It was precisely because the thirty sixth-order demon beasts under his subordinates were killed in the past six months that the Northern Lanling Demon King came out to look for the "murderer", and he didn't want to encounter the once-in-a-century flying boat race on Zangxian Island on the road, so he was angry and hurt people, and he didn't want to miss his own life on this trip.

"Can the prince go to Zangxian Island and sit down, so that the little woman can enjoy the friendship of the landlord!" Huan Lingzi looked at Wang Tianfang eagerly, although the third daughter couldn't see the cultivation of this young monk, and didn't know what treasure he used to kill the seventh-order blue spirit beast, after all, it was his own life-saver, Huan Lingzi invited him.

The second kind of soul material that Wang Tianfang asked for has been found, and the purpose of this trip has been achieved, if he uses the teleportation array of Zangxian Island to directly transmit it back to Tianfang Palace, it is not bad to go to the Absolute Han Sea, or go directly to the South Tianhai, so he readily agreed to Huan Lingzi's kind invitation.

Embark on the spirit boat of the red-clothed girl Huan Lingzi and fly to Zangxian Island, and inquire about the various conditions of Zangxian Island on the way.

There are more than 200 million square miles on Tibetan Immortal Island, located in the depths of the East Tianhai Sea, there are 100 major sects on the island, each according to one, the island hides the dragon and the Crouching Tiger, and the 100 major sects all have Yuanying monks in charge, as for how many people are the monks of the gods, even the Yuanying power on the island is not clear, and the Yuanying is close to 100 people in the later period.

The three red-clothed girls are the Jindan nuns of the red-clothed sect of Zangxian Island, and Huan Lingzi is the granddaughter of the head of the sect, the saint of the red-clothed gate.

The Hongyi Gate is also the fourth largest sect among the hundred major sects on Zangxian Island, with two Yuanying monks in the late period, thirty Jindan, and thousands of sect monks.

"I heard that the monks who entered the Hidden Immortal Island were not able to leave the Hidden Immortal Island, but is there such a thing?" Wang Tianfang asked seemingly casually.

"That's reluctant to leave!" the red-clothed saint Huan Ling Zijiao laughed.

"Really?"

"How dare you deceive your life-saving benefactor!" Huan Lingzi laughed again.

"Dare to ask Childe's name?"

"Tianhai Country Tianfang!"

"Then I'll call you Tianfang Gongzi in the future, okay?"

"Feel free!"

"Why do you want to have a flying boat race?" Wang Tianfang was still a little puzzled.

"Because we want to compete for the right to occupy Tianling Mountain for a hundred years, it will be held every hundred years, and the one with the first total score can occupy Tianling Mountain for a hundred years!"

It turns out that there is a Tianling Mountain in the center of the Tibetan Immortal Island, there is a mystery in it, every hundred hundred major sects have to compete for ownership, divided into two competitions, selected by each gate to participate in the elite monks, one is the flying boat competition, also known as the hundred boats to compete for the stream, and the second is the flying sword competition, which is to compare the power of the flying sword.

It is not a simple comparison, the magic weapons used in the two competitions, the flying boat and the flying sword, are refined by the participants in front of everyone, which means that in addition to the competition skills, the refining level of the participating monks is also tested.

Fifteen days later, when he arrived at Zangxian Island, he immediately felt a strong aura attacking, and he had caught up with Tianfang Palace and Tianfang Beppu, and Wang Tian was relieved.

The area of Zangxian Island is about the same as that of the Terran monks of the Zhengrong Kingdom, but the population density is ten times larger, and the number of monks is ten times larger.

The hundred major sects of Zangxian Island, each family has at least one sixth-order spiritual vein and a spirit stone mine, which is so rich that it is staggering, no wonder the people who come are willing to stay and develop, of course, there are some restrictive measures, so people can only stay.

After another ten days, we arrived at the Red Mountain, where the Red Yimen was located, and the Red Mountain was towering into the clouds, and the ancient trees were towering to the sky.

The monks in the door greeted the holy woman when she saw her return, and they were also a little curious about the young handsome monk that the holy woman had brought back.

Huan Lingzi first arranged a cave for Wang Tianfang to rest, and then went to report to the ancestor of the family, and also reported to the judging team of the flying boat competition to explain the unexpected situation in the competition.

The two ancestors of the sect heard Huan Lingzi say that a young monk had actually killed a seventh-order demon beast, and he couldn't see his cultivation realm, not only was he a little curious, but he was moved to see each other.

When Huan Lingzi asked Wang Tianfang to meet the ancestor, Wang Tianfang had already planned to stabilize his breath in the middle of the Jindan period, and act at the opportunity, just to listen to the reality of the Tibetan Immortal Island.

As Huan Lingzi arrived at the main hall of the sect, the two Yuanying monks who seemed to be in the age of the sixtieth century were on the high seat.

Huan Lingzi made an introduction, one is Huan Mingshi, and the other is Huan Laiqi, both of whom are monks in the late Yuanying period.

Wang Tianfang took the initiative to say hello, "I've seen two seniors!"

The two of them looked at Wang Tianfang carefully, his bone age was young, he was more than two hundred years old, and his cultivation was in the middle of Jindan, and his body was seen at a glance, and there was nothing important on his body.

"Little Daoist friends don't have to be polite, thank you for saving Ling Zi. One of the Yuanying Old Ancestor Huan Ming Master smiled and greeted Wang Tianfang, looking very kind.

Normally, Monk Jindan would feel tremendous pressure when he saw Monk Yuanying, but although Wang Tianfang's aura suppression was very low, he did not have any pressure at all.

"Since Xiao Daoyou is here, and he is Ling Zi's savior, you might as well stay in the red-clothed gate!" Huan Laiqi stared at Wang Tianfang and said.

Huan Lingzi on the side showed a smile that was not easy to detect.

Without waiting for Wang Tianfang to speak, Huan Laiqi continued.

"In addition to getting an unlimited supply of cultivation resources, joining the Red Cloth Sect can also receive 10,000 spirit stones every year, and the sect will also fund the cultivators to refine magic weapons. ”

Such conditions are indeed tempting enough to make people not want to leave, and there is also the abundance of spiritual energy on this Tibetan Immortal Island, and the cultivation environment is excellent.

"Let's talk about this again!" Wang Tianfang said lightly, he was not moved by such conditions.

The two Great Yuan Infant Huan Laiqi of the Red-clothed Sect, Huan Shenshi, and the Saint Maiden Huan Lingzi of the Red-clothed Sect were all stunned, and then their expressions became very unnatural.

"Childe is not interested in these conditions?" Huan Lingzi was extremely unwilling.

"With these conditions, there should be some restrictions, right? There should be some restrictions on leaving Zangxian Island?" Wang Tianfang smiled slightly, and then asked.

"Indeed, unless you ascend to the Spirit Realm, you have to return all the benefits you have obtained when you leave Hidden Immortal Island, and there are three seventh-order great arrays arranged outside Hidden Immortal Island, you can't leave casually!" Huan Laiqi didn't need to hide the rules of the game on this Hidden Immortal Island.

"The girl invited me here, so she didn't want me to leave, did you?" Wang Tian looked at Huan Lingzi with sharp eyes.

"This, it's not what Childe thought, Ling'er wanted Childe to cultivate here, but I didn't expect Childe to want to leave!" Huan Lingzi blushed to his ears.

"If you come, you will be safe, wouldn't it be better for Daoist friends to cultivate on Zangxian Island, you might as well stay, not to mention that with your current cultivation, you really can't leave this place!" Huan Laiqi could only have a showdown.

"Also, if Daoyou really wants to leave, other sects will not agree, and they will definitely leave Gongzi on the island, and then they will be passive!"

"Whether you can stay on Zangxian Island depends on the strength of the power of Zangxian Island, whether you can leave Zangxian Island or not is a matter of ability, the two elders don't have to worry about Tianfang!" Wang Tianfang said coldly.

The air was condensed, and there was silence!

Huan Lingzi's face was red to the root of his ears, although the two Yuan Ying were displeased, because Wang Tianfang was Huan Lingzi's savior after all, it was inconvenient to have a seizure, and the atmosphere was a little weird.

It has been thousands of years since the Hidden Immortal Island, and I have never encountered Wang Tianfang with such a resolute attitude.

At this moment, a deep voice came, "Daoists can naturally come if they want to come, Daoists can leave at any time if they want to, of course no one can stop them!"

One person came from far and near, and in a few moments he had already arrived in the main hall.

It is a middle-aged monk with beautiful eyebrows, and his cultivation has reached the stage of transformation into a god, and his body is out of the dust, releasing monstrous spiritual pressure.

"Meet the Ancestor!" Huan Laiqi and Huan Mingshi hurriedly stood up and bowed down with Huan Lingzi.

"Fellow Daoists, it's good to be in the red-clothed door Huan Hengzi!" the person who came saluted Wang Tian with a fist.

This subverted the three views of Huan Laiqi, Huan Shenshi and Huan Lingzi, and the arrogant two thousand four hundred-year-old ancestor actually saluted a Jindan monk!

Of course, Wang Tianfang saw the other party's cultivation, and he also hugged his fists and saluted, "Daoyou is polite, in the next Zhengrong King Tianfang!"

"This is the Grand Elder of the Red-clothed Sect!" Huan Lingzi was afraid that Wang Tian would lose his manners and make the ancestor angry, so he hurriedly introduced.

"Just call me Huan Hengzi!" Huan Hengzi waved his hand to Huan Lingzi, and Huan Lingzi didn't dare to make a sound.

"Fellow Daoists, please take a seat!" Huan Hengzi pointed to the vacated seats of the two Yuan Babies and invited Wang Tianfang, who had already stood aside in a regular manner.

Wang Tianfang was not polite, and sat down on the big chair on the right, and Huan Hengzi sat on the chair on the left by himself.

The three people who were standing, Huan Laiqi, Huan Mingshi, and Huan Lingzi now knew that the young monk's full name was Wang Tianfang, and he was a monk of the Zhengrong Kingdom, not a monk of the Tianhai Kingdom.

The three of them really didn't understand the attitude of their ancestors, and they didn't dare to talk much.