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In the early morning in Hanzhou, it rained a spring rain that was not too big.

After the rain, the Spirit Beast Mountain was filled with clouds and mist, the mountains and trees were even more verdant, and the sunlight finally tore through the thick clouds, and the ocean poured down, and the entire Lingyun Peak seemed to be covered with a layer of pale golden veil.

Inside the cave, the light was bright, and an ordinary young man dressed in white sat on the stone bed, with a long breath and a calm expression.

After a while, the young man suddenly moved his eyebrows and opened his eyes suddenly.

Looking at the entrance of the cave, he showed a hint of doubt and made a move of his sleeve robe, and a strong wind wrapped in spiritual power immediately rushed towards the entrance of the cave.

Buzzing!

The fog at the entrance of the cave trembled, revealing a small hole in the middle, and immediately a golden light appeared, and a transmission note shot in, and in the blink of an eye, it reached the stone chamber.

Fang Nan raised his eyes and flicked a magic trick out of his fingers, and the aura around the transmission note was weak, and it stopped next to his right ear, and spontaneously ignited without wind.

After a while, after listening to the transmission, Fang Nan looked at the ashes on the stone bed, and looked surprised: "I didn't expect it to be this kid Long Tao who took the lead." ”

Fang Cai's transmission note was sent by Long Tao, who had been guarding in front of the mountain gate and rushing to collect the spirit talisman, saying that he had bought a good spirit pen from Longshou Peak, and swore that he would definitely satisfy Fang Nan, and finally asked him when he would be able to come out of retreat to complete the deal.

Originally, in Fang Nan's expectation, that Huang Laosan had been renting on Spirit Beast Mountain for nearly twenty years, and knew many formal disciples, even if he himself was brought into Longshou Peak, there would be no problem, but in the end, it was Long Tao, who had not long taken root in this place, to do this first.

After a little calculation, it was only a little more than two days before that day, and it seemed that this Long Tao's connections at the bottom of the Spirit Beast Mountain should not be underestimated.

After pondering for a while, Fang Nan thought about it in his heart and had a plan.

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As noon approached, the sun on the top of Lingyun Peak gradually became blazing.

Long Tao stood on the bluestone mountain road in front of Fangnan Cave Mansion, the expression on his face was barely calm, but the hands that rubbed in his sleeves and the fine beads of sweat that were faintly oozing from his forehead revealed his anxious mood at this time.

Some of the casual cultivators who passed by the side of the mountain road saw that his eyes had changed a little, and a few of them even exchanged a few words with a smile on their faces, and then left with satisfaction in Long Tao's polite smile.

Long Tao was a little uncomfortable with this at first, but as more and more monks passed by, he gradually got used to this difference in treatment.

In the final analysis, Yu Yuan's brother, who was more than ten years older than himself, returned to Lingyun Peak, and broke through the seventh layer of qi refining in one fell swoop the day before yesterday, becoming the first person to cultivate on Lingyun Peak.

In addition, the short and fat old man and his party were driven out of the mountain gate, and Huang Laosan, who had a close relationship with him, was also seriously injured, so Long Tao's group of monks now faintly became the biggest force on Lingyun Peak.

As the person closest to the dragon talisman, Long Tao's status is naturally rising.

After waiting for another stick of incense, there was a sudden movement at the entrance of the cave, and the originally extremely thick mist trembled slightly at this moment, and quickly dispersed.

Long Tao was in good spirits, and hurriedly took two steps forward and stood in the open space in front of the cave.

The dazzling sunlight fell from above the entrance of the cave, Fang Nan's eyes narrowed slightly, and after his sight recovered, he walked out of the entrance of the cave and saw Long Tao standing there at a glance.

"Brother Fang, you can be regarded as out of the customs. Long Tao saw Fang Nan looking over, and immediately took a few steps to the front, and said with a smile.

"Where's the spirit pen?" Fang Nan didn't bother to talk to him more, and after glancing at Long Tao, he said lightly.

"Brother Fang is impatient. Long Tao was stunned when he heard this, and after smiling bitterly, he hesitated and said, "Although the spirit pen has been obtained, it is actually still in the hands of my brother." ”

"Then what are you doing here empty-handed?" Fang Nan said with a frown.

"Actually, it's true. Long Tao accompanied the smiling face and said cautiously, "In addition to the matter of the spirit pen, my brother still has some things to talk about, I wonder if Brother Fang can come to the cold house to talk about it?"

Fang Nan glanced at him coldly: "Do you think it's possible?"

Long Tao smiled awkwardly and scratched his head: "This is also what my brother asked me to say, and I don't think it's possible, it's just that he can't be beaten." ”

As he spoke, he peeked at Xia Nan's face and said tentatively, "Why don't I go back and discuss with my eldest brother now, and let him come to the door to talk in person?"

When Fang Nan heard this, he secretly frowned.

I don't know why, since he came out of the customs today, although Long Tao's attitude is still extremely polite, there is a vague sense of inexplicability, it seems that he has a lot of confidence, and he is not so in awe of him.

Squinting at the sky, Fang Nan suddenly turned his head to stare at Long Tao and said, "The dragon talisman has advanced to the seventh layer of qi refining?"

"Brother Fang still doesn't know?" Long Tao seemed to be stunned, and then smiled, "My brother came back from the Demon Beast Mountain Range two days ago, and he was lucky enough to get a twenty-year-old Phantom Heart Lotus, and after swallowing it, his spiritual power increased greatly, and he broke through the bottleneck of the seventh layer on the spot. ”

"Phantom Heart Lotus?"

Fang Nan was a little surprised, the aura contained in this herb was extremely large, and more than fifty years was even enough for a low-level Qi refining monk to directly break through a realm in a short period of time, so the value was extremely high, if he made a move at Longshou Peak, it would not be a problem to sell two or three hundred spirit stones.

However, for a loose cultivator like Long Fu, the risk of going to Longshou Peak to sell this level of elixir is indeed too great, so it is better to use it on the spot, which not only increases his strength, but also makes those monks who are cautious have to give up their calculations.

In this way, Long Tao's inexplicable confidence also makes sense, Fang Nan has also lived in Lingyun Peak for a few years, and he also has a general understanding of the strength of loose cultivation on Lingyun Peak. At the seventh level of Qi refining, there were a few miscellaneous disciples in Spirit Beast Mountain, but he was the only one in the scattered cultivation.

His eyes flickered slightly, Fang Nan suddenly remembered something, turned his head and asked, "What about Huang Laosan, is he still helping me find a spirit pen?"

"Huang Laosan?"

When Long Tao heard this, he laughed, "Brother Fang doesn't know, Huang Laosan's guy and Lao Liu Tou, who was cut off by Gu Ci'an's sword, are in a gang, Lao Liu Tou and they were expelled from Lingyun Peak, Huang Laosan is alone, can he still be courted here?"

"Huang Laosan, that old thing, relying on the brute force brought out in the mortal rivers and lakes, dared to hit me in the face in public, and Long Mou could only return a tooth for a tooth," Speaking of this, his face actually showed a rather enjoyable expression, "I hit him in the face that day, not a thousand punches, but eight hundred punches, tsk, that face is swollen, and all the yellow teeth have fallen to the ground." ”

Glancing at Long Tao's suddenly shyly smile, and thinking about Huang Laosan's swollen face with a deflated mouth, the corners of Fang Nan's mouth couldn't help twitching.