"Qingluan, I'm afraid you can't dress up like this, can you reduce a few spirit beast bags?" Looking at Qingluan, who had more than ten spirit beast bags hanging around his waist, Fang Yan said helplessly. For more up-to-date chapters, visit:.

The two of them are going to leave the sect tomorrow, so they naturally have to clean up first, but Qingluan has too many treasures to put down, so he picks and chooses to put away more than a dozen spirit beasts and prepares to carry them with him. This look is only afraid that if he doesn't even leave the scope of Qingyuan Sect, he will be chased and killed by people with ill intentions, and now there are few places in South Vietnam that are peaceful, and there are not too many outlaws.

"This, it seems to be a little more, but I don't feel at ease if they stay on the mountain. It's still a trivial matter if you leave on your own, but it's troublesome to come out and hurt people, let's go, who else on Shuanglu Peak can restrain them?" Qingluan was also helpless, most of these spirit beasts taken away by her had been raised by her for a long time, and there was no time to think about their feelings, but how to deal with these spirit beasts was a headache.

Originally, the qualifications of these spirit beasts were not low, and after many years of 'fine' heart feeding by Qingluan, they had reached the strength of demon beasts above the second level, but when they left, there was not even a foundation-building monk on Shuanglu Peak, who would dare to rest assured that they would stay here. Remembering that for their promotion, the spirit stone's 'essence' power Qingluan was not less 'flower', but now it has become a trouble, who would have expected this.

Spirit insects such as blood 'jade' demon spiders are not difficult to do, Fang Yan once gave Qingluan a pagoda-type magic weapon, the level of this thing is not high, but the space inside is not small, even if all the spirit insects of Shuanglu Peak are taken away, it is a pity that it only works for spirit insects. The high-level space magic weapon that accommodates the spirit beast, but the dialect has never had a chance to get it, and Qingluan only has one by one put it in the spirit beast bag and hangs it on his waist.

"Find a place to release the animals, and bring as few as possible, otherwise it will be easy to be targeted. He didn't dare to say the words of selling spirit beasts, he knew that Qingluan couldn't accept it in his heart, but releasing those spirit beasts that were relatively low level or of little use could be considered by Qingluan.

"Release, can't you be fostered elsewhere, it's a big deal to have more spirit stones. Alas, forget it, let's release it, I'll listen to the young master. Qingluan's eyes were slightly red as he spoke, but he was still forced to nod his head and agree. Now, there are still a few idlers in the sect' who can temporarily adopt Qingluan's spirit beasts, and even if there are, they are not among the people they are familiar with.

In fact, Gu Yunfeng is an ideal place, but Fang Yan's master is not a good person, it just so happens that he is in retreat and does not want to be disturbed, if these spirit beasts disturb him, maybe he will be killed by him and used for wine. In comparison, it is better to release the animals, and it can be regarded as giving these spirit beasts a way out, but Qingluan finally agreed with the dialect's opinion.

In addition, there are many things that need to be arranged, and this trip to the 'door' is far more complicated than all the previous outings in the dialect, and it took several days to prepare alone.

In the early morning of this day, as soon as the sky was 'Meng' and 'Meng', two monks wearing hats quietly left the Qingyuan Sect, and then slowly flew along the outer area of the sect's 'gate', like disciples with patrol tasks.

The two of them are Fang Yan and Qingluan, but they chose to go out at this time in order not to alarm their families, so as not to 'make' another farewell scene, which is just sentimental. Before going out, Fang Yan also changed the outfits of the two of them, he practiced the mimicry technique to do these things, but he had to put a little effort into Qingluan.

This practice has almost become a habit of dialects, but he didn't think much about it, and the two of them were completely dressed as casual cultivators, just to avoid unnecessary right and wrong. When they came out of the sect' 'gate', they did not immediately go to the Two Realms Mountain, but went around to the southwest along the area where the sect' 'gate' was located, where there was a vast mountain, which was the training place for the middle and low-level disciples of the 'gate' on weekdays.

This is where the dialect was chosen for Qingluan, and those spirit beasts were released, and if there is a fate in the future, Qingluan may be able to recall them again. This piece of mountains and grass is deep and dense, but the aura is far inferior to that in the Qingyuan Sect, but there are also a lot of scattered spiritual lands, which have become the natural nests of all kinds of demon beasts, and from now on, those spirit beasts of Qingluan will find their own way here.

I saw Qingluan untie the spirit beast bags one by one, and kept saying something in his mouth, those spirit beasts seemed to understand whether they understood or not, and finally ran into the depths of the mountains and forests after a while, leaving Qingluan to sit in place with a sad face. Seeing this, Fang Yan immediately forcibly pulled her up, and then flew away from here with her, heading straight for the direction of the Two Realms Mountain.

Took the two spirit beast bags and hung them on Fang Yan's waist, now Qingluan's outfit is not so eye-catching, wearing a cyan 'color' robe, with a storage bag and two spirit beast bags hanging on the belt, which is not much different from ordinary monks. The few spirit beasts left behind were the first to follow her, and their level was also three to four, and their combat power was also good.

The two figures swept through the reckless mountains, hundreds of miles away and quickly left behind, but Fang Yan still felt that the speed was too slow, and raised his hand to release the spirit weapon flying boat. Although it is not far from Qingyuanzong, it has gradually become less populated, and there are no traces of villages in many places, and what is presented in front of you is a large wasteland.

The dialect '' the flying boat as high as possible, and the route chosen is also a remote place with few people, even if there is an occasional escape, it is discovered early by the dialect and avoided from afar. Further along this direction, you will enter the sphere of influence of the Qingxuan 'Gate', and the relationship between the two sects and 'Sects' has always been very tense, and when you get there, you need to be careful with the dialect.

The flying boat rowed a faint light in the sky, and flew rapidly towards the distant sky, and in the blink of an eye, it was dozens of miles away. At this time, Fang Yan did not push it to its maximum speed, but it was no longer a fraction slower than his full sword flight, and he was more and more satisfied with the performance of this spiritual weapon.

In one day, thousands of miles flew easily, and when the sky was getting dark, the dialect found a place to rest in this barren mountain range. The further you go, the more desolate it will be, in addition to the dialect deliberately chose this route with few people, and because the Qingyuan Sect and the Qingxuan 'Gate' two sects 'Gate' have been fighting for many years, there have always been few people living in the 'intersection' weaving place of the two major forces.

When I got here, the flying boat, which had only taken a day, had to be put away temporarily, so as not to be seen and moved, and cause any trouble. Speaking of this dialect, I have also walked along the way, but it was ten years ago, and the surrounding environment at that time was far from what it is now, and the dark demonic qi had long since dissipated, and I could only vaguely see what it used to be.

Half a moon later, a pair of monks dressed as casual monks appeared in the ice and snow, both dressed in blue 'color' clothes, and wearing hats on their heads that could hide their faces and senses. At this moment, their swords stopped above the snow, and not far away, there were eight monks looking at this side, the leader was dressed in red, and judging from the aura emanating from his body, it was a Jindan monk.

"You are the dialect, so deep in scheming, even this seat was almost deceived by you, but unfortunately you are still a hundred secrets and fell into the hands of this seat. Let's say, do you tie your hands or do you want to do it yourself, I just take people and won't take your 'life', if you don't measure yourself, don't blame this seat for being ruthless. The man in red opened his mouth and said, it turned out to be a 'woman'.