao.

Learning behind closed doors is easy to fall into an inexplicable sense of superiority, which is in great contrast with practical application.

For example, everyone thinks that the techniques and Taoism of the Heavenly Sect of the Five Righteous Sects are superior to others.

In fact, fighting against those strong people who are accustomed to licking blood from the head of the knife, even if it is a very inconspicuous Dao magic power, will play a subtle role in turning the tide of the battle.

Another example is that the high-level Dao methods and techniques of the Palm Heaven Sect are extremely difficult to cultivate, and they are extremely difficult and profound.

In actual combat, only by fighting against a strong enemy can you realize that you don't need to strictly follow the rules of the Supreme True Law to kill the enemy, and you only need to comprehend a little mystery in the Supreme True Law, and you can benefit immensely.

When fighting against a strong enemy, you can feel every trace of strength in your body and every trace of power available around you, and what you gain from it is not something that a powerful master can teach, but can only self-perceive, summarize, and improve in continuous tempering.

The old servant was expected, prepared, and very calm, knowing very well that it was impossible for him to "bring" Fenglan back to the Wang's house.

This fourteen-year-old boy fights with people, and his shot is a killing move, and he will die.

This world is more suitable for such people to seek a place to stand.

In the eyes of the old servant, the Wang family's attitude towards Ye Chengfeng, Ximen Xiaoyu and Fenglan was very bad.

Ye Chengfeng and Ximen Xiaoyu went to Yuanshimen to worship the mountain, accompanied by two important figures of the Wang family.

Fenglan walked out of the palace alone and broke through on his own.

What is certain now is that there is no good way to make amends.

Before leaving the ancient city, Fenglan will not go to the Wang family again.

The old servant quietly departed.

* * *

Feng Lan wandered around and didn't "shop" anything.

There are a few spiritual materials that can bet on luck, and I held back.

From time to time, passers-by chatted about the collapse of a certain mountain range.

He was sure that the matter had spread completely, and that it was safe for the time being, so he returned to the Songhe Tower, hoping to hear more reliable and more information.

The first floor of the Songhe Tower was not full.

He sat down in a corner, ordered a table of wine and food, and savored it slowly.

When the shopkeeper saw him, he always had an imperceptible weird smile, an inexplicable playful smile, which was a little complicated.

Sure enough, a group of seven people appeared in the Songhe Tower.

"The collapse of the Xuanyin Mountain Range has caused a tide of demon beasts, which is really a strange thing."

"We've got to get over early and grab a good prize."

They ordered food and drink, and began to talk loudly.

Feng Lan's heart was shocked, and he naturally thought of the "illusion" situation of the battle between the black dragon and the black snake.

"What's the secret there?"

He tried to think about it, but he couldn't figure out the ugliness.

He found that many people listened to the conversation of the seven and were making their own judgments.

"The Xuanyin Mountain Range is one of the rumored locations of the 'Golden Kwai Tianhou Temple'." One of them suddenly interjected and said gloomily, "If what you say is true, then things are not so simple. ”

"Yes, yes, that's right." The other person said again and again, "If it is really the 'Tianhou Palace', then the bloodline of the demon beasts affected by that Feng Shui treasure will be unknown. ”

"Could it be that someone stole that clothed mound?"

"Impossible, impossible, absolutely impossible. Let's think about it, how many inverted strong people are planted on this, and how miserable they died. ”

Everyone had a heated discussion, and the hall was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

"The truth is that the Xuanyin Mountain Range collapsed, causing a tide of demon beasts."

A simple sentence pulled everyone back to reality.

"Early, not late. Once 'they' do it, we don't even have a share of the soup. ”

"yes, 'they' do it, we can't even eat in time."

Words full of complaints spread, contagious to everyone's emotions.

Feng Lan knew that the "they" they were referring to the forces of the Xiuzhen Sect headed by the Yuan Shi Sect, the Immortal Society, and the Heavenly Chamber of Commerce, and the forces of the Gate Valve Family headed by Jiang, Xiong, Feng, and Hua.

"Wait. Be patient and wait. ”

Feng Lan admonished himself like this, and left the first floor, went to his room, and went through everything carefully, no longer thinking about it.

"Everything, let it be."

He soon became obsessed with cultivation, and carefully comprehended the supreme true methods of the Twenty-Eight Styles of the Palm Heaven Sequence, the "Seven Star Style" and the "Zhuxian Style".

The "Seven Star Style" is the supernatural power given by the master when apprenticing, and it needs to be disclosed to the sect.

"Zhuxian style" is secretly passed on by the master through the four senior brothers, and the whole sect does not know about it.

The relationship or reason between them cannot be fully understood.

It is probably certain that every disciple who has a personal lineage will have a non-public supreme true Dharma lineage such as the "Zhuxian Style".

"Perhaps, the Zhuxian style has something to do with the Wind and Snow Sutra."

Feng Lan thinks so.

When cultivating Dao methods and spells, he would carefully refer to other sects, actively or passively learn them, and he would not deliberately care.

"Whether it's the magic or the Dao of that school, it's one thing to cultivate it or not, and it's another thing to use it."

When he cultivated with this cognition, he felt more comfortable and comfortable, and the stumbling and stumbling in his cultivation became more interesting.

He was completely immersed in his cultivation.

* * *

In the past two days, no one from the Wang family has come, and there is no news from the three senior brothers.

Fenglan thinks that the time is about the same, and he can leave.

When I walked out of the room, I realized that I should not come back after walking out of this Songhe Tower this time.

So, he deliberately changed back to the clothes of the disciples of the Zhangtian Sect, the well-fitting azure robe, the high collar to protect the neck, the waist belt embroidered with the delicate Zhangtian Taiji seal, the front and back four symmetrical sword-shaped belts, and the clothes just covered the top of the feet.

Just in case, book a room for two days and pay a deposit.

He also asked the shopkeeper to pack enough dry food, buy many elixirs and four expensive high-end storage bags in the neighboring shops, and set off in the direction of the Xuanyin Mountain Range.

Enter the mountains and encounter two seriously wounded monks.

They saw the wind, and their eyes radiated a light that was more terrifying than seeing a ferocious demon beast.

Feng Lan understands this kind of look, and has seen with his own eyes that people with this kind of eyes die under his own sword.

If they pose a threat to his life, he will not hesitate to kill them.

Now, it's completely unnecessary.

He gave each of them a healing elixir "Golden Tiger Pill", and only after the two of them took the elixir and the situation improved, did he ask the details of the demon beast.

The tide of demon beasts in the direction of the Xuanyin Mountain Range was only a small fluctuation, and it was wiped out by the huge human race's scattered cultivation.

The real monster tide occurs in the vast "Yanghe Mountains".

Right now, Yuan Shimen and the Jiang family have already sent elites.

What was going on there, they didn't know.

After the wind was over, he immediately headed in the direction of the Yanghe Mountain Range that the two of them said.

* * *

Xuanyuan Mountains.

The first of the five mountain ranges of the ancient city, it is located in the middle of the ancient city.

Ten thousand years ago, the Heavenly Demon King Court was established in the hinterland of the mountain range.

The Nine Saints of the Human Race defeated the invincible Heavenly Demon Legion and buried the Heavenly Demon Court in the Xuanyuan Mountain Range.

Since then, the Xuanyuan Mountains have become the most vast and dangerous forbidden land, guarded by the "Great Zhou Heavenly Demon Slaying Circle".

Even though the powerful Terran Divine Realm cultivators had names and surnames, there were as many as eleven people who had fallen in the forbidden land of the mountain range.

The Yanghe Mountains have always been a branch of the southwestern end of the most inconspicuous Xuanyuan Mountains.

It is a branch vein, the scope is already vast, thousands of ravines and thousands of hills, layered densely, the whole mountain terrain is like a huge "basin".

Nearly a million Terran monks gathered on the edge of the mountain range, like ants scattered across the vast desert.

Thinking back to 10,000 years ago, the scene when the Nine Sages commanded hundreds of millions of monks of the human race to fight against the Heavenly Demon Clan, countless souls stayed in the Xuanyuan Mountain Range forever, how heroic it was.

10,000 years under.

Who can understand the defeat of the past year.

Who could have thought that the human race did not establish a unified human emperor dynasty like the ancient witch clan or the heavenly demon clan in the end, but used the Xiuzhen Alliance to jointly maintain the bloodstained results.

In the evening, the beast tide suddenly surged, scattering and impacting, scattering and scattering the Terran monks, each fleeing to save their lives.

It is appropriate to describe it as a wolf running and a pig burst.

Feng Lan didn't care about all aspects, and identified the direction of the weakest human race due west, and joined the battle.

With the help of the Seven Star Immortal Sword, he used his exquisite and unparalleled Heavenly Palm Sect's various Dao magic powers, and quickly stopped the rout.

In a mountain, a seriously injured man is fighting a silver-winged tiger beast, and it seems that he can't support it.

Fenglan casts the Wind Thunder Spell to easily slay the Tiger Beast.

"Hey, it turned out to be the leader of the gourd gang."

After Feng Lan said this, he immediately felt that there was a serious problem.

He shouldn't have known the surname and identity of this square-faced man.

Now that he knew, the events of that day had been exposed.

"Thank you Daoyou for saving your life." The square-faced man said strongly.

His bowels could be seen, and there were deep claw marks on the vertebrae on his back, and the pain made him sweat profusely.

He didn't say a word, and he was still on guard against the Terran boy in front of him, his fists clenched, desperate at any time.

Fenglan gave him a Golden Tiger Pill and an elixir to heal his wounds, and left.

As the wind continued to advance, the demon beasts scattered around seemed to have found their target and began to converge.

Feng Lan concentrated his attention and killed this tide of demon beasts surging westward in one fell swoop.

He soon discovered that the people who had fled in this direction were approaching.