Mu Fan was thinking about how to leave, after all, there were too many soul shaping powerhouses here, even if he was not afraid, but there were still some innocent infant cultivators, he didn't want to kill.

"Haha...... It turned out to be a Pure Spirit Lotus...... Good, good!" The laughter came, and it was accompanied by a strong momentum, when Mu Fan saw the comer, he hurriedly followed the crowd up, and suddenly his heart was overjoyed.

The person who came was also a soul-shaping cultivator, and the gray-haired old man among them was still a seventh-layer soul-shaping cultivator, while the middle-aged man beside him was a sixth-layer soul-shaping, and his breath was strong and stable, and he seemed to be able to enter the late stage of soul-shaping at any time.

When Feng Qinghua saw the two people, his face suddenly became a little solemn, he really wanted to find out the person who stole the pool water now, but he also knew that he had to deal with the two people who came first.

"The two of you, in the Lower Heaven Dao Sect, since this Lingtan has a fate with the two, we naturally welcome the two of you to enter the Lingtan to cultivate, according to everyone's distribution, it should be ......"

"Hmph, the kid of the Heavenly Dao Sect, don't care about the rules and regulations, good things should be the ones who are virtuous, don't be verbose, you can go down and cultivate with us!" The gray-haired old man waved his hand to interrupt Feng Qinghua's words, obviously a little impatient.

Feng Qinghua's face was even more ugly, he didn't expect the other party to be so faceless after hearing that he was from the Heavenly Dao Sect, this was simply a slap in the face.

"Senior, according to our previous assignment, it's ...... now" Just as Feng Qinghua was about to continue speaking, a somewhat timid infant monk suddenly stood up and said.

As soon as the infant monk spoke, all eyes were on him.

If it was a soul-shaping former, even if it was a soul-shaping layer, others would not be surprised, but this monk who spoke was only in the middle stage of infancy!

Feng Qinghua's gaze also fell on the infant monk, and his brows furrowed at first, but he quickly understood that the infant monk wanted to please him.

Sure enough, as soon as the infant monk finished speaking, he looked at Feng Qinghua with a flattering expression.

"Which green onion are you! Get out of the way of Lao Tzu......" Before Feng Qinghua could speak, the gray-haired old man's face suddenly sank, and he slapped it directly.

Even if it was a casual palm, the momentum brought up was extremely powerful, and some of the monks next to him looked at this infant monk with a hint of sympathy in their eyes.

"Senior, I'm ......" The infant monk looked at Feng Qinghua with a somewhat frightened face, but Feng Qinghua only frowned, and didn't even look at the infant monk.

"Poof...... "Poof" directly slapped the infant monk out with a random palm, and directly spurted out a stream of blood in mid-air, flying hundreds of meters away.

"Ahem...... Thank you seniors for your mercy......" The monk coughed several times before he stood up, and the eyes of the people were even more frightened, and he didn't dare to continue walking up for a while.

Feng Qinghua frowned, he didn't expect that the old man in gray didn't shoot the infant monk to death, but he quickly understood that this was the old man in gray who was showing mercy to himself.

The others looked at the infant monk who was hiding aside and didn't dare to continue to come up, and they also felt sympathy, this infant monk just wanted to curry favor with Feng Qinghua, so he wanted to continue to stay in the Lingtan to cultivate, but unfortunately he made a mistake.

"This friend, although the little brother was offended just now, but what he said was also what everyone said in their hearts, how everyone entered the Lingtan to cultivate, it has been determined, if the two of you want to forcibly break in, then you can't help the two. Although Feng Qinghua's face was ugly, he didn't continue to pay attention to the infant monk just now, but looked at the two soul shaping monks behind him with a somewhat cold tone.

If there is no upset in his heart, it is absolutely impossible, he is also an existence in the late stage of soul shaping, not to mention that he has already reported the name of the Heavenly Dao Sect, and the other party will still seriously injure the infant monk who flatters him, which is clearly a slap in the face.

The gray-haired old man's face sank, and he looked coldly at Feng Qinghua and the other monks beside him, with a look of contempt in his eyes, "Isn't the Heavenly Dao Sect amazing!, the old man is most disgusted with the sanctimonious appearance of this group of hypocrites of your Heavenly Dao Sect, and if you want to do it, then don't be verbose!"

"Looking for death, I'll come and see what you can do......" Feng Qinghua was slapped in the face by the other party three times and twice, where can he bear it, the other party is just the seventh layer of soul shaping, and he really thinks that he is invincible in the world!

Before the words fell, a sword suddenly crossed the distance between the two, sweeping the surrounding killing momentum and blasting over, and the gray-haired old man didn't even think about it, a seven-star whip had blasted out countless star swords.

As soon as the two of them made a move, the scene immediately became chaotic, and the rest of the Soul Shaping Cultivators also did not hesitate, and they all sacrificed magic weapons and rushed towards the middle-aged man on the sixth layer of Soul Shaping Cultivators.

"Boom Boom ......" The true elements of the soul shaping powerhouse continued to crash together, the light of the magic weapon shot out in all directions, and the ground continued to blast out deep pits, where did some monks with low cultivation dare to approach, and they didn't even dare to approach the Lingtan.

The scene was extremely tragic, and the two sides were killing moves as soon as they went up, and there was no awareness of environmental protection at all. No one noticed that while the two sides were fighting, the infant monk who had been flattering to Feng Qinghua had quietly left.

An hour later, the infant monk stopped in front of a dilapidated and hidden cave, and then set up some forbidden rules and entered the cave.

"I earned it this time!haha......" This infant monk is none other than Mu Fan.

At this time, Mu Fan's face was ruddy, where did he look a little seriously injured, in fact, if he was an ordinary infant monk, I am afraid that the injury would be more serious, of course he would not feel that the other party was keeping his hand, if it wasn't for his body being too strong than ordinary monks, he would definitely have broken his meridians just now.

Accepted the other party's slap for no reason, of course he wouldn't count it like this, when he met this guy again, he would definitely kill this old thing, even if it was the wind of the Heavenly Dao Sect, he didn't plan to let the other party go.

After putting these thoughts aside and leaving a monitoring formation outside the cave mansion, he entered the Cullinan World.

Looking at the pure spirit lotus water the size of a small pond in front of him, Mu Fan couldn't help but laugh, although his approach was a bit risky, it was definitely worth it!

With these things, his spiritual root will definitely be more pure, and the strength of his physical body will also rise, at this time, Meng Mengda suddenly walked over with his stomach up, and Mu Fan immediately couldn't wait to say: "Haha, Xiao Meng, you have made meritorious service this time, come, how many spiritual springs have you made below, let me see!"

"Purr, ......" Meng Mengda screamed twice proudly, and with a stroke of her paw, a huge jade trough appeared in front of Mu Fan.

"Hold the grass!" When Mu Fan saw the huge jade trough in front of him, the corners of his mouth suddenly twitched, and he jumped up subconsciously, "There are so many, how many have you made in total?"

Meng Meng Da crossed her claws on her waist, with a smug look, and slowly stretched out a claw after a long time.

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