Hundreds of feet in the sky, Fu Jian was dressed in a blue robe, holding a dark green flute in his hand, stepping on a flying sword, and his face was extremely gloomy. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

At this time, he had searched seven or eight times within a radius of a hundred miles, and the demon flute in his hand had been used several times, but he still couldn't find any trace of the blue cloud leopard.

This Biyun Leopard was snatched from a foundation-building monk in the Demon Dao with great effort more than ten years ago, and its qualifications are far better than ordinary breeds, and when it reaches adulthood, it will be a fourth-level demon beast, and when the time comes, he will have an extra helper equivalent to a mid-foundation building monk by his side.

And now that the blue cloud leopard is nowhere to be found, even if he gets a foundation building puppet for nothing, he can't afford his loss.

His gaze swept to the southeast, Fu Jian showed a bit of a deep groan, he had wondered if the Biyun Leopard would break free from the ban and go to the Demon Beast Mountain Range, if that was the case, he had no choice, after all, there were even six or seven level demon beasts in the Demon Beast Mountain Range, and he didn't dare to enter it rashly.

After sighing, Fu Jian's heels froze, and the whole person slowly fell, and before he reached the ground, a little doubt suddenly appeared on his face.

His gaze fell on a hillside in the southwestern mountain range, and he clearly felt a wave of spiritual power fluctuating faintly coming from there.

"Could it be the animal?" Fu Jian muttered as he stroked his beard and frowned.

The Wind Resisting Technique rose at will, and the wind was whistling under his feet, and Fu Jian's whole person immediately shot away like a flying arrow.

......

After half a cup of tea.

Fu Jian's expression suddenly moved, his footsteps stopped, and he stopped in front of a mountain stream.

In the small stream of the mountain stream, the clear spring flowed, hitting the rocks at the bottom of the stream, and the silver was splashed everywhere, and under the sun, a touch of turquoise light was shining slightly, reflecting the surrounding streams with a faint blue color.

A few steps forward, Fu Jian raised his hand and made a move, and the green immediately "snapped" and caused a splash, flew out upside down, and fell into Fu Jian's hands.

When I let go of my hand, it was a low-grade magic weapon, with a green body and sharp ends, resembling a leaf.

Fu Jian stared at this magic weapon, his eyes gradually narrowed, his eyes flashed, and his divine sense broke out of his body, instantly spreading to the surrounding dozens of zhang, and then searched inch by inch.

After a while, he suddenly raised his feet and walked to the southeast, until he reached a giant cypress tree that was more than ten feet high, and jumped to a height of several feet above the ground, and his eyes swept lightly, landing on the claw marks of a branch.

......

"It's unpredictable...... I really didn't expect my predecessor's grandfather to be so big. “

Fang Nan sat silently in front of the rock wall, his eyes flickering slightly.

It turned out that he didn't have a spiritual root, on the contrary, some of them were the heavenly spiritual roots called the chosen son by the immortal cultivation world!

The reason why the Heavenly Spirit Root is so precious is not only that its cultivation speed is several times that of an ordinary Spirit Root, but the most important thing is that the monks who possess this Spirit Root. Before the Dan period, there is no bottleneck at all to break through the realm!

This also means that if there is a disciple of the Heavenly Spirit Root in the family or sect, then hundreds of years later, there will be one more monk in the sect who is in the Dan stage, and if the monk's chance is not too bad, it is almost a matter of nine out of ten to advance to the Yuan Infant.

In this way, it can be seen why a Heavenly Spirit Root Cultivator is regarded as a treasure by the elders of the sect.

After all, a kedan monk, even for a big sect, is a big help, the largest local sect in Hanzhou, Qingquan Sect, there are only five or six elders in the sect, except for the old man surnamed Ge who is sitting behind the secular business of the Qingquan Sect, the rest of them have not appeared in front of ordinary monks for a long time, and have been in retreat for many years for the ethereal hope of tying a baby, and do not ask about the world.

In this way, the elder's move to ban his spiritual root is intriguing.

Fang Nan closed his eyes slightly, sinking his mind, and the worldly memories of this body passed through his mind one by one.

In the county seat only a few dozen miles away from Qingshan Town, his maternal grandfather Wei Songhe seems to be just a local rich man in his seventies, living a leisurely life of walking birds and watching plays every day, no different from his grandfather, who is also a foreigner.

However, after the old man in Mai woke up like this, when Fang Nan recalled the memories related to him, he found a lot of suspicious things from the perspective of an immortal cultivator.

According to the past that "Fang Nan" heard in the mouth of his father since he was a child, Wei Songhe was born from a humble background when he was a child, and he was the janitor of a large family in Nantang Prefecture, but later the family was defeated, and the family property was copied by the state government. It wasn't until a few years later that the other party made a comeback, and thanks to the heavy gifts, his grandfather was able to return to his hometown to buy land and become a rural landworker.

It's just such a person, looking back with Fang Nan's current gaze, the other party is often pampered and not surprised, and he has a sense of fairy wind and bones, and according to his father, the most abnormal time for his maternal grandfather in recent years was when he was born, not only did he lose the excitement he was waiting for before, but he sank his face and looked worried.

In this way, although his maternal grandfather was a great monk who lived in seclusion, he didn't really want his descendants to embark on the road of cultivating immortals.

"Boy, the old man is so familiar with you, can you tell the old man, who is the elder behind you? You must know that there are only a few late great monks in the south for thousands of years, and the old man knows them all. ”

A vague voice came from the front, Fang Nan looked up, but saw that the old man in Mai had taken out a dark brown fruit out of nowhere, and after taking a bite, he stared at him with curiosity on his face.

With a move in his heart, Fang Nan looked at the old man in Mai and said with a slight smile: "Since the seniors have said that there are only so many great monks in the later stage, can you let the juniors see their demeanor?"

"What's so hard about that?"

The old man in sackcloth yawned lazily and waved his hand carelessly, and a long scroll with a white luster suddenly appeared in the air, and eight portraits were derived from the changes of light and shadow.

Fang Nan seemed to get up slowly and calmly, took a few steps forward, and looked intently.

The figures in the first three paintings are quite similar, all of them are dressed in moon-white robes, with a high crown on their heads, a long sword in their hands, and a cold face.

"It seems to be a ...... of a sect"

Fang Nan looked back and forth several times, slightly surprised.

"These three are all the Taishang of the Qingxu Sword Sect, and they were promoted to the Great Cultivator three hundred years ago, which shocked the entire Immortal Cultivation Realm, speaking of which is now the Qingxu Sword Sect, it is also because of their three junior brothers, not only in the south, but also in the entire human world. The old man in Mai on the side saw Fang Nan's gaze, laughed, and sighed.