Seeing such a huge penguin suddenly fall from the sky without warning, and also pressed a large dense jungle in front of him into a deep pit, Fang Shou's mood was like riding a roller coaster, up and down, and he couldn't tell what it felt like. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Fang Shou actually stammered a little: "Immortal...... Immortal, Dafu, I'm afraid this time, you really have to change your name and surname, and call yourself 'Fu Da Li'!"

Li Dafu also muttered: "Fang Shou, you are right, it turns out that the immortals.... It really exists!"

"What are you talking nonsense?" It took a lot of effort to get out from under Fang Shou's armpit, Li Sisi glanced at Fang Shou, and as soon as he was halfway through his words, he stopped abruptly, and he was also stunned on the spot, unable to say half a word anymore.

At this moment, above the black pengbird, three figures appeared out of thin air, with different styles, as if they were ...... Immortals??

Immortals, yes, at least in the eyes of Fang Shou and the others, the three people who appeared in front of them were real immortals!

"It turned out to be really..... Immortals can really fly!" Li Dafu looked at him in disbelief, his eyes full of envy.

Being able to fly is a major feature of the "immortals" in the impression of mortals, and all the "gods" and "immortals" that are revered by people, especially those from ancient times, without exception, are extraordinary beings who are omnipotent from heaven and earth.

However, the three people in front of them, without wings on their backs, can walk on the ground and hover quietly in the air, this kind of magical power really makes Fang Shou and others greedy, so in their eyes, these three people are real "immortal families" Undoubtedly!

The four of them were stunned, in mid-air, close to Heipeng's broken beak, the sturdy old man who was dressed in a costume similar to the barbarian tribe of Daxuan Southern Xinjiang, with a bare upper body, including his face and other eye-catching positions, was tattooed with tattoos, and suddenly laughed rampantly:

"Ji Ji ~ Heavy treasure in front, those who can get it, this reincarnated grass is already the old man's!"

"Hmph!" followed by a mysterious man who was shrouded in black fog and could not see his face or body at all, replied in a hoarse voice that was difficult to distinguish between male and female:

"Nightmare, it's too early for you to say this!"

"Yo, old nightmare, did you hear that? Daomeng said you can't do it, do you dare to say a 'no'? Aren't you afraid that they will issue a 'Jiuzi number chase and kill order'?"

Now speaking, he looks relatively embarrassed, but a middle-aged man dressed as a scribe, speaking elegantly, behaving properly, and acting like a well-mannered scholar, probably because he has just experienced a fight, and the scribe's clothes on his body are slightly damaged.

However, although this middle-aged man wore a scribe's uniform, it was only in style, which was quite similar to Fang Shou, but if you made a careful difference, you could still find a lot of differences.

"Looking at the style of his clothes, how can it be a little close to the previous dynasty? At that time, the scribes were dressed, the collar should not be triangular, and the cuffs should not exceed five fists, and so on, and so on, there are a lot of exquisite..... Fang Shou had seen the appearance of the scholar at that time in some albums of the previous dynasty, and he felt that it was the same as the style of this middle-aged man, which was really strange.

"Oh, that's weird! There are three bugs here!huh?

As the middle-aged man spoke, he suddenly had a whim, and cast his eyes on the place where Fang Shou and the others were hiding, and saw through the camouflage at a glance, and saw clearly the "true face of Lushan" of several people, at the moment, he couldn't help but sigh in surprise, and said:

"They don't belong here, they are..... How is this possible?!"

"Why? In this Valley of Silence, can there still be mortal spirits in the Primordial Realm? Are you dazzled..... Uhh

“......”

Of the three people in the sky, the only one who had not spoken to the arrival of a few people had not yet spoken was the owner of the hoarse voice before, but after staring at it carefully, Fang Shou was more and more suspicious of his identity, because this person was shrouded in a thick black fog, and he didn't even show any important parts such as his eyes, as if he was a part of this mysterious black fog, which made people feel weird.

"Huh? That's kind of interesting. The middle-aged scribe took a step forward, and just as he was about to make a move, he suddenly stopped, immediately looked around left and right, and smiled bitterly, "Okay, good, you guys are amazing, then please first?"

"What's the situation?" Hearing the middle-aged scribe's words, Fang Shou's heart suddenly rose with an unprecedented sense of crisis, it seemed that the existence of himself and others was making these high-ranking characters a little greedy, but no matter what, it was foreseeable that the current situation would definitely do more harm than good to the four of them.

But since people are swordsmen and I am fish and meat, Fang Shou actually got up, got up from the pile of fallen leaves, shook off his clothes, bowed generously to the three people, and said:

"In the Lower West Mountain, I have seen three immortals!"

After all, when he thought about it, the three people in front of him were the high-ranking "immortal families", so presumably, they would also talk about some rules, and it was absolutely impossible to challenge themselves and others without asking about it. But is that really the case?

"Hey, hey, the old man found out first!"

"Not good!" Fang Shou's pupils shrank, and as soon as he realized something, and was about to resist, he was suddenly restrained by a huge force, like a humble little worm, pulled up from the pile of fallen leaves by this force, and suspended in mid-air.

"Fang Shou!" Li Si shouted anxiously, but there was nothing he could do.

And Li Dafu and Song Zhixian also came out of the pile of fallen leaves and pounced towards Fang Shou.

"Jie Jie, they still care about you!" In just one moment, Fang Shou's body suddenly flickered and disappeared on the spot, making Song Zhixian and the others pounce into the air, and then, they appeared under the armpit of the tattooed old man out of thin air, as if he was caught by pliers, Fang Shou couldn't move at all, and completely lost the ability to resist.

"Damn, it's a step too late, let this old thing snatch away the best qualifications!" The middle-aged scribe was so anxious that he jumped to his feet, just about to catch Li Sisi, who was exposed to the vacant position of Fang Shou, but he was a step too late, allowing the mysterious person shrouded in black fog to take the lead!

In desperation, the middle-aged scribe had no choice but to move, and appeared in front of Song Zhixian in an instant, and from this person's eyes, he noticed a kind of indifference that seemed to come from his bones, his eyes couldn't help but brighten, and he secretly praised in his heart: "Although this young man's qualifications are one grade worse, this heart is really ...... Pick up the treasure!"

"There is one left! Damn! One step too late!" The middle-aged man grabbed Song Zhixian and sent it into his cuff, turning it into a small dot and receiving it somewhere. And when he wanted to take this opportunity to catch the remaining fat man again, he suddenly found that this person had appeared on the other side of the tattooed old man's elbow, just like Fang Shou, he was caught to death, and he was almost out of breath!

"Nightmare, if you dare to snatch someone from under the hands of the Dao Alliance, you will flee to the ends of the earth, and I, Fahua, will not spare you!" The man in the black mist said lightly, not at all worried that the old man of Nightmare would take advantage of it.

"Then don't worry about Lord Labor!"

"Boom!"

Before the tattooed old man finished speaking, he felt that the thin boy under his right armpit had bitten on his waist, his teeth chattering, and he seemed to be extremely indignant.

"You let go of me!

Fang Shou didn't worry about his situation at the moment, he just blindly stared at the figure in the black mist, and said with a little pleading: "She is the county lord of Daxuan, the sister of the prince of the west......!

"Noise!"

The tattooed old man cursed, and suddenly his arm was clamped hard, causing Fang Shou's head to tilt and completely faint......

"Hmph, stupid boy, don't you still naively think that you are still in the Initial Realm? From now on, you belong to the 'Yuan'!"

In the later generations of Daxuan, there is a record in the "Qianming Classics" -

In the 14th year of the Qianming Dynasty, the scribe Fang Shou, the Central Plains people called the "Holy Son of Xishan", because of the spring examination in the year of Jiageng, did not respect the Wensheng, and the blood was sprinkled on Wenyuan, so he was arrested by Yinwei, and then fled to the Qiongjiang River, the ship sank, and drowned. He was 16 years old.