Three days passed in a flash.

In the early morning of this day, the morning sun is rising, thousands of dewdrops have not yet dispersed, a spiritual wood and spirit grass, reflecting a crystal light under the morning light, the fresh aura is scattered and elegant, it is a good time to cultivate, in the White Stone Sect, many disciples have already sat on a high place, closed their eyes, and began to cultivate.

A touch of cold swept by, and a figure appeared outside the gate of Baishi Sect.

A message came into the sect, and several Jindan elders of the White Stone Sect were already waiting in the main hall, and it was not strange at all to see this message, but at this moment, the senior under the Guocui Ridge had not yet appeared, and he didn't know how to reply to this monk, no matter what, it was not a way to hang the monk holding the Heavenly Soul Order at the door.

Qi Yunshan led a few junior disciples out of the mountain gate, and welcomed the people into the sect, but after sitting down in the main hall, Qi Yunshan found that there was nothing to say, except for the other party who began to say a word, he stopped talking and meditated alone.

In desperation, Qi Yunshan had no choice but to send a message to the third junior disciple of Yueqing who was in the Guocuiling Branch, asking him to inquire about the news of the underground seniors.

When the Jindan monks of Baishi Sect were waiting here, Fang Yan was still recovering on his knees in the streamer wing, for three days, Fang Yan did not prepare anything for this possible battle at all, and he still refined the elixir according to his original plan, two hours ago, Fang Yan finally succeeded in refining the last furnace of Yun Ling Pill, and there was no mature spirit grass available in the Qiankun pot, and Fang Yan had five more bottles of Yun Ling Pill, and after giving Bai Shizong a bottle, it was enough for him to use it for a long time.

It wasn't until two hours later that Fang Yan got up and stepped out of the streamer wing, for today's agreement, naturally he didn't forget, but Fang Yan didn't put it too much, if the other party was not Xiao Ran, or Xiao However, the other party couldn't recognize himself, he didn't need to use those means, even if he didn't win, he wouldn't necessarily lose, even if the other party really cultivated to a high level, it was nothing if he admitted defeat, and there were a few people before, but none of them were killed, and none of them were seriously injured, which is also one of the reasons why Fang Yan decided that the person who came was looking for his Xiao Ran。

If it is really Xiao Ran, and he recognizes himself, as long as he gets rid of the relationship between the Baishi Sect, he will have to fight, and when the time comes, he can use all his means, and he doesn't have to avoid anything, even if the other party can defeat Yuan Ying, the dialect is not afraid at all, he once defeated each enemy with six enemies, except for Xiao Ran, a wisp of remnant soul, the rest of the people all died in their own hands, even if they come again, why don't they do it again, his cultivation has improved, and it is estimated that there are also high-level magic weapons, but he has also improved a lot compared to the original in Mangu.

All in all, the only thing that dialect is afraid of is that other Yuanying monks intervene, such as Xiao Hatshui and his wife, or Wantianzong, if there are really other Yuanying monks involved, dialects also have a way to urge the streamer wings to escape.

After standing up, Fang Yan really noticed the faint fluctuations in the formation outside the cave, and when his divine sense went out, he saw Yue Qing, who was slightly anxious, as if he had been waiting here for some time.

"Elder Yueqing. The dialect stepped out of the cave door.

Seeing the dialect that finally came out, Yue Qing breathed a sigh of relief, "Senior." ”

In order to wait for the dialect, he urged the sect's Escape Boat, which had already consumed almost a top-grade spirit stone, and his heart was dripping blood.

"Elder Yueqing, I've been waiting for a long time, let's go. Fang Yan took the lead and fled towards the ground, followed closely by Yue Qing.

A moment later, two sword lights flashed from the Guocuiling Branch, heading towards the main sect of the White Stone Sect.

In the main hall of the White Stone Sect, the young man who had been sitting firmly suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the two dialects Yue Qing who had just come in, and after carefully scanning them, his eyes narrowed and he didn't know what he was thinking.

At the same time as the young man glanced at Fang Yan, Fang Yan was also scanning the other party, and with just one glance, Fang Yan recognized that the monk in front of him was Xiao Ran, although his appearance was different, but the aura would definitely not be bad.

"Sure enough, it's you. Xiao Ran said a sentence that others don't understand, but the dialect is a word that can be understood, looking at the situation, it seems that Xiao Ran also recognizes the dialect, it is really the dialect of the shape of the recipe is not on the table, but the breath can be restricted, but Xiao Ran doesn't know what kind of magic weapon he used, and he obviously felt the unique atmosphere of the dialect.

At this point, Fang Yan no longer hid anything, and said directly: "Xiao Ran?"

Hearing the words in dialect, several people in the Baishi Sect were taken aback, who is Xiao Ran, a few people have long known, a few years ago, because of Xiao Ran's affairs, the whole ten thousand heavens gathered to fly chickens and dogs, and there was no one who had not heard of Xiao Ran, but didn't they hear that he only had a wisp of remnant soul at that time? Now this young man has not only recovered all his souls, but his cultivation is also much higher than the rumors, is this the power of the Heavenly Soul Sect?

If this is Xiao Ran, then who is he referring to in his mouth?

The monks who were able to form a pill, except for Wei Zonglin, who were obsessed with something, and a few of them were not human spirits, and in just one sentence, they guessed a fact that surprised them, the senior was the monk surnamed Fang who killed Xiao Ran? But wasn't that person a Jindan cultivator? What the hell was going on?

Without waiting for them to ask, suddenly a mana fluctuation poured out in the main hall, enveloping Xiao Ran and the two dialects, but Yue Qing on the side of the dialect was pushed out.

What kind of powerful magic weapon is this, Qi Yunshan and several people looked at the scene in front of them with some horror, just the magic weapon Yu Wei, pushed Yue Qing out of the periphery, and didn't even have time to resist it, for Yue Qing's strength, several senior brothers knew very well, in addition to teaching Qi Yun Mountain, the Baishi Sect took him as the highest.

Even if it is a spiritual weapon, it is difficult to do this, and in a moment, everyone decided that the magic weapon just now was at least a medium-grade spiritual weapon-level magic weapon.

In an instant, Fang Yan found himself trapped in a formation, and the surrounding area was no longer the main hall of the White Stone Sect, but a wilderness battlefield, all around was a gray mist, and there were faint mana fluctuations in the fog.

Fang Yan didn't know, in Xiao Ran's heart, Fang Yan was more difficult to deal with than a Yuan Infant Monk, since the last time he was killed by Fang Yan's body, Xiao Ran's time of recuperating his soul had countless memories of the scene at that time, wanting to know what he could do if he did it all over again, thinking about it, and coming to a conclusion, with the means that Fang Yan revealed at that time, even if he found out at the beginning, at most he only had the power of self-preservation, and those people would still be killed by Fang Yan.

Xiao Ran, who came to this conclusion, was very frustrated, how could he, who had always thought that he was the pride of the sky, accept such a result, so for a long time, the only thought was to kill Fang Yan personally, only in this way could he prove that he was stronger than Fang Yan, and over the years, this had become a further confinement restricting his state of mind, and it was not an exaggeration to say that he was a demon.

Thanks to the endless means of dialects, after meeting again, Xiao Ran did not give dialects any chance, and no longer paid attention to any rules, and directly sacrificed the magic weapon at the bottom of the box.

"I don't care who you are or what your origin is, there is only one way for you to die in my hands today, rest assured, I will keep your body for you and refine it into a puppet for me to drive. ”

After discovering that Fang Yan was trapped in the formation, Xiao Ran showed a somewhat bloodthirsty smile, but his voice was cold and abnormal.

Fang Yan listened to Xiao Ran's words, and did not answer, but just urged the spirit armor to protect himself, and at the same time looked around, although this place was weird, but Fang Yan had not found out where to start for a while, even Xiao Ran just now, only heard its voice, but did not see its shadow.

At the same time that Xiao Ran had just sacrificed the magic weapon, in the underground cave mansion tens of thousands of miles away, Xiao Hatshui's eyes opened: "Ran'er has found that person?"

Bing Wushuang on the other side immediately noticed her husband's movements: "Ran'er has found the person who killed his body? who is and where." ”

Xiao Hatshui looked at his Taoist companion and said slowly: "Wushuang, this matter must be solved by Ran'er herself after all, otherwise it won't be long before Ran'er will have problems, the soul of snatching away, the most jealous demon, otherwise I would have killed all the dozen or so people, how could I keep them until now." ”

"Well, don't I know, but this time there won't be any more problems. ”

"Don't worry, with my Imperial Feather Umbrella, even if it is a monk in the early stage of the Yuan Infant, it will be difficult to break through for a while, this gathering place does not have a monk in the middle of the Yuan Infant Sect except for the Ten Thousand Heavens, what can you not rest assured of, if you rely on the Yin Powerful Array, and then you can't kill that person's soul, then you can only blame him for not being angry." ”

"No, I'm still not at ease, I'm going to take a look. Bing Wushuang stood up and wanted to go out.

"Sit down, have you forgotten the rules of the sect?" Xiao Hatshui suddenly said sharply.

Hearing Xiao Hatshui's sudden stern words, Bing Wushuang's momentum weakened, and she wanted to argue a few more words, the corners of her mouth twitched a few times, but she didn't say anything more, the rules of the sect, how could she forget.

It's just that the mother and son are connected, and Bing Wushuang, who sat down, still can't feel at ease, if it was in the past, Xiao Ran would go anywhere casually, and she would never be so worried, but since the last time her body was destroyed, this time she went to take revenge on that person, even if Xiao Ran's strength is much stronger than before, but Bing Wushuang, who is a mother, still feels a feeling of palpitations in her heart.

Discovering Bing Wushuang's emotions, Xiao Hatshui also understood her thoughts, but she could only wait, if she really wanted to make a move, it would not be as simple as Ran'er's matter at that time, she sighed secretly, and then said: "Wushuang, don't worry, practice the exercises once, and Ran'er should come back." As he spoke, a black light shot out from Xiao Hat's sailor and headed towards Bing Wushuang.

Bing Wushuang stabilized his mind, and also ran the exercises, shooting out a white light, and the two rays of light converged in mid-air, forming a Taiji fish diagram, which flowed slowly, and after a while, the emotions of the two of them were calm, and only the fluctuations of mana flow were left in the entire secret room.