Southern Regions Clouds.

"Cry, cry, cry, you know crying, what else have you done except cry over the years, how old is your son, catching chickens and teasing dogs all day long.

What else will he do besides this, the family's reputation has been ruined for him. ”

The man who spoke was about forty years old, with a mediocre appearance and a white hairpin.

"Woo woo woo~"

"I, how can I control him, my son is not mine alone, you blame him for catching chickens and teasing dogs all day long, so don't you have responsibility as a father?"

Zhang Yan is also from a family of cultivators, but a good background cannot erase the fact that she has no spiritual roots, even if her father is the patriarch of the clan.

As a mortal, it is a great fortune to be able to marry a monk, and you can't expect too much.

With a mortal's short lifespan of just a few decades, she thought that if she saw everything, her heart was wide and her body was fat, and she could at least live a good life.

But fate will never go your way, maybe she should have listened to her mother, found a mundane rich family, husband and children, and maybe could live a stable life.

"I know what you're thinking", Song Yan's eyes were red with anger, this again, this kind of sadness and remorse, and then a loveless expression: "My daughter is talented, and it was her chance to send it to the sect for training." ”

Song Yan really couldn't understand her thoughts.

It was not an ordinary sect, it was a super sect, and there were only four super sects in the entire continent, and his daughter was valued, but he was excited for a few days and nights, and he still remembers the ecstasy at that time.

"Is that valuing cultivation? That's grabbing!

When my son was still in her infancy, they didn't care about forcing her to practice the practice of desperation, and they had never heard of a monk who was forced to achieve the path of immortality.

What else is there in your eyes besides interests, if it weren't for you, a father, who has always disliked his son's poor qualifications, would he have been able to develop the current temperament?

Woowoo woo ......"

"Smack!"

The crying stopped abruptly, and the woman covered her face in disbelief.

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Cloud Sect.

"Qingyun"

The boy who shouted was about ten years old, wearing a white robe with gold trim, which made people know at a glance that this son must have extraordinary qualifications.

In the Cloud Mist Sect, only the disciples of each peak could wear white robes.

"Qingyun, Song Qingyun!"

The girl in white in front of her suddenly stopped.

The boy smiled and ran forward.

"I'll listen,"

Seeing the expression on the girl's face, the boy's voice was stuck in his throat, and the expression on his face instantly froze.

"Call me Song Qingyun again and I'll kill you, don't let me say it a second time. ”

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"What are Zhen Daoyou's plans next?"

Zhang Yu bought a high-grade water-avoiding bead at the auction, and he was in a good mood, and it was worth the trip.

In the Yaoguang Domain, water is inseparable, and with this high-quality water-repellent bead, it will be much more convenient.

The two get along well, and this is also the first monk he has befriended outside, and Donnie Yen does not hide it: "Don't hide it from fellow Daoists, I am from the Northern Regions, the road is far away, and the sect is approaching, so it's time to rush back." ”

Hearing that the other party called himself a monk from the Northern Regions, Zhang Yu was a little surprised, it was not polite for the monks to take the initiative to ask about the origin, he had always thought that the other party was a local monk, but he didn't expect it to be from the Northern Regions.

The two met at the Glory Festival a year ago, and met by chance in this Fuluo City a few months ago, which can be regarded as fate.

The Yaoguang Festival is a large-scale market fair held in the main urban area of Yaoguangmen, which is mostly seafood, so it is also known as the Haihai Market.

"Zhen Daoyou traveled alone in the foreign land at a young age, I admire, admire, I don't know who your sect is?"

The two chatted as they walked.

"Qingyun Sect Donnie Yen, what about Zhang Daoyou?"

This person is obviously hearty, and he speaks so tactfully, which really makes him a little awkward.

"It turns out that Daoyou is actually from the Qingyun Sect in the Northern Regions, I,"

"Danger!"

He had heard the rumors of Qingyunshi, but in the middle of his words, his body was violently pushed forward.

"Boom!"

Then there was a loud bang, and Zhang Yu's body was still unstable and was shocked by the aftermath of the explosion and flew a few meters.

"Zhen Daoyou!"

After leaving the auction, the two of them were cautious all the way, passing by the inn and changing their black robes, and deliberately changing their clothes, how could they still be followed?

This is an explosion caused by a thunderbolt, someone laid a trap, and judging from the detonation speed, it is at least a second-grade thunderbolt.

"I don't know which fellow Daoist it is?"

Zhang Yu's gaze slid from the smoke of the explosion to the surroundings.

"I am Chang Xiufeng of Yaoguang Sect, a disciple of the Jade Sleeve True Monarch. If you are interested, I will forgive you this time. ”

The divine sense caught the other party's breath for a moment, and Zhang Yu's tone became more calm and natural.

"I don't care who you are, when you know the consequences of provoking Yaoguang disciples in the Eastern Regions, especially Yuanying Zhenjun disciples, my master's temper is not good. ”

There was silence for two breaths.

"Are you really Yaoguang, what kind of disciple of Yuanying Zhenjun?"

It won't be so unlucky, right, is the Yuan Ying family biography rotten on the street now?

"Who's the kid in the pit who was killed?"

The air froze for a moment.

How could it be that those who walked with the disciples of the True Monarch would be an ordinary background.

Not good!

Zhang Yu realized that something was wrong, and with a flip of his right hand, a lotus-shaped magic weapon appeared in his hand.

Silently reciting the mantra, the magic weapon instantly became larger, spun and flew into the air, sending out dense golden spirit blades, shooting all around.

"The magic weapon is very good, but it's a pity that the cultivation is too weak. ”

A black-robed monk was forced to show his form by this spiritual blade.

"Haha, it's a big fish"

A tall black-robed monk appeared.

"Hand over all the storage bags on your body, spare you from death!"

The last to appear was a short friar, not very old.

Three foundation periods.

Zhang Yu's hand tightened.

"Don't talk nonsense with him!"

Now that he has done it, he must be clean and tidy, and he must not let this kid escape, otherwise he will suffer endlessly.

The tall monk used his spiritual power, and his spiritual energy turned into a machete, which slashed directly at Zhang Yu.

The short monk's aura turned into a spear and stabbed at Zhang Yu from the front.

The speed was very fast, and in front of the three foundation building period monks, he had no power to fight back at all, so he could only defend passively.

"Poof—"

The spiritual power fist of the back did not dodge, and he was beaten out of blood.

And at this time, another Void Spirit Sword was about to come in front of him.

"Come on"

A spirit rune was thrown, resisting the attack in front of him, and when he heard the sound, Zhang Yu hurriedly stretched out his hand.

"Flowing Cloud Bowl!"

"Good fellow, I thought the monk had been blown up, but this breathing technique can be practiced. ”

"Don't let them run away, chase!"

The lead monk slapped the storage bag and took out a sailboat with two wings.

"Thanks to Zhen Daoyou's wit just now"

At the moment when he was pushed out before the explosion, Donnie Yen sent him a second word of delay.

"Daoyou's divine sense is amazing, this second-order high-level magic weapon has been successfully cultivated in such a short period of time. ”

Donnie Yen retracted his senses and frowned: "They chased after them." ”