When he flew away along the way, he noticed that many monks seemed to be paying attention to him, and there were some pointing and pointing in the distance, Fang Yan didn't pay much attention to it, and soon escaped out of the inner door and came to a valley, that is, the Yingbin Valley introduced by Li Wei before, although he had not been here before, but Fang Yan quickly found the No. 1 courtyard mentioned in the transmission of the Sword Star Daoist, the one with the highest position and the strongest aura.

Before he arrived, Fang Yan found that the door of the courtyard had been opened, and as soon as he fell, he received a divine sense that entered the sea of knowledge: "Fellow dialect Daoist, please come in." ”

It was the thin monk who had partnered at the beginning, the distracted monk of the Wu clan.

Fang Yan stepped into the courtyard, and saw that the thin monk was already standing in the courtyard waiting for him, and a distracted monk actually greeted him like this, and Fang Yan had a little more suspicion in his heart, but the etiquette was not wasted, and he arched his hand and said: "The seniors are polite, I am tired that the seniors have waited for the juniors here for so long, and the juniors should thank the seniors for their help." ”

Hearing the words of the dialect, the thin monk waved his hand and said: "Dialect Taoist friends, you don't have to call seniors, you and I can have fellowship with each other, my surname is Wu Ming, when it comes to the things of the year, it originally started with me, if it weren't for me, those few people couldn't find Taoist friends at all." ”

After hearing the words, Fang Yan said: "Brother Wu, don't pay attention to the matter back then, it's not too late to settle accounts with them in the future, I don't know what the matter is important for the elder brother to wait for me?"

For the title of the dialect, Wu Chanming seemed to be very satisfied, nodded and said: "Let's not talk about things first, you can take this magic weapon, it was originally yours, it was only because I wanted to remove the mark in it that I didn't give it directly, but now that the mark has been expelled by me, there will be no more problems." ”

As he spoke, Wu Cicada turned his backhand, and a bone staff appeared in his hand, which was the bone staff that Fang Yan chose and later abandoned.

It's just that in Fang Yan's eyes, this bone staff seems to be much brighter than before, but Fang Yan didn't take this magic weapon: "Brother Wu, since this magic weapon has been in the hands of the elder brother, the elder brother has practiced it, and it can only play an effective role in the hands of the monks of the Wu clan, but it is a tyrannical thing in the hands of the younger brother." ”

Wu Cicada was unmoved, and still handed the bone staff to Fang Yan: "You can naturally practice, and you can also give out great power, although you have a high-grade spiritual weapon to protect yourself, but with your cultivation, it is better not to use it often, it will inevitably attract prying eyes, even if you are a distracted monk, it is difficult to resist the temptation of a high-grade spiritual weapon." ”

Fang Yan did not have the slightest doubt about how much temptation the high-grade spiritual weapon was, and he had proved this more than once, and the first sentence of the witch cicada that made Fang Yan's attention could also be used to practice the magic weapon of the Wu clan, and it could also stimulate great power?

"It's a practice, but more importantly, because you once refined the blood of the witch god. The witch cicada did not hide it, even said.

Even if the two drops of jet-black blood that he collected and refined in the desolate mound, it was by relying on these two drops of jet-black blood that his Sanskrit Technique Body Forging Technique could be improved a lot, if there were a few more drops, it was unknown if he could break through again, and now this Witch Clan's distraction monk mentioned that he undoubtedly knew these two drops of blood very well, and even asked: "Brother Wu, I don't know what is the matter with the blood of this witch god?"

"The blood of the witch god is rumored to be the bloodline of the witch ancestor, this matter is unknown, but there is no doubt that the blood of the witch god can improve the martial arts of the witch clan, and the dialect brother must have also felt its power. Wu Cicada Ming stared at the dialect and said slowly, as if watching every reaction of the dialect.

Fang Yan didn't care about Wu Cicada's gaze, but just asked, "Brother Wu is saying that the body refining technique I cultivate is the Wu clan exercise?"

"That's right, the Sanskrit Technique of Body Forging that you have cultivated is one of the supreme holy techniques of my Wu clan, Brother Dialect, I have been here for more than ten years, just to invite my brother to my Wu clan in person. ”

"En?" I heard that it was a holy formula, and then invited myself to go to the Wu Clan, in the Xuanlan Domain for so many years, the Wu Clan has a good reputation, but I have never heard of anyone who has been to the Wu Clan, even where the Wu Clan is, few people know, only a general location is also because there are Wu Clan monks there are slightly more frequent, and now this Wu Clan distraction monk actually invited himself to go to the Wu Clan, just because of the Sanskrit Technique Body Forging Technique and the blood of the Witch God?

Fang Yan suspected in his heart, this Wu Cicada Ming monk has not been more than half malicious since they met, otherwise there is no need to be polite at the beginning with his cultivation, and he can be captured directly, after all, he didn't know that he had a high-grade spiritual weapon on his body at the beginning, even now, with distraction cultivation is still an equal relationship, without the slightest sign of overwhelming people, the sincerity can be seen, but whether he wants to go to this land of the Wu clan or not, Fang Yan did not make a decision for a while, it is really his own lack of understanding of the Xuanlan Domain and the Wu clan, and his own strength is too low。

"Brother Wu, at least I haven't been able to move recently, and I originally planned to retreat and cultivate, maybe it will take more than a hundred years. After thinking for a moment, Fang Yan said slowly to the cicada.

Wu Chanming obviously sensed the hesitation of the dialect and guessed the dialect's concerns, but after hearing that the dialect did not directly refuse, he still smiled and said: " It doesn't matter, I didn't need my brother to go now, I just want to go, my brother also needs to have at least Yuan Yuan Ying Great Perfection cultivation, or cultivate the holy recipe to the fourth layer, it's good for my brother to remember this thing, but I can't stay here for a long time, I must return to the clan land immediately, this ring brother holds, if there is anything I need help with, after the sacrifice, you can go to the West Pole City to urge it, and there will be my Wu clan people to answer the brother. ”

As he spoke, Wu Chanming took out a bone ring and handed it to Fang Yan along with the bone staff, and his figure flashed and fled outside, and Fang Yan only heard an ethereal voice into Zhihai: "Say goodbye to the Sword Star Dao for me." ”

The Great Monk of Distraction is the Great Monk of Distraction after all, and when Fang Yan reacted, the sound of the cicada had already disappeared, and only a bone staff and a bone ring were lying quietly in his hand.

For this Wu clan distraction monk, he couldn't say how close he was, but the other party was so free and easy, which made Fang Yan a little more thoughtful, but since he said that there was no need to worry, Fang Yan didn't think much about it, as for the Yuan Ying Great Perfection cultivation, he was still far behind, and it was difficult to achieve it for hundreds of years and thousands of years, and it didn't seem to be so easy to raise the Sanskrit Technique to the fourth order, without the black blood droplets, that is, the blood of the witch god in the mouth of the witch cicada, now the dialect has been cultivating with the power of the stars, with little effect, and now with the Tianxing Sect exercises, I will not waste the power of the stars to practice this exercise in the future, after thinking for a while, Fang Yan put away the jade talisman and bone staff, and walked away from the No. 1 courtyard of Yingbin Valley.

After a while, Fang Yan returned to the inner gate area and walked towards the deacon's hall, before he wanted to see if there was a sect task suitable for him to do, and the kind that went out to hunt demon beasts was forgotten, Fang Yan now wanted to cultivate with peace of mind, and he didn't want to go back and forth, not to mention how far he would improve his cultivation, at least his Five Thunder True Technique Dawu Sword Formation needed to be carefully figured out, and the two Heavenly Star Sect exercises he had just obtained also needed to spend time cultivating, and he had seen all kinds of ancient wilderness battlefields, Fang Yan knew that his strength was still weaker, even if he had a star burial robe, there were a lot of dodge times along the way, and few times to fight。

Unexpectedly, as soon as he stepped into the inner door, Fang Yan noticed the gaze of more people, and Fang Yan was slightly stunned in his heart, it had been less than half a day since he entered the inner door, how could he attract the attention of so many inner disciples.

However, these people were far from getting closer, their eyes were flickering, and Fang Yan was not interested in inquiring, but just when Fang Yan was still more than a hundred zhang away from the deacon's hall, a cold snort came into his ears, full of disdain and provocation, Fang Yan was low-key, but he never had the habit of letting others kick his nose and bully his face, when he turned his head and looked back at these cold snorts.

"You're the madman who dared to challenge Senior Brother Lin when he first got started?"