There is still about half a year before the harvest period of every 3,000 years.

Fang Junmei and the others didn't come here for harvesting, if it was just for insight, they didn't need to wait for half a year.

But in order to prevent other monks from secretly harvesting, the place where the Shadow Sword Spirit was located, Jian Luo Yuan, had been sealed off and had not yet opened.

So they stayed in the city for a while.

Although the weather is cold, the city is very lively, especially many things for sale, which are related to sword cultivation.

Fang Jun's eyebrows turned with great interest.

There is no shortage of immortal jade in his hands now, and the more he preaches, the more he feels his insignificance, the vastness of the sword path is like the sea, and the sword seals that can be created are so endless.

Therefore, I spent a lot of immortal jade and bought a lot of kendo methods to learn.

The power of these methods is definitely inferior to his current methods, but he can't stand the ingenuity contained in them, which Fang Junmei doesn't know, and he still relish it when he learns.

The mind is infinitely open.

One day, perhaps we will draw inferences from each other, delve into it, and bloom more beautiful flowers.

This is a long process of accumulation and precipitation.

......

There are also a large number of monks in the city, talking about the way of the sword seal, and some have even learned it, so they gather their friends and go outside the city to learn about it.

Fang Junmei looked satisfied, and at the same time, he was slightly in a trance.

I really feel that I am enlightening the arrival of an era.

......

Half a year passed, and the city became more and more lively.

Seeing that the harvest period was approaching, Fang Junmei and Wan Xiaohua no longer practiced, and walked around the city every day.

On this day, I was walking on the street, and the sound of an uproar suddenly came from not far away.

"Here comes another Ancestral Monk. ”

"It's the sword-drawing boy of 'One Sword Small World'. ”

"Sure enough, he has reached the early stage of his ancestral aperture. ”

Fang Junmei and Wan Xiaohua also felt a coercion of the ancestral aperture at this moment, approached from the western sky, heard the movement, and followed everyone's gaze.

I saw that in the eastern sky, a person stepped on the sword light, fluttering.

He was a very handsome young man, twenty-seven or eighteen years old, of medium height, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, red lips and white teeth, wearing a white shirt and a black fur, black and white to the point of being somewhat abnormal.

At this moment, this person was also looking down at the cultivators on the street, with a pair of cold and sharp eyes, without any expression, exuding sharp sword intent all over his body.

When he swept Fang Jun's eyebrows, his pupils froze for a moment, as if he recognized his identity.

Whew-

Soon, it swept by, flying towards the central community, and the figure disappeared from everyone's sight.

......

"This guy's eyes are still so annoying, as if we are all a bunch of waste in his eyes. ”

Someone snorted coldly.

"Don't talk nonsense, when the sword boy was in the late stage of mortal transformation, he was already one of the most powerful sword cultivators in the mortal transformation period of the Western Sacred Domain, so he naturally had the qualifications to be proud, if he hadn't hit the early stage of the ancestral aperture, he would definitely be one of the top ten in the Western Sacred Domain that year, and he could even compete for the top ten. ”

Someone answered.

The previous one snorted again, without words.

"Now that the Sword Drawn Master has arrived, the pass to enter the Sword Luoyuan should also be issued. ”

Someone said faintly, with a fierce snatching look in his eyes.

......

That Sword Luo Yuan was not only blocked, but also guarded.

This blockade and protection matter, of course, is not done in vain, and other people who want to go in to harvest the Phantom Sword Spirit need to spend a sum of immortal jade to buy a pass.

Most of the masters of the blockade and protection are monks from the Western Sacred Domain, and the passes are also issued by them. Experienced monks all know that most of the passes this time were brought by the sword drawn boy.

Hula-

A large number of people broke the air, and many monks flew in the direction of the City Lord's Mansion.

......

"Brother Junmei, you seem to have another opponent above the sword. ”

Wan Xiaohua said, with a bit of banter on her face.

"Of course, the more the merrier!"

Fang Junmei smiled heroically when he heard this, and his face was as usual.

I only hope in my heart that this sword-drawn boy will not be like Jun Baihe, who has not had a serious fight with him, and has already been wiped out in the crowd of cultivators.

And back then, when he was in the Central Sacred Domain, he had been detoxified and restored to his original appearance, and it was not surprising that it reached the ears of this sword-drawn boy.

The two of them followed.

......

Soon, in front of the City Lord's Mansion.

In the square at the gate, hundreds of monks have already fallen, and a large number of monks have come from all directions.

However, in front of the mansion gate, there was no one else except for the two guards in the late stage of the Dragon Gate.

"Two brothers, since the envoy of the Western Sacred Domain has arrived, it is time to issue that pass, right?"

Someone greeted the two guards in a very polite tone.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please wait a little longer, the sword boy has just arrived, and he has to wait for someone to drink a sip of hot tea and rest. ”

One of the old men said with a grin.

When everyone heard this, they were helpless.

It didn't disperse, but waited at the door.

Only half an hour later, there was an ancestral early realm, and a middle-aged man who looked like a scribe took it out, and after a simple remark, he issued the pass.

One hundred thousand immortal jade, no more, no less.

Everyone paid the money in turn to buy it, and Fang Junmei also bought two yuan.

......

Whoop -

Soon, there was another loud bang.

The cultivators either called friends and friends, or single-handedly swordsman, immediately hit the road, rushed to Jianluoyuan, and couldn't wait any longer.

Of course, Fang Junmei didn't want to wait any longer.

"Fang Daoyou, are you interested in fighting?"

As soon as he took out the Taiyi Qingling Boat, there was a sound transmission from a young man, which sounded in his mind, and the voice was calm and powerful.

Fang Jun's eyebrows flashed, and his divine gaze swept away.

Soon, he found that the "One Sword Small World" sword boy had already left the City Lord's Mansion, looking in his direction, his two cold and deep eyes were sharper.

Obviously, this person is the one who transmits the sound.

"Not interested. ”

After only glancing at each other, Fang Junmei faintly transmitted, and Wan Xiaohua got on the Taiyi Qingling Boat and flew into the sky.

Neurotic!

I'm not a belligerent maniac, so I have to fight with you for no reason.

Fang Junmei's temperament is getting more and more mellow now, after all, it is an old thing in the mouth of juniors.

Seeing that he refused so simply and directly, the sword drawing prince was slightly stunned, and then he smiled proudly and said again: "The first mortal cultivator in the Southern Sacred Domain turned out to be a cowardly guy, no wonder the battle of the top forty in the back was eliminated so quickly." ”

The voice is not yin, yang is not yang.

When Fang Junmei heard this, a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.

For this matter, he has always been very open-minded, knowing how much strength he has, and he doesn't care about it in his heart, but this sword-drawing boy, ridiculing him so provocatively, makes people feel unhappy.

"When did Your Excellency beat the immortal bird, and come to provoke me again, I washed the sword - waiting for your neck!"

Fang Junmei replied, and the words were murderous.

When the sword boy heard this, his eyes flashed violently, and he smiled, and then said nothing.

......

Before he arrived at the Western Sacred Domain, someone had already provoked him, and Fang Junmei's trip to the Western Sacred Domain was destined to start to be unpeaceful.

......

Dacang Snow Mountain stretches out for tens of thousands of miles, and the scope is very broad.

Among them, there are not many Lingshan treasures, the most famous is this Sword Luo Yuan, Fang Junmei is now powerful in the power of the Yuan Shen, and under one sweep, he swept most of the Great Cangxue Mountain.

It can be clearly seen that in the center of the Great Cangxue Mountain, there is a large area of ice-white mist wrapped in a place, which goes away from the sky, and it is impossible to distinguish between heaven and earth.

It's white.

This place wrapped in ice-white mist is also a radius of thousands of miles, and it is hard to imagine how strong a formation it takes to completely seal off such a large area.

Those Shadow Sword Spirits, don't they have wisdom?

Let the Terrans lock them down?and then harvest them every three thousand years?

Regarding this Shadow Sword Spirit Clan, it seems that there is also a lot of fog.

......

The speed of the Taiyi Qing Spirit Boat was very fast, and in less than an hour, it arrived at the entrance of Jian Luoyuan. You don't need to ask deliberately, just follow the big army.

At the entrance, there is a mountain col between two peaks, where its own monks are guarded, not alone, but a snow room building, lined up one after another, as if a Xiuzhen family lives.

There must have been a formation ban that also sealed this place before, but now that it has been withdrawn, two teams of more than a hundred sword-raising monks, lined up like long dragons, extending a path that leads to a deeper place, all with solemn expressions, but the realm is not very good.

At the lead, there are monks who collect passes.

After everyone arrived, they didn't say much, handed over the pass, and walked along the road of sword cultivation.

This Sword Luo Yuan, at the junction of the two major holy domains, even if the people of the Western Sacred Domain have the intention to monopolize it, the monks on the side of the Northern Sacred Domain will not agree.

......

After everyone left for a while, the world in front of them gradually took on a different color.

The earth was no longer snow-white, but black and yellow, as if it was a warm zone, but there was no more life, and there was sword energy flowing in the air.

But because of the fog blockade, the light is still very dim, but the scene is clearly seen by everyone, the terrain is not an ordinary mountain and river, but a vertical and horizontal ravines and abyss, as if it has experienced a rare battle, was cut by unimaginable sword qi, and lives up to the name of Jian Luoyuan.

Whew—

When everyone came in, they roared and pounced in different directions.

Fang Junmei and Wan Xiaohua subconsciously swept their divine senses, especially into the depths of the ravine, and found that as rumored, they were affected by the inexplicable power of heaven and earth, and they could only be released for a few miles, so they disappeared, I don't know how deep it was.

"Let's go, let's go see this Shadow Sword Spirit too. ”

Fang Junmei said softly, and he and Wan Xiaohua randomly picked a direction and flew out.