"Xiao Yunyan, are we really going to Penglai Immortal Mountain?"

What about my son?

I don't know why, when she heard Penglai Xianshan, Miss Fuji's first reaction was that her son was definitely not there.

However, the world is big, where can I go to find my son?

"Well, Fengyu's master, it may be in Penglai Immortal Mountain."

Ever since she saw Shangguan Mingyuan's shadow, Yun Yan firmly believed that the matter of going to the mountain peak was inseparable from Penglai Immortal Mountain, since this was the case, it was better to set off quickly.

In order to protect the upper peak, Feng Yu did not turn off the defense system.

It is difficult to go up the mountain and easy to go down, the defense system only prevents people from outside from coming in, but it is easy for people inside to get out, so Feng Yu directly called the flying eagle and carried everyone down.

Descending the mountain, the disciples went through their usual training.

"Yongzhi, you see there is a big bird in the sky."

A group of disciples, carrying buckets, walked slowly on the mountain road, and the sharp-eyed students discovered the whereabouts of the flying eagle and hurriedly called the cold-faced classmates in front of them to watch.

Yongzhi raised his head and looked at the flying eagle, but his calm eyes did not react at all.

"This lower mountain peak is worthy of a lower mountain peak, and even the birds are bigger than other places."

The little disciple was surprised, but Yongzhi responded lightly.

"That's not a bird, it's a monster."

Hearing Yongzhi's words, everyone was very excited.

Is it actually a Warcraft, it's too powerful, I don't know who has the strength to contract with a flying Warcraft.

Yongzhi has always conscientiously completed the tasks assigned by the Great Elder, and has never been lazy and slippery, but at this moment, looking at the figure of the flying eagle in the distance, Yongzhi's heart actually felt empty.

It seems that someone is far away from him, and the sadness of not being able to see each other again makes Yongzhi's heart ache.

However, Zhang Quan, the eldest sister, the younger sister, Mo Le, and Huang Xiaoer were all disqualified, how could he meet them here, not to mention, how could they contract with the Flying Demonic Beast.

Who is it, and why does my heart feel so uncomfortable?

Yongzhi shook his head, didn't think about anything else, carried the water, and continued to gallop on the trail.

The Great Elder stipulated that the disciples should fetch twenty buckets of water every day along the scarce mountain road, and they only made one trip today, so they had to hurry up.

At this time, Yun Yan and Fuji on the Flying Eagle looked at those disciples who came down the mountain, and they were also infinitely emotional.

Seeing that Yongzhi was still interacting with other disciples, Yun Yan felt a lot more relieved.

I hope that in the lower peak, Yongzhi can have a new life and be able to let go of the hatred in his heart, after all, when is the retribution, it will be over.

Yun Yan thought so, but she never thought that she and the others would immediately get into big trouble as soon as they entered the city.

"Put away the eagles!"

Flying all the way, the flying eagle is also tired, and the front is in front of the city, Yun Yan plans to replenish more food in the space, after all, his spiritual power has to be kept well, every time he fills the space, he will be weak for a long time, now is an extraordinary period, spiritual power is very important, so Yun Yan doesn't mind taking money to buy ingredients.

As for money, Yun Yan is not worried at all, her money is used up, and there is still such a rich man.

In the tomb of Gerina, Fuji has not been less than those priceless treasures.

Looking at the twilight peak towering in the clouds and mist from afar, Feng Yu was stunned.

"Don't worry, your master will be fine."

Yun Yan patted Feng Yu on the shoulder and comforted, Feng Yu nodded, the dragon-shaped jade pendant did not react, the master should be fine, it's just that many times it is more painful to live than to die, and I don't know how the master is now.

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