"That's good, the old man doesn't want his and Gu Daoyou's plan to end up ruined in the hands of this person. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info" The dark figure snorted coldly, "In the end, the old man has to help him wipe his ass, after all, he is just a hairy boy." “

Glancing at Su Ziling, and seeing that he looked like he was looking at his nose and nose when he heard the words, the dark figure suddenly asked, "You have been with this kid for so long, haven't you found anything special?"

"What's special?" Su Ziling was stunned, and after thinking for a moment, he hesitated, "Except for the fact that he was generous in his previous fighting methods, he didn't seem to be a casual cultivator, and the juniors really didn't find anything special. “

"Idiot. The dark figure looked coldly in the direction where Fang Nan had disappeared, "Didn't you pay attention to the fact that he glanced at the old man's hiding place before leaving?"

"What? how is it possible!" Su Ziling's face changed slightly, and he looked at the other party in disbelief, "That kid is only the sixth layer of qi refining, how can he see through it?"

"Hmph, the old man didn't use any way to hide his breath, if he cultivated some secret techniques to enhance his divine sense, it wouldn't be strange to see it. ”

"It's just a casual cultivation, not only has a good talisman making method, but also cultivates the secret art of divine consciousness, I'm afraid that this kid is not so simple behind it, you still have to check the origin of this person in the future, and you can't capsize in the gutter." The dark figure said in a deep voice.

"The juniors understand. ”

Su Ziling bowed and said respectfully.

......

In front of Lingyun Peak, it was quiet and silent.

The white figure suddenly swept past the mountain pass, and it was four or five zhang long when it fell together, and in less than a stick of incense, it passed through this mountain range that stretched for two or three miles.

Fang Nan stopped the Wind Resisting Technique dozens of zhang away in front of the mountain gate, and as soon as his palm flipped, a light brown soul mark appeared in his hand, and then with a "poof", it turned into dozens of wisps of green smoke and annihilated.

Looking back at the direction he came from, Fang Nan's face was a little cloudy.

After the previous fight, Su Ziling sent a message to himself, saying that he had something important to discuss, and invited him to talk to him alone, and Fang Nanluo agreed after a deep sigh.

However, Fang Nan had some scruples in his heart, when Su Ziling left Youyun Peak one step ahead of him, he quietly punched a soul mark into the other party's body, followed the other party to follow over there first, and immediately found a Qi Refining Peak cultivator hiding on the side.

If it weren't for the fact that the soul mark had come to him, Fang Nan would not have been confident enough to follow alone.

Walking along the mountain road to the cave, the breeze was blowing, and the scenery was beautiful, but Fang Nan's brows were getting deeper and deeper.

Judging from the conversation between the two after he left, he didn't know when he fell into a conspiracy related to the so-called Blood Soul Sect, and it seemed that Gu Ci'an was also involved in it.

Although he hadn't understood too much why the other party was so concerned about him before, after thinking for a while, Fang Nan estimated that there was a good chance that he had something to do with the thousand spirit runes he had promised to deliver.

In fact, Gu Ci had placed many people on Longshou Peak who could make talismans before, but instead found himself who was just a little famous among the scattered cultivators, and he had always had doubts, and at this moment, it was even more strange to connect with the current matter.

In retrospect, just Gu Ci'an's so-called gift to the Ancestor of Jiedan was not tenable at all.

"The mark of the Blood Soul Sect?"

Fang Nan thought about it for a long time, and he didn't find the slightest bit of news related to this sect in his mind, but judging from the name, the word "Blood Soul" seemed to be the usual way for those Demon Dao sects to name them.

However, according to Fang Nan's previous contact with the classics, the Demon Dao Cultivator was defeated in the battle with the Righteous Dao Sect eighty years ago, and was driven out of the Twelve Southeast Kingdoms, and there has been no trace of the Demon Dao in the countries at all over the years, how did this Blood Soul Sect suddenly appear in the Jin Kingdom?

Unable to think about the cause and effect for a while, Fang Nan felt a little irritable in his heart, and remembered that the monk had finally ordered Su Ziling to investigate his matter, and immediately showed a sneer.

This feeling of being spied on and manipulated is extremely unpleasant, but there is no way for him to crack it first.

In the final analysis, his own strength is not enough, otherwise he will dare to press on his head again and again by relying on Gu Ci'an?

Seeing the cave mansion, Fang Nan shook his head, no longer thinking about it, and with a wave of his hand, the token was thrown out, breaking the prohibition at the entrance of the cave and walking in.

......

At noon the next day, in the bright light, Fang Nan, who was kneeling cross-legged on the stone bed, suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the entrance of the cave with some surprise.

"I didn't expect them to arrive so quickly. ”

Fang Nan got off the stone bed with a muttering to himself and slowly walked towards the entrance of the cave.

After half a cup of tea, Fang Nan returned to the stone room with a storage bag in his hand, opened the storage bag casually, and his divine sense rolled in, and a small pile of things immediately appeared on the stone bed.

Ten low-level spirit stones, seven or eight bottles of Bigu Pill, and three lilac spirit grass blades.

His gaze swept lightly, stopping on the leaves of the purple linggrass, Fang Nan's divine sense moved slightly, and with a bend of his fingers, the three blades immediately flew out upside down and fell into Fang Nan's palm.

He lowered his head and looked at it carefully, then raised it to the tip of his nose and sniffed it lightly for a moment, Fang Nan immediately showed a little satisfaction.

"There are still more than 30 years left, no wonder those two gangs are fighting to the death for this. Fang Nan's eyes flickered slightly, and he muttered.

Purple Ling Grass has a great effect on the advancement of Qi refining cultivators, such a spirit grass that is not low in age, I am afraid that it can be sold for a sky-high price of more than five hundred spirit stones, and after a few scattered cultivators here, each person will get hundreds of spirit stones, which is indeed a considerable amount for those casual cultivators.

Thinking that he threw three or four hundred spirit stones on Huang An's head with a flick of his hand in the fighting method, Fang Nan patted his forehead with some tears and laughter.

Now that I think about it, for the sake of temporary refreshment, I am still too willful, and with this move, I am afraid that there will be a lot of rumors about this matter in the entire Spirit Beast Mountain in the future.

This is very inconsistent with the low-key philosophy he has always adhered to.

After all, people in the immortal cultivation world are different, and if you want to live a long time as a scattered cultivator who has nothing to rely on, you can only keep a low profile before you don't have enough strength, otherwise there are many people watching you, and you don't know how you died.

Sighing slightly, Fang Nan waved his sleeves, put away the other things, looked at the purple rhombus in his hand, and after a moment of silence, he returned to the stone bed and meditated.

Speaking of which, he has been stuck in the bottleneck of the sixth layer of qi refining for half a year, and his cultivation has already met the requirements of advancement, and today he has obtained these pieces of purple linggrass, but he can try to impact the seventh layer of qi refining.

After practicing qi and concentrating, after the spiritual power had been running inside his body for several days, Fang Nan let out a long breath of turbid qi in his chest, flicked his fingers, and put a piece of purple rhombus into his mouth.

The entrance melted, and Fang Nan only felt a cool breath flowing down his throat into the dantian, and then it immediately dispersed, surging towards his limbs and hundreds of bones with the spiritual energy.