"Senior Brother Fang?" Yue Linglong's surprised voice sounded, but then she showed a burst of joy, and her hands tightly held the somewhat clumsy Ji Yaoguang.

Fang Yan has only been in Mo Ling Sect for a few years, either in retreat or out to practice, if it weren't for the experience of fighting with Nangong Yu at the beginning, I'm afraid there are few people in Luoyu Peak who know dialects, let alone other mountains.

The fire path chief had long forgotten about this disciple who had exchanged for the Qingyun Jue Mental Method for his sect, and when he heard Yue Linglong's shout, he was only a junior disciple of the Moling Sect, and he actually came to Moling Peak to shout, which was full of sarcasm, and immediately drank: "Which mountain peak disciple are you, you dare to come here and talk nonsense." ”

The fire chief didn't recognize it, but there were acquaintances with a few dialects here today, Ji Yaoguang, Yue Linglong didn't need to say it, Nangong Yu, Liu Suifeng also recognized the dialect at a glance, one was a dialect that had not passed the Qi refining period by building a foundation, and the other was an imaginary rival with a dialect, and the impression in his heart was naturally more than others, just a moment behind Yue Linglong, and he shouted: "Dialect?"

There are not only a few people who know dialects, but there is also a monk Zhou Wenwu of Taiyi Sect, who took the dialect away from Moling Sect with his own hands and put it into the ghost cave, but he didn't expect that it didn't take long for Fang Yan to gang up with the blood spirit in the ghost cave Tianhei Tiger, escape from the ghost cave, not to mention, but also kill several disciples of Taiyi Sect, so far, Taiyi Sect has not revoked the wanted warrant for several people.

"Fire Palm Sect, this person is not a disciple of your Moling Sect, Fang Yan, I can't imagine that you are still alive, Sect Master, I remember that your sect is also wanted by him. ”

"Dialect, are you the dialect that killed Rong Hao's body?" Feng Haitian also thought of the name dialect when he heard it, and immediately remembered Rong Hao, who almost fell, and Wu Xiong, who was also destroyed in the hands of dialect, but he didn't know that not only Rong Hao and Wu Xiong, but even Rong Canghai and his wife had already fallen into the hands of dialect.

It turned out that Fang Yan killed Rong Canghai, although Zhou Yu found the murderer of Fang Yan, but he didn't know Fang Yan before, so he didn't know that his husband and son were destroyed by the same person, and after losing to Fang Yan, she would never preach this kind of shameful thing to her peers, and only wait for her cultivation to be consolidated and then go to Fang Yan.

"Dialect?" Ji Luoyu and his wife also recognized it, and the other disciples of the Moling Sect also remembered this peer junior disciple who had once shone brightly, and took the foundation building blow during the Qi refining period.

It's just that everyone doesn't know why Fang Yan is here, and he is still so righteous and bright, you know, the three major sects are still wanted by him now, and the elder of the Taiyi Sect, the leader of the Fengyuan Sect, is even more in front of him, is Fang Yan crazy?

The eyes and expressions of the surrounding people instantly fell into the eyes of Fang Yan, nodded towards Yue Linglong, signaled that he was fine, and at the same time gave Ji Yaoguang, who was speechless, a comforting look, and then said: "That's right, Zhou Wenwu, it's my dialect, what's the matter, Mo Lingzong, you came, I can't come?"

Hearing such unkind words from Fang Yan, Zhou Wenwu's eyes widened, and he was about to make a move, but he heard a coughing sound, and the voice of coming to Wanxiu Mountain with him, only then did he think of the purpose of his coming, but it was not for this dialect, even if it was the revenge of killing Sun, it was not as good as bringing Ji Yaoguang back to the sect, he snorted in his mouth, and did not answer again, but the murderous intention for Fang Yan had already rushed to his mind, and he was going to take his life as soon as he came out of the Moling Sect.

The general situation of the matter, the dialect has already learned from Qin Yang, just probed Yue Linglong's breath and rushed over, just arrived and found that Ji Yaoguang had been sealed and cultivated, not even words, and then heard the words of several Jindan monks, and couldn't help but feel angry, where is this proposing, it is clearly forcing relatives, robbing relatives.

It happened that Zhou Wenwu took the stubble, and wanted to take him to Liwei, but unexpectedly, Zhou Wenwu only said a word and shrunk back, looking left and right in the dialect, knowing that Zhou Wenwu was jealous of the old man with a ravine, although it was the first time they met, but the dialect could also guess that this was the Taishang elder of the Moling Sect, to say that when Zhou Wenwu took him away, this old man didn't know, and the dialect was never believed.

"Senior Sister Yue, come to me with a shake light. The dialect was no longer entangled, and Chaoyue Linglong's divine sense spoke.

Only a few of the people in the hall noticed a fluctuation in their divine sense, and they saw Yue Linglong helping the stupid Ji Yaoguang to stand behind Fang Yan: "Senior Brother Fang, save Senior Sister Shaoguang." ”

As soon as she came over, Yue Linglong pleaded in a low voice to Fang Yan, in her eyes, Fang Yan seemed to be the biggest support, but she forgot that there were several Jindan Great Monks around.

patted Yue Linglong's shoulder: "Senior sister, don't worry, I'm here." ”

This scene fell in Liu Suifeng's eyes, and his eyes flashed red, Liu Suifeng has been pursuing Yue Linglong for many years, and every time he meets him, he just says hello, and he hasn't even said a word of superfluity, let alone close movements, but now he sees Fang Yan's hand patting Yue Linglong's shoulder.

"Fang Yan, you have already been expelled from the Moling Sect, what qualifications do you have here. Liu Suifeng almost gritted his teeth and said this, if it weren't for the Moling Peak Hall, I'm afraid he would have already taught a lesson.

"Liu Suifeng, you are not qualified, your fellow junior sister was forced to marry, and you didn't speak out against it, this is the result of your cultivation? One sentence not only scolded Liu Suifeng, but even swept all the surrounding Moling Sect monks into it.

"You, you, you. Liu Suifeng pointed at the dialect with his finger, but he couldn't say anything.

"Huo Daoyou, today my master brought me to propose marriage to your sect, and let them go out. A cold and arrogant voice sounded, just looking at him staying by Feng Haitian's side, everyone guessed that this was Feng Haitian's apprentice Leng Yue, although this Leng Yue is very famous, few people have seen a real face, only heard that it is a genius young man, who has been in retreat in the secret realm of the Fengyuan Sect all the year round.

"Hmph, ignorant boy, so arrogant. Huo Daoyou, this time the marriage is my Taiyi Sect came first, and there must always be a first to come. ”

"Zhou Daoyou, this is not right, I Fengyuan Sect came to Moling Sect to ask for marriage a long time ago, but it was only postponed because of the retreat of the master and nephew of Shaoguang, if you don't believe it, you can ask Ji Luoyu Daoyou, Ji Daoyou, did I Fengyuan Sect come to ask for marriage?"

Leng Yue's words made everyone's attention suddenly divert their attention from Fang Yan, and several Jindan monks immediately argued.

While arguing, a crisp voice suddenly sounded: "I won't marry anyone." ”

Isn't Ji Yaoguang already sealed and cultivated?

Several monks of the Taiyi Sect Fengyuan Sect looked at Ji Yaoguang who had recovered his cultivation with some surprise, when they entered the door just now, they saw clearly, Ji Yaoguang was imprisoned by the Jindan monk in his body, and his attitude towards Mo Ling Sect was already clear, and at this time, the only thing he was arguing about was who could marry Ji Yaoguang, but at this time, he heard Ji Yaoguang's objection, could it be that Mo Ling Sect changed his mind?

Looking at Yichen Dao Chang, he found that he also had a shocked expression, and then looked at Ji Yaoguang, and everyone saw the dialect standing beside her, could it be him?

Worried that the cultivation of the shaking light would be damaged, the head of the Yichen Dao did not confine it with all his might, but now it was unraveled in an instant, and everyone knew that the cultivation of the dialect must have reached the late stage of foundation building.

"Shake the light, as long as you don't want to, no one can force you. A calm voice came out, and everyone understood, but they still couldn't believe it.

"Hmph, it's just an outcast of the sect, and he dares to say wild words, how can you call the name of shaking light. ”

Fang Yan didn't expect that the first one to jump out was Leng Yue, the young sect master of the Fengyuan Sect, and turned his head to glance twice: "Which green onion are you?"

When has Leng Yue been treated like this, since he stepped into the cultivation realm, he is the pride of the sky, every time he hears the sound of praise and flattery, when he has heard this kind of foul language, his face suddenly turned red, and his eyes seemed to be dripping blood.

Feng Haitian knows his apprentice best, and he is also very relieved about the apprentice's cultivation, and immediately arched his hand to the Fire Daoist and Yichen Dao Chief: "Two, borrow your sect's treasure land today, Leng Yue, go, capture the dialect and bring it back to the sect." ”

Without waiting for the Fire Dao people over there to speak, Leng Yue immediately replied: "Yes, Master." ”

Immediately sacrificed the flying sword, and jumped not far in front of Fang Yan: "Fang Yan? If there is a kind, come out to gamble, don't use women as shields." ”

I even thought that I had to rely on Senior Sister Yue and Shaoguang to survive? Fang Yan laughed a little, even if you think I don't want to, it's too late to protect it.

(New week, thank you for your support)