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The surroundings were silent, time passed silently, and after more than half an hour, Fang Nan slowly opened his eyes, his face was a little cloudy, as if he was thinking about something.

"No wonder it is said that these infancy are all old monsters, who have lived for hundreds or thousands of years, and they are all about to become fine, and they are so good at acting that even I was almost deceived. Fang Nan looked at the place where Ling Xuzi was floating before, and the corners of his mouth showed a slight sneer.

In order to ensure that he sent the Shanhe Sword to Ningzhou, this split soul can be said to have spent all his thoughts, first claiming that it was Wei Wuya's old man to set it up, and then seeing that he didn't react much, he promised a bunch of benefits.

It's just that the other party obviously didn't expect that there was no trace of affection between himself and Wei Wuya, the cheap grandfather, not to mention that the truth of the other party's words was still unclear, even if the two had really been friends for many years, they had nothing to do with Fang Nan.

If he really wanted to talk about it, when he thought of Wei Wuya, he only had anger and resentment at the ban on his spiritual root, but he knew that this emotion was not beneficial to his cultivation, so he never thought about it.

As for the so-called endless benefits after going to Ningzhou, this kind of illusory thing is unlikely to be attractive to Fang Nan.

And the other party seems to be not at ease, first gave a map where his treasure is located, and then played the emotional card again, and forced a little self-awareness, with a reluctant to dissipate between heaven and earth and try his best to complete the image of the soul in front of himself, if it is a different person, I am afraid that under the dual influence of interests and feelings, I have begun to prepare to go to Ningzhou.

"The mountain and river sword is such a treasure, since I got it by luck, how can I easily transfer it to others. ”

Muttering softly, Fang Nan pondered for a while, then closed his eyes and looked inward, his divine sense gently probed into the depths of the dantian, and sure enough, he saw the simple and unpretentious bronze small sword in it, under the wrapping of light blue spiritual power, the small sword was still dim and dull, without the slightest movement.

"I don't know if the mark said by the other party is true or false, if I really make a move on this sword, I would rather never set foot in Ningzhou. ”

Fang Nan's brows furrowed slightly, his divine sense didn't find anything abnormal after carefully exploring Xiao Jian's body, but this was also in his guess, but he didn't take this matter to heart.

For the next half hour, Fang Nan spent the next half hour under the pondering and study of the mountain and river sword. And no matter what means he used, even if he even sacrificed the soul flame, it didn't make the Shanhe Sword react, but he completely gave up this thought after such a toss.

It seems that Ling Xuzi's statement that the mountain and river sword was completely sealed is not false, otherwise, even if his own cultivation is unable to drive the magic weapon, there should be some movement under the injection of spiritual power.

Staring at the small bronze sword floating peacefully in the dantian, Fang Nan suddenly seemed to remember something, pinched the trick with one hand, and silently recited the flame trick, and with the urging of the exercises, the spiritual power in the dantian was also agitated, merging into the limbs and hundreds of remains, and running on its own.

After a great week of operation, Fang Nan slowly opened his eyes and said to himself: "It seems that although this sword is kept in the dantian, it still has no effect on the cultivation of mana, but it is difficult to say in the long run." ”

Shaking his head and putting the matter behind him, Fang Nan took out the pale green jade slip from the storage bag again, and after pasting it on his forehead, his divine sense suddenly broke out of his body and soaked in it.

"Sure enough, there are two maps......"

After a cursory glance, Fang Nan directly ignored the first map and turned to the second one, which was the one that Ling Xuzi claimed to have treasured the treasures he had collected over the decades.

Judging from the outline on the map, this is the map of Jixian Mansion, but when Fang Nan saw the marked place clearly, he raised his eyebrows, revealing a bit of surprise.

"Outside the city of Sangzi, the ...... of the mountain of prayer"

After whispering the name of the place, Fang Nan touched his chin, and his mind flashed the impression of this place in the classic records.

If he remembered correctly, Sangzi City was in the southernmost part of Jixian Mansion, four or five hundred miles away from the Yuqing Mountain Range, and there was a small sect on this Prayer Mountain, he didn't remember what it was called, but he thought that it should be inferior to the original Spirit Beast Mountain.

"Three or four hundred miles away, I can't go now, and I'll find a chance to see it in the future. ”

After Fang Nanluo groaned, he shook his head and took the jade slip back into the storage bag. With such a long distance, counting the time to rest and replenish mana in the middle, it would take him at least two days and two nights to arrive, and it was obviously difficult for him to get out for the time being, which was bound by the door rules.

Speaking of which, he was also skeptical about the treasure treasure that Ling Xuozi said, after all, for a monk, a small storage bag could hold thousands of times the size of something, who would have nothing to do when they were full, and hide a large number of treasures in the deep mountains and old forests like mortals.

However, Senior Brother Yuan, who is incarnated by Ling Xuzi, has always had a strange and unpredictable temperament, and according to the other party's words, in the past few decades, "Senior Brother Yuan" has gone out to hunt for treasures all over Jiazhou.

"No matter what, it's important to cultivate......

Recalling the various legends that Ling Xuzi had circulated in the southeast, and the amazing aura contained in Fang Cai's seemingly ethereal figure, Fang Nan couldn't help but sigh helplessly, after all, he was still forcibly coerced, this feeling was similar to the feeling of being pinched in the palm of his hand by Gu Ci'an and even the Ghost Spirit Ancestor at the beginning.

And the reason for all this is that after all, his strength is low, and he is just slaughtered by others in this immortal cultivation world.

......

The snow is falling, the fog is thick, and the top and bottom are white.

Two days passed in a blink of an eye, and it was almost noon, Fang Nan shook off the residual snow on his shoulders, stepped into the attic, and returned to the room all the way. Then he didn't rush to cultivate, but pushed open the window and stood by the window, silently looking at the snow flying outside the window.

The city, which is covered in a thick layer of snow, looks even more spectacular, and the heavy snow on the streets as far as the eye can see seems to have had little effect, and it is still full of people at the moment.

At this time, he was dressed in white, but he had just returned from the market, and he changed into white clothes to cover up his identity, and compared with when he went, there were many fewer magic weapons in his storage bag, and there were hundreds of spirit stones and some pills at the top level of qi refining. (To be continued.) )