Flying all the way south, three days later, the dialect flew out of this snow-capped mountain and re-entered the land shrouded in demonic energy. At this time, Fang Yan did not have an instinctive dislike for this environment, but had an inexplicable sense of intimacy, and even Fang Yan himself felt a little funny.

Although he didn't like this kind of environment, this was the place he was most familiar with, and after the catastrophe, Fang Yan lived in this land with his family, and gradually adapted to this place. When he arrived, Fang Yan immediately released the two demon pets, and the Shadow was responsible for exploring the way, and the Black Demon was guarding him. If he had the chance, he wouldn't mind hunting a few magical beasts, and he didn't know how far the journey was, so he was just looking for something to do for himself.

It's just that he is always very careful, only looking for a small number of beasts to start, and he will naturally not let go of the lone second-level demonic beasts, and the third-level demonic beast dialect still hasn't touched it, and now he is mainly in a hurry, so he doesn't need to cause too much trouble to himself. If he waits for him to determine the position below and the surrounding terrain, he can find one to try his skills, Fang Yan feels that his combat power has improved recently, and he may be able to verify one or two on the third-level demonic beast, but the time is not right at the moment.

On this trip to Xizhou, Fang Yan gained several very good magic weapons, which allowed him to add a few more means when dealing with magic beasts, especially the two magic weapons obtained from Chen Ao, which made Fang Yan even more happy. When he hid in the blue bead space to rest along the way, Fang Yan casually cleaned up this person's storage bag, not to mention the wealth obtained, the net worth of these great sect disciples has never disappointed Fang Yan.

What satisfies Fang Yan the most is that the two magic weapons on his body, a magic shield and a magic sword, are both magic weapons that exceed the level of high-grade spiritual weapons, and they are also artifacts refined by the Great Demon Gate, and their power is extraordinary. Speaking of which, this Chen Ao was also unlucky, he had a treasure in his body, but he couldn't find a good object to deal with the demon insects, and finally ran out of mana, allowing Fang Yan to take advantage of the opportunity.

However, what excites Fang Yan the most is the Natal Spirit Rune from Hu Ban, this kind of secret technique that has made major changes to his cultivation since then. The dialect is of great significance, and it can be regarded as a great opportunity for him. And this secret technique has indeed become a killer weapon in the future, helping him overcome countless powerful enemies and rescuing him from danger countless times. This is a later story, so I won't mention it for the time being.

Since then, Fang Yan has been wandering in the demon land with his demon pet, while carefully hunting the demonic beasts. While marching gradually to the south, it is as little as two or three hundred miles a day. It is more than seven or eight hundred miles, and the speed is not slow. Fang Yan didn't cherish these magic crystals, but just hunted along the way, never forcing how many to kill, the purpose was still to hurry.

As a few newly acquired magic weapons became more and more proficient, Fang Yan was indeed much stronger against Warcraft, and ordinary second-level Warcraft could not go through a few rounds in front of him, even if he was alone against two or three. In this way, the speed of dialect movement is also accelerated again. Because he no longer had to make detours to encounter a few second-level demonic beasts.

More than two months have passed, and although Fang Yan has not met any monks, nor has he found any traces left by monks along the way, Fang Yan knows that he is not far from here, and maybe he will meet Xiancheng after walking a little further. Because in the past few days, he has found several ruins in a row, which are obviously market towns or fang markets that were inhabited before the catastrophe, and Xiancheng may not be far from here.

Ten days later. Fang Yan clearly felt that the number of demonic beasts along the road was rapidly decreasing, and the second-level demonic beasts were rarely found again, obviously there were demon hunting teams frequented here, and if they found their traces, they could go to the fairy city. Fang Yan was a little excited in his heart, he was finally going home, and he had been out for two years. The dialect does miss home very much.

Suddenly, Fang Yan's spiritual sense moved, and he only felt that the demonic qi was tumbling not far ahead, and at the same time, there were also clear spiritual qi fluctuations, it should be the monk team hunting the demonic beasts there, and Fang Yan immediately leaned there quietly.

At this time, a group of monks were fighting fiercely with the demonic beasts, surrounding more than a dozen low-level demonic beasts and attacking wildly. This demon hunting team led by a foundation building monk and composed of more than ten Qi refining period monks. It can be said that it is the standard configuration of the fairy city demon hunting team, and the dialect has had the same experience as them, and at a glance, it is known that it is a team from a certain fairy city.

The combat strength of this group of people was acceptable, and it didn't take too long to deal with this low-level demonic beast, and when they succeeded, Fang Yan hurriedly appeared. Walking more than ten zhang away from them, he hugged his fists and said: "Fellow Daoists, please, in the next surname, accidentally lost their way here, dare to ask where to go in Xiancheng?"

"Lost in the way?hmm, even if the Taoist friend is telling the truth, don't you know the rules of this place, I'm afraid it's not appropriate to ask for directions like this, right?" The leader was a monk on the second floor of the foundation, with a beard on his face, and his face was a little vicious.

"What does Daoyou mean by this, I don't have any other meaning in Xia, I just want to ask where Xiancheng is going, and there is no malicious intent, what does Daoyou want to take out the rules? Since it is said that the rules, then you must also express one or two in the next place, is this the so-called rules of Daoyou?" After speaking, Fang Yan took out two spiritual weapons flying swords, and said in an unkind tone.

Just asking for directions, do you have to do a battle for this, the monks here are too aggressive, even more than the demon cultivators. Since this person has raised the rules, and the big fist is also the rule, Fang Yan has seen this person's battle, and knows a little about his combat power, if he wants to do wrong, he can only see kung fu in his hands.

"Wait, don't do it, don't you really know the rules of this place? Asking for directions here is to pay the magic crystal, no one will tell it in vain, it has always been like this, it is definitely not a trick to deceive Daoyou, you can ask casually when you enter Xuantian City." Seeing that Fang Yan's shot was two imposing flying swords, this man hurriedly shouted.

"Is there really such a rule? It's just a matter of asking for directions, how many magic crystals do you want?" Fang Yan was skeptical, and the spirit weapon flying sword danced a few times.

"Isn't it true that Daoist Fang is not a local monk, so it's understandable that he doesn't know these rules. In this way, Daoist friends just throw a few magic crystals, and they will never ask for more. Daoists can know that this place is the periphery of Xuantian City, and this city is one of the eight major sects, the immortal city under the rule of Qingxuanmen, and this rule is naturally set by Qingxuanmen. ”

"Here, if you want others to help, you must pay the corresponding reward, everything speaks with spirit stones, and since you are here to hunt demons, you should pay magic crystals. Isn't it fair and reasonable for Daoists to get what they want to know, and then they can get some rewards for it, and you and I will each take what we need, and there will be no disputes?"

This person saw that Fang Yan was not an ordinary monk, not only was his cultivation higher than himself, but his combat power was definitely not low, so he patiently explained it to Fang Yan. Xuantian City, Qingxuanmen, turned out to be the immortal city of this sect, and Fang Yan was quite happy after hearing it, because this place was not far from the Qingyuan Outer Sect, and he actually came here unintentionally.

Among the eight major sects, only the Qingxuanmen and Qingyuan Sect are close together, and the other sects will keep their distance from each other. After all, they are all big sects, and the territory they need will not be small, and it is inconvenient to be too close.

And the reason why these two major sects are like this is because of their respective historical origins, the two families are of the same origin, they are both one of the Qingyang Sect, the first major sect in South Vietnam, and they grabbed a piece of the original Qingyang Sect's territory, so they had to be neighbors.

However, Fang Yan knows that these two neighbors have always been not in harmony with each other, and since the establishment of the sect, they have fought with each other for various things, and even fought hard, which is well known in the cultivation world of South Vietnam. Therefore, after entering the city, Fang Yan has to hide his identity, otherwise it may be unnecessary trouble for people to know that he is a disciple of the outer sect of the Qingyuan Sect.

It is said that the rules of Qingxuanmen are very peculiar, the sect has never shied away from talking about spirit stones, everything has to negotiate the price, everything should be measured by spirit stones, even between master and apprentice, teaching any exercises and spells must pay spirit stones. This is like a sect, like a giant shop that opens its door to do business, and it has also stood in South Vietnam for tens of thousands of years, which is amazing.

Since it is under the rule of this sect, it is reasonable to have such rules, and besides, Fang Yan is in a good mood at the moment, so he took out a few low-level magic crystals and said: "Since the rules are like this, it is not easy to violate them in the next, I don't know if these pieces are enough, I only ask the location of Xuantian City in the next." ”

"That's enough, these crystals are enough. This is a map of the neighborhood, and you can see it at a glance. As he spoke, the man took out a jade slip and threw it at Fang Yan, floating in front of Fang Yan like a fallen leaf.

Fang Yan took it and looked at it slightly, nodded with satisfaction, threw the magic crystal in his hand again, and then said thank you, and left by himself.

Three days later, Fang Yan came to a large mountain, and among the green mountains, stood several interdependent castles, which was an entrance to Xuantian City, similar to the acropolis where Fang Yan was once stationed. The overall pattern of Xuantian City is similar to that of Qingyuan City, all of which were born out of the former Qingyang Sect, and after this, it is considered the jurisdiction of Xuantian Immortal City.

Passing through one of the castles, Fang Yan headed straight for the fairy city, where he was ready to rest for a while, replenish some much-needed items, and then continue on his way. Below him was the lush mountains and green waters, and the dialect sword flew quickly, and at sunset, he came to a huge fairy city, which was the Xuantian City, and the dialect fell.

Entering the city, the sharp-eyed guide immediately stepped forward, and Fang Yan didn't say much, so he took him directly to an inn, and after a long and hard journey, Fang Yan had long wanted to find an inn to rest. On the way, the dialect casually asked about the trivial matters in the city, and the guide immediately opened the chatterbox, and talked to the dialect about everything, and he was the best at doing this business.

The rest is nothing, Fang Yan overheard that the city is holding a hundred trick conference, and the scale is not small, many South Vietnamese related sects and Shang pavilions have gathered here, according to this person said that there are really a lot of rare objects in it. Fang Yan was not very interested in this, but he had already returned to his heart, always wanting to see his family and newborn child, and he was eager to go back immediately.

Suddenly, Fang Yan's heart moved, Baiqiao Conference, his sister Fang Qing, didn't she join a sect called Baiqiaomen?

When Fang Yan left Yannan City, his father once specifically instructed him to find a way to find his sister. Now that so many years have passed, I don't even know her life and death, and Fang Yan is really ashamed. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )

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