When Mo Lidao heard a name gently spit out from Fang Yan's mouth, his expression immediately changed greatly, and he even exclaimed, even the Blood Emperor's enchantment did not make him so gaffe.

In fact, it has not yet recovered, and the slightly weak dialect is just a name that is gently spit out, Zhou Chongyang.

"Falling Heaven Daoist Friend, Yunyan Daoist, I have something to ask about the dialect friend, and I also ask the two Daoist friends not to be surprised. As he spoke, a formation aura had already fallen in Mo Lidao's hand, enveloping him and Fang Yan, and he didn't even wait for the Falling Heaven Dao people and the two Yun Dao people to agree.

The two of them did not stop Mo Li's actions this time, the previous matter had passed, and this formation just now was just a formation that isolated the breath, and there was no killing qi, with the two of them on the side, Mo Li, who had a good relationship with the Heavenly Star Sect, could not kill the dialect because of a word.

In fact, it was not only Mo Lidao who was shocked, but after the two distracted Great Perfection monks of the Bone Emperor and the War Emperor thought about it slightly, their expressions also changed, and they secretly shouted: "Zhou Chongyang?

The two ancestors of the Heavenly Star Sect where the dialect was located were also surprised, compared to the Bone Emperor and the Battle Emperor, the two of them were more familiar with Zhou Chongyang's name, but they didn't expect that this Yuanying descendant of their own sect would actually say this name that had disappeared for an unknown number of years.

The early stage of the distraction monk of the Sword Star Daoist was just puzzled, the name Zhou Chongyang was extremely unfamiliar to him, but seeing the performance of the ancestors, he already knew that this was not the case, let him think about it carefully, Bai Yuanzong, Zhou Chongyang, and the Sword Star Daoist still didn't think of anything, so he only looked at a few ancestors and wanted them to solve their doubts, but he only saw that the two ancestors were paying close attention to the isolation aura formation over there, so he also put away his thoughts and looked over there, but he thought about it in his heart, this little junior brother really has a lot of things to do, but Yuanying Xiuwei actually has a lot of connections with the monks in the late stage of distraction。

Before Fang Yan noticed the fluctuation flashing, he found that he had been shrouded in a formation, and after feeling the power of the late stage monk who was distracted, he quietly looked at the Mo Li Dao person in front of him, although he was not aware of Mo Li Dao Ren's move to arrange the formation, but at this moment, Fang Yan had already sensed the effect of this formation, it was just an isolation breath formation, and his strength was not worth mentioning at all in the eyes of the ancestor in front of him, and what he wanted was the news of the old man.

"Fang Yan, are you from the cultivation realm?" At this moment, Mo Lidao calmed down his emotions and asked slowly.

Originally, when he said it, Fang Yan didn't intend to hide anything, otherwise he wouldn't mention it, but when he heard Mo Lidaoren's question, Fang Yan nodded and said, "Yes, Mo Li's seniors, do you know Zhou Chongyang's seniors?"

"The Zhou Chongyang you know is this person?" Mo Lidao did not get angry at the voice of some rude inquiries from a junior in the dialect, but instead stretched out his hand and urged a water curtain, and a figure flashed out in the water curtain, allowing the dialect to investigate.

Fang Yan squinted his eyes and looked at the water curtain, only to see one of the handsome monks, but not the image of the old man he saw, and his heart was slightly stunned, could it be that there was something wrong?

One coincidence is still possible, and two may not be said, but so many things are coincidences, even if it is a dialect, it is impossible to think that it is impossible, the Baiyuan Sect of the Xuanlan Domain, there is no such coincidence There is also a place called the Xuanlan Domain, there is also a Baiyuan Sect, and there is also a senior monk called Zhou Chongyang.

Thinking of this, Fang Yan did not speak immediately, but continued to carefully probe into the water curtain, and after a while, Fang Yan vaguely saw that the figure in the water curtain was somewhat similar to the old man's eyebrows, and suddenly in his heart, although the monk could maintain his appearance as long as he wanted, but the old man had been fighting with the demon for many thousands of years, and it was normal to have an old appearance. Don't leave the senior, I'm not sure if the senior I'm talking about is the one in your water curtain, can the senior take out your sect's identity token and let the juniors take a look?"

Although they didn't get along for a long time, Fang Yan was very respectful of the self-banned old man, and of course he had to be very cautious when he was entrusted by the old man to summon the message, a high-ranking monk who was imprisoned, if he was discovered by a monk with bad intentions, it was difficult to guarantee that he would not give birth to any other years, although Fang Yan believed in the strength of the old man, but the strength of the Mo Lidao people in front of him was also strong, not to mention that if he encountered the demon to control the body, it was difficult to say that there would be no changes.

For the almost rude words of the dialect, Mo Li still did not show any signs of anger, but glanced at the dialect a few more times, the dialect in front of him was just a small Yuanying monk, that is, the Yuanying Great Perfection monk saw a distracted late stage monk, and he was eager to offer some courtesy, set up relationships, and want to get some benefits, but the dialect in front of him who had just been in the late Yuan Infant period was so different.

"Hehe, yes, no wonder the two Daoists of the Falling Sky and Cloud Death value you so much, you must have seen the token of the Chongyang Ancestor? ”

Mo Lidao smiled slightly, and then the mana in his hand turned slightly, and the scene in the water curtain immediately changed, the previous handsome monk disappeared, and then an ancient token appeared.

Seeing the appearance of this token, Fang Yan no longer doubted, and immediately turned his hand and took out the token given to him by the old man on his body, and handed it to Mo Lidao: "Mo Li senior, don't blame the juniors for giving gifts, this token was handed over to the juniors by the seniors of Chongyang, and I originally planned to give it to the seniors after I had the opportunity to go to your sect, but now I happened to meet the seniors, and it also saved the kid a lot of travel." ”

Seeing the token handed by Fang Yan, Mo Lidao no longer had the previous composure, and after grabbing the token in his hand, he immediately carefully probed it.

Fang Yan's body was originally attacked by the bloody hair, and he just barely suppressed those few breaths, but in fact, he had not completely expelled them, and the distracted late-stage monk, even if it was just a wisp of breath, was not something that Fang Yan, a late-stage Yuanying monk, could easily deal with, but after talking to Mo Lidao for a while, Fang Yan was a little tired, and seeing Mo Lidao scanning the token, Fang Yan simply swallowed a few pills and urged the exercises.

After a while, Mo Lidao's happy voice came into the ears of the dialect: "Mo Li thanked the dialect friend." ”

Fang Yan, who opened his eyes, actually saw Mo Li bowing and saluting, and hurriedly said: "No, Mo Li's seniors have killed the juniors." ”

Mo Li didn't think about it, and after standing up, he said: "Deservedly, if it weren't for the message sent back by the dialect friend, I don't know when there would be news of the ancestor, and in the future, the dialect friend will be the guest of honor of my Baiyuan Sect." ”

While speaking, a Yingcui small round token appeared in Mo Lidaoren's hand and handed it to Fang Yan, and then his divine sense swept over Fang Yan's body for a moment, and then said: "I just probed your Consciousness Sea Divine Soul, but I didn't notice it, it turned out that you practiced the Sanskrit Technique Forging Technique, but unfortunately the bottle of things is not on your body, this is the case, Xiaoyou wants to come back to the Heavenly Star Sect for retreat and cultivation, I will send someone to send things to the Heavenly Star Sect." ”

"The elders don't dare to resign, and thank the seniors in tongues. Although Mo Lidao didn't say it explicitly, but when he heard him mention the Sanskrit Technique of Forging the Body, and Zhou Chongyang's words at the beginning, the dialect could guess a little, although it was not originally to repay the old man who agreed, but the dialect was not stupid enough to refuse the other party's gift, if it really wanted to be like that, not only did it not have the previous friendship, but it was possible to have a bad relationship.

"Good, good, haha. Mo Lidao laughed and dispersed the surrounding isolation aura formation.

The people around saw the two people who showed their figures, heard the joyful laughter of Mo Lidao, and then saw the small round token that had not been put away in Fang Yan's hand, although they didn't know what Fang Yan and Mo Lidao had just talked about, but they could guess nine times out of ten.

"Congratulations to Mo Lidao. ”

"Congratulations to Daoyou. ”

The Bone Emperor and the Battle Emperor and the two late stage ancestors of the Heavenly Star Sect congratulated Mo Lidao one after another.

"Thank you, and thank you for the dialect friends. The happy Mo Li was not polite, and after bowing to everyone in return, he said thank you to the dialect.

"What the juniors should do, if there is nothing else, the juniors will retire first. After Fang Yan bowed to Mo Lidaoren, he retreated to the side of the Sword Star Daoist, and returned to the Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array with the Sword Star Daoist.

Looking at the concerned eyes of the distracted monks looking at him, Fang Yan knew that they were for the matter of his previous separation from the formation and the blood hair being lured, he arched his hand towards the same door of the sect, and sent a calm look towards Xiyan, and then Fang Yan sat cross-legged in the formation, urging the exercises again, and began to suppress the wisp of breath in his body.

(Thanks to the three Taoist friends of 'Huamanlou 0216', 'Could it be '?' and 'Internet boy' for their encouragement)