Qingzhu Mountain.

Fang Xi's figure appeared in the cellar and looked around vigilantly.

I was relieved to find that the amulet on that wall was still intact, but the aura had become extremely faint.

"I can come back, it looks like I can easily get out of that dangerous place."

As for trying to take someone through?

In Fang Xi's mind now, there was no such thought at all!

His golden finger is extremely important, even if all the Black Rock City is dead, he will never compromise on this point.

This time, in the name of searching for supplies, he ran to a no-man's corner to cross.

At this time, Fang Xi's expression gradually became serious, and he took out a small jade bottle from his arms.

Inside the bottle, it's the blood of the demon-stained!

"The Demon ...... of the Great Cool World It's not the same thing as the demon cultivation in the immortal cultivation realm, at least, I didn't sense the slightest demonic energy, but looking at the performance, it was quite weird......"

Fang Xi thought for a moment, took out a jade plate, and poured the jade bottle, letting a drop of dark black blood roll down on it.

While!

The blood beads fell on the jade plate, and suddenly made a sound like a pearl, as if it had been coagulated.

Fang Xi's face was expressionless, and he rushed into the jade plate, inputting a trace of qi and blood power.

A large number of vessel-like lines instantly appeared on the surface of the jade plate, and they were wrapped around the blood beads.

Snort!

Tiny white smoke emerged, and the moment those blood threads touched the beads, they turned into nothingness and were evaporated!

Seeing this scene, Fang Xi's expression remained unchanged, but the power of input was replaced by real power.

Buzzing!

In the jade plate, the blood-streaked light was in full bloom in an instant!

Wisps of wisps, wrapped around blood beads.

The blood beads were half-wrapped and began to melt, but in the next moment, an astonishing scene occurred - from the inside of the blood beads, mutilated black tadpole symbols began to seep out.

The blood line transformed by the true power, when it encountered these symbols, immediately made an overwhelmed sound, and was slowly corroded.

Looking at this scene, Fang Xi's expression was calm.

"Not to mention the power of qi and blood, even if it is the true power of a martial artist, will it still be eroded when encountering a much diluted subordinate mana?"

After using the means of immortal cultivators to test, Fang Xi suddenly had an understanding of Mu Canglong's state.

This martial arts hall master had said before that he could use a large amount of true power to resist, but at this time, it seemed that the time of his death was not far away!

"Mana...... The power of the devil...... Is it beyond the power of Qi and Blood Martial Arts? ”

Fang Xi thought about it and ran the exercises again.

But this time, he is running the 'Changchun Jue'!

The cool mana seeped into the jade plate, turning into cyan silk threads, constantly piercing the blood beads.

This time!

Even if the pitch-black mutilated tadpole text reappeared, it was easily pierced by the cyan silk thread.

Then, the bead of blood slowly melted, and suddenly dissipated into a wisp of green smoke......

"The mana of an immortal cultivator can restrain mana?"

Fang Xi's eyes lit up.

That's good news.

At least, for immortal cultivators, demons may not be immortal.

"Mu Canglong is about to die, and I don't know if the Qingling Pill in my hand will work?"

While thinking, Fang Xi walked out of the wooden house.

On top of the door, there is a sticky note.

He picked it up and looked at it, and was suddenly a little excited: "It's Chen Ping......"

Before, he asked the other party to introduce some circles, and at this time, it seems that he has finally gained something!

……

Half a day later.

Qingzhu Shanfang City.

Chen Ping and Fang Xi walked one after the other, and came to a tall teahouse.

Chen Ping had a slight smug look on his face: "Fang Daoyou, please rest assured, Shen Daoyou and Yunmeng Fairy are both kind people, and they have never had a fight." ”

Fang Xi smiled bitterly: "I'm not worried about this, but ......"

He looked up at the plaque.

The teahouse is called 'Ming Qing Pavilion' and is famous for selling spiritual tea.

In this kind of high-consumption place, the original Fang Xi didn't even have the idea of coming.

However, he still came cheekily, after all, it didn't hurt to make some like-minded people.

Of course, this is also because Chen Ping said that the meeting place is in Fang City, if he dares to say that the place is outside Qingzhu Mountain, Fang Xi will definitely not say a word, turn around and leave, and then cut off relations with him.

"Oh, rest assured, the fee for this private room has already been paid by Fairy Yunmeng."

Chen Ping saw what Fang Xi was worried about and comforted him.

"I see, so what are you waiting for?"

Fang Xi immediately pulled Chen Ping and entered the Mingqing Pavilion.

The attic is elegantly furnished, with a rooftop on which a luthier is playing the strings with his bare hands.

Among the incense burners around, there is a tranquil incense rising up.

Even though there are some guests, the conversation is extremely quiet, and it is a very elegant place.

Chen Ping also seemed a little nervous, recognized the way, and walked into a box.

In the box, there were already two monks, a man and a woman, sitting on the futon, both of whom were in the middle stage of Qi refining.

One of the male cultivators, born as rich as jade, handsome and dissipated, wearing a blue-skinned fox fur and a jade crown on his head, has an extraordinary bearing.

Another female cultivator, who was only about fifteen or sixteen years old, wore a pink dress, her skin could be blown and broken, her eyebrows and eyes were gentle like water, and her temperament was like a dream.

"Let me introduce a few of them, this is Shen Haoran Shen Daoyou, and this is Yunmeng Fairy......"

Chen Ping introduced the three of them: "This is Fang Xi Fang Daoyou, a good brother who lives next door to me. ”

"I've seen two."

Fang Xi was a little surprised, he originally thought that Chen Ping's path was also some fellow Daoists in the early stage of Qi refining, but he didn't expect that there would be such resources.

"I've seen Fang Daoyou."

Shen Haoran drank the spiritual tea by himself, and said hello casually, looking very careless.

However, Yunmeng Fairy got up and gave a salute, which seemed to be very polite and tutored.

But Fang Xi could see that the more polite and thoughtful he was, the more distant he became.

"Today I am blessed, not only can I taste this 'Cloud and Mist Spiritual Tea', but I can also listen to the performance of 'Fengqin Master'."

Chen Ping sat down with Fang Xi, and then said with a smile: "Thank you Yunmeng Fairy." ”

"Fengqin's willingness to come here is beyond the little woman...... expected"

Fairy Yunmeng pursed her lips and smiled.

Fang Xi didn't get involved in the topic of the three of them, just concentrating on drinking tea and eating pastries.

He is very clear about his position, just a foil and background.

This Yunmeng Fairy and Shen Haoran are obviously not low-level casual cultivators, and the reason why they take a fancy to Chen Ping may be because of their talent for talisman making.

In comparison, it is better to be honest and transparent.

For example, this spiritual tea is good, and it is refreshing to drink a sip.

There are also spiritual food pastries, which can not only leave a fragrance on the teeth and cheeks, but also increase cultivation.

Fang Xi even felt that if such spiritual objects could be enjoyed every day, he might be able to cultivate to the peak of the third layer of qi refining within a month.

"Fengqin Master is coming! And a distinguished guest. ”

At that moment, a transmission note flew outside.

Shen Haoran took it, his face was full of joy, and at the same time he looked at Fang Xi.

Fang Xi swept around and found that this box was still empty for four people, and slightly crowded for five people.

As a minor cultivator with the lowest cultivation and the weakest background, he still had to have a little bit of an eye, and immediately got up: "Everyone, I think I still have important things at home, so I will leave first." ”

"But Fengqin Master is about to take the stage, and her piano sound is rare...... "Yunmeng Fairy said regretfully, but she didn't mean to stay guests.

Fang Xi bowed and walked out of the box.

Vaguely, Shen Haoran's voice to Chen Ping came: "Chen Daoyou, you will also be a talisman master in the future, you should have an identity...... Let me tell you, the distinguished guest who is coming is a great master in the late stage of Qi refining......"

"Oh? Then I have to ask Brother Shen for introduction. Chen Ping's voice of surprise sounded at the same time.

……

When Fang Xi walked out of the 'Mingqing Pavilion', a wisp of piano sound could be faintly heard coming from the attic.

On the high platform, there seemed to be an extra shadow.

It's a pity that this kind of affair has nothing to do with him.

'If you don't have enough strength, don't go into too high a circle......

He quickly adjusted his mind and returned to his shack.

Bang!

A palm wind flew out and landed on the doors and windows.

White Cloud Palm!

Although I couldn't hear the phoenix fairy touching the qin this time, I finally got the spiritual tea and snacks.

It's a good time to cultivate!

Fang Xi only had the red snake legs to break through the main realm of the martial arts hall, and the white cloud palm was still a little behind.

Cracking sound!

He put his palms together, slapped them in a row, and then condensed the nine mudras.

In an instant, Fang Xi's palms glowed gray and black.

The weird thing is that the gray is fading and the black is expanding wildly.

"Whew!"

Fang Xi let out a long breath, and the white qi actually shot out a few feet away.

He looked at his hands and confirmed that his palms had completely entered the Black Cloud Realm, which was the level of a true martial artist!

The White Cloud Palm True Power mainly strengthens the hands, and the improvement of other parts of the body is far less than the last time.

"Simply broke through the ......"

"Alas...... It would be nice if my talent in the Immortal Dao was the same as in the Qi and Blood Martial Dao. ”

The inferior spiritual root qualification of this body has always been a pain in Fang Xi's heart.

The next moment, feeling the change in Bai Yunzhang's true power, his expression gradually became solemn.

Looking inwardly at himself, he could find that at this time, when his whole body qi and blood were running, there were already several more whirlpools, mainly located in the legs and palms.

What's even more frightening is that these qi and blood vortexes actually have a feeling of pulling each other, causing the flow of qi and blood to be somewhat disordered.

"That's what it is...... Is it a drag on what the land snake said? ”

"Oh...... I have already broken through the red snake legs, and my qi and blood have long been mixed, and there is no way to practice more. ”

Fang Xi looked at his palm.

Baiyun palm can be released and collected, and after receiving the real power, his palms at this time are as white as jade, as delicate as the hands of a beautiful woman.

No one could have imagined that the power contained in these palms could already be compared to some demon beasts.

"The true power of the White Cloud Palm and the Red Snake Leg does conflict, and it must be resolved......"

"And the realm after that......"

It is nothing equivalent to the physical cultivation in the early stage of qi refining, what Fang Xi values is the progress and hope after that!

"It's okay...... I heard that Yuan Heshan and his party didn't run away......"