"Dabai and Daba Dynasty are separated by oceans, and the people are fierce, if the envoy goes to provoke them unhappy, they will close the teleportation array without authorization, drive the envoy out of the territory, and float on the sea, which is full of dangers. These two journeys Admiral Aranti went in person. ”

Thinking of these two dynasties, Cheng Nanying also has a headache, they are really easy to defend and difficult to attack.

All five dynasties in history have had wars to occupy one of the places in Daba and Dabai.

Neither the sea route nor the combat sea tower could safely drive through the deep-sea area.

The air route, the long distance required the consumption of a large number of spirit stones, and before they reached the dynasty, they were already full of energy and began to fight.

As for the teleportation array route.

There are all kinds of different teleportation arrays within the major dynasties, except for military teleportation arrays, but any teleportation array that transmits more than 100 people at a time must apply for a special application.

The cross-dynasty teleportation array must be approved by all participating dynasties, and it is limited to three people at the same time, and there can only be one in the Zhidan Realm.

The stricter it is, the safer the dynasty will be.

The two dynasties of Dabai and Daba have always disliked the resort, and it is not a big deal to say that they are dissatisfied with the orders of the resort, close the teleportation array, and drive the messenger into the sea.

"Obey!"

Although Fu Minghuang rarely walked out of Fu Tianshu, he knew everything about the center of the resort.

These days, Fu Guanglin is extracting spiritual veins in major dynasties, and Cheng Nanying is in charge of the construction of the resort, which has been a lot easier for him to assist before, but when he really takes charge, he finds that it is not an easy task.

One of the most difficult is that many important decisions are about the long term, and Fu Guanglin was able to make decisions quickly and in line with Fu Minghuang's expectations.

In his twenties, he is much more skilled in managing affairs than his 400-year-old.

If it is said that Fu Shen Desolation may be the rebirth of an old monster, but Fu Guanglin is not, he is puzzled, and often blames himself for often asking Fu Shen Desolation, will it disturb the cultivation of Fu Shen Desolation.

In fact, Fu Ming Desolate didn't have much time for cultivation at all, and the days when he didn't leave Fu Tianshu were all opening a small stove for the people of Fu Tian Villa.

Futian Villa.

The extremely prominent family of the resort, the most aura, and the area is also extremely vast, according to the original words of Fu Xinxue that day:

Is this our new home, which is bigger than the original Zhuhai-Hong Kong City!

And Cheng Tianmen, only three-quarters of the size of Futianshu, when the sun was set, Cheng Nanying couldn't help but sigh:

If the Cheng clan doesn't spread the branches, I'm afraid that it will be difficult for the clansmen to see each other.

The ancestral land of the Cheng family, Xubei Heavenly City, covers a vast area, all of which belong to the jurisdiction of the Cheng family, but the only place that can really be said to be home is the Cheng Mansion, which covers an incredible area, like a big town.

He didn't expect that Cheng Tianmen's area was already as big as dozens of Cheng Mansions.

Compared with Cheng Tianmen, the number of monks in Futianshu is not an order of magnitude, and the space is more spacious.

Futianshu Martial Arts Center.

A young man in white stood on the highest pavilion, looking at the clansmen below who were hurriedly gathering in the martial arts center, and it seemed that they were running out of breath.

"Futianshu is too big, I went out early in the morning." Fu Guanglian panted.

"Brother Guanglian, at least you are walking on a flat road, and I have to walk one more mountain road." A girl next to Fu Guanglian was also panting.

However, there was no dissatisfaction in their expressions, but they still looked at the high platform expectantly.

Time gradually passed, and the martial arts center began to slowly add more Edgeworth monks.

"Guangyu Gongzi, he is really as clean as jade!"

"Miss Xinxue, I don't know how much spirit wine she drank yesterday!"

"Guangwen Gongzi, gentle and elegant, talented."

The martial arts center looked at these sword monks, and their hearts were full of fascination, one day they would be able to travel the world with their swords.

"It's strange, how can they be standing in the center of the martial arts exercise like us."

The last one to appear was the high-level in the family, but the location of these three high-level people was puzzled, and they couldn't touch the thoughts of the high-level, and saluting one by one was a big deal.

"I've seen the head of the house!"

"I've seen Ji Taishang!"

"I've seen the ancestor!"

After a while, he stepped forward to the three of them on Futong Lake, which was shuttling through the crowd:

"It's already four o'clock, and the people who can come to Futianshu have arrived, now it's just a matter of waiting for the wilderness, ancestor, do you want to send someone to invite it?"

"Huang'er has always had a sense of time, he asked us to gather here at four o'clock, there must be a reason why he hasn't arrived, we are waiting here." Fu Beilan said.

If he went to invite himself, Fu Minghuang would definitely come over, but over the years, he also knew that his "son" had his own ideas, especially when so many transcendent forces in Luoshen Beizhou came to propose marriage, and Fu Minghuang didn't even look at it, which made him feel a little strange and disgusted with Fu Minghuang in his heart.

Who made him a father?

The clansmen gathered, then wait for today's protagonist to appear, everyone couldn't help but look forward to it, and they all looked in the direction of the Fuying Desolate Cave Mansion, looking forward to the appearance of the sword streamer.

An hour has passed, and the Fu Yin Wilderness still "did not appear", and the entire martial arts center went from looking forward to waiting with two eyes.

However, since Futonghu made a statistic, the entire martial arts center behind it seems to have fallen into a state of no family management, and even Futonghu and others have entered this state of "expectation" and "waiting".

"Ancestor, why don't you go and invite Uncle Huang?" Fu Tongbo asked tentatively.

"Huang'er is just busy and forgetting, he will come when he is done, so there is no need to urge." Fu Beilan still insisted on not urging the desolation, and then sat cross-legged and entered a state of meditation by himself.

Fu Tongbo and Fu Mingji exchanged glances helplessly, it was not a problem whether to urge or not, they just saw Fu Beilan start a child's temper, and they felt helpless and ridiculous.

Of course, the two of them didn't dare to laugh, and they also sat cross-legged and entered a state of meditation.

Is it for the sake of meditation today?

Everyone has not seen the appearance of the Fu Shen Desolation, and seeing the three of them meditating on the spot, some clansmen can't help but wonder in their hearts.

All of a sudden, the expectation was gone.

Disappointed?

Not really, the Underworld never pointed them to the wrong path.

Gradually, everyone began to sit and meditate.

The clock ticked by, and it was close to noon, and the sky suddenly turned gloomy from sunny to gloomy.

"The rainstorm is coming!"

Some people opened their eyes after sensing the change in the weather, and subconsciously looked at the performance pavilion.

Empty.

"Will Aratai not come?"

But who can answer, now the entire martial arts center is unmanaged, and no one can answer.

There were some young clansmen who wanted to leave the martial arts center, but they were kept by the older clansmen next to them.

"Hindrance, come back!"

These young clansmen didn't know much about the Underworld, and they didn't understand why their brothers or elders were so "stupid" and loyal to the Wasteland.

However, because they are young, the words of their elders can deter them from giving up.

They simply prayed that the Darkness would appear in the rainstorm and then declare the gathering dissolved.

Unfortunately, the darkness did not come, but the rain and lightning came.

True Spirit Realm cultivators can also form a spiritual shield to keep out the rain, and other clansmen can only let the torrential rain shower.

"Hold on a little longer, Aratai will definitely come." The elder brothers and elders who had been drenched in soup comforted the young people.

"Why the hell! The ancestors have exhausted their spiritual power, and they can't even stop the rain, so why do they have to wait for the wilderness. "These young clansmen are really distressed and helpless when they look at them.

The distressing thing is that even if they are much stronger, if they run out of spiritual power and rain for a while, even if they are monks, they will get sick.

Helplessly, they can just leave, so they don't have to suffer this crime, so why bother.

"Arata is on the performance pavilion!"