On the second floor of this Qingyun Tower, Wang Mu can be said to have gained a lot, here he has read the history of demon cultivation in the Demon Star Sea, if he encounters some demon cultivation now, he can also say two or three, at least on the bright side, others can easily see his origin. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

As for the identity, Wang Mu also thought about it, he was ready to borrow the name of the Tang family in the eastern sea of the Demon Star Sea, this Tang family also had a reputation in the Demon Star Sea more than a hundred years ago, but it has disappeared for decades, and the strength of the Tang family is not very weak, outsiders still have to weigh it if they want to find out their details.

On the third floor, there is a very large area but there are only three jade platforms, and there are only ten jade slips on it.

But when he saw the things recorded on these jade slips, Wang Mu couldn't help but be excited.

The ten articles of "Demon Heavenly Skill, Corpse Demon Technique, and Fire Demon Dafa ......" are all precious and abnormal demonic exercises, and the exercises that Wang Mu saw on the second layer are only some of the foundation realm, so these ten articles in front of him should be more profound.

"Poof!" When Wang Mu took out the Qingyun Secret Talisman, he could only see the first five layers of this Demon Heavenly Skill, and the highest could only be cultivated to the peak of the late stage of the Foundation Building Realm, while the latter was banned by the next layer, and with his current spiritual sense, he couldn't detect it.

A quarter of an hour later, after reading the ten exercises, Wang Mu couldn't help but sigh slightly in place.

"That Fang Dingtian agreed so simply, it turned out that he had already prepared!" Wang Mu secretly thought to himself, but these are the foundation of the Fang family, any exercise can be auctioned off a lot of magic stones, and he is relieved when he thinks of this.

"The time agreed with the Fang family hasn't come yet, I'll practice here for a while!" Wang Mu sat down leisurely, and then recalled the ten demonic Dao exercises he had just read, and his whole person was immersed in cultivation.

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Two days later, Wang Mucai walked out of the Qingyun Tower, and the person waiting outside early turned out to be Fang Yan's daughter.

"Senior Tang!" Fang Yan seemed to have known that Wang Mu was going to come out, and shouted very respectfully.

Wang Mu's face flashed with surprise, but he quickly took out the Qingyun Secret Talisman from his arms and said, "Thank you Fang Family Master for me, I will leave!"

Fang Yan's whole person was stunned in place, and the appearance of wanting to speak in his mouth was looked at by Wang Mu, only to hear him smile and say: "The head of the Fang family should be in retreat at the moment, congratulations to him in advance for me on his great progress in cultivation!"

Wang Mu's figure flashed, and he galloped directly in the direction of the outside of the valley.

Fang Yan held the Qingyun Secret Talisman tightly in his hand, and then walked out of a certain hidden corner of the Qingyun Tower, both of them were Foundation Building Realm cultivators of the Fang family.

"Third Uncle, Seventh Uncle!" Fang Yan hurriedly bowed and saluted.

Fang Ming and Fang Liang were both in the middle stage of the Foundation Building Realm, they first glanced in the direction where Wang Mu left, and after a long time, the third uncle Fang Ming sighed: "Yan'er, this Daoist friend you met this time is of great use to our family!"

Fang Yan's eyes were full of doubts, but she didn't dare to ask directly, but she was very smart, and she also knew that all this must be inevitably related to Fang Dingtian's sudden retreat.

"From tomorrow, Yan'er, you will move to Qingyun Hall and cultivate with Yan'er and Wan'er!" Fang Liang was a middle-aged scribe, but there was a pitch-black magic mark on his left cheek.

Fang Yan was overjoyed when she heard this, and hurriedly bowed to the ground: "Yan'er is just a concubine, how can He De ......?"

But Fang Liang waved his sleeves and held Fang Yan up directly: "Letting you enter Qingyun Hall is just a chance for you, if you can't build a foundation within two years, you will return to your original position, understand?"

Fang Yan's expression tightened, and he nodded stiffly.

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When Wang Mu left the Fang family's Qingyun Valley, he should go to the Beitang family to observe the preaching conference of the head of the Beitang family, and then flew towards the north according to the map given by Beitang Chun.

Along the way, Wang Mu saw that many demon cultivators were also heading north, but the magic light sword under his feet was amazingly bright, and those Quenching Body Realm cultivators avoided it from afar, which also saved him a lot of trouble.

As for the fact that he had seen a few fights on the road, Wang Mu crossed the sky silently, like the encounters of those low-level monks, in the cultivation realm, such interceptions and killings and treasure grabbing things are endless, and they happen repeatedly, as long as no long-sighted people find him, Wang Mu is impossible to do it with others for the sake of Mo people at will.

Beitang's family was in the Demon Flame Mountain north of Heiyan Island, Wang Mu was not fast or slow, but when he was passing by a quiet valley, he suddenly heard a hissing voice from below him:

"That fellow Daoist, can you bother for a while?"

This sound came directly into Wang Mu's ears, which naturally made him fly away and stopped suddenly, and when he looked towards the valley below, he saw that there were two strange people arguing there.

A bald-headed demon tuo was carrying a huge black bag on his back, and standing opposite was a green-robed Taoist priest, carrying a wine jug full of wine in his hand, and the two were staring at each other and scolding each other.

"I'm going to bet with you today, don't you want to run away!"

"Bah! I'm done drinking today, and I'll play with you again when I buy good wine!"

......

Wang Mu listened to the voices of the two and knew that the person who had just transmitted the sound to him should be the Taoist priest, and the demon on the opposite side was full of flesh, and the big pocket behind his back was constantly squirming, and it seemed that there was a big living person inside.

"Little brother, you came just in time, you come to comment!" The green-robed Taoist priest didn't smell of wine, and poured the gourd into his mouth from time to time, as if there was no wine.

That demon tuo had actually discovered Wang Mu a long time ago, and glared at it fiercely, but he was afraid of the green-robed Taoist priest beside him, and he didn't say anything in the end.

"Two seniors, the kid's cultivation is shallow, and his eyesight is even worse, where can he evaluate himself?" Wang Mu found out early on that these two people were not simple, so he had to call them seniors.

The green-robed Taoist priest snorted in his mouth, and muttered in a strange voice: "What seniors are not seniors, I let you come, you will come!"

At this time, the bald demon also shouted in a hoarse voice: "Boy, don't you still look down on the Sprinkle family?"

Being glared at by the bald demon like this, Wang Mu felt cold, and he hurriedly clenched his fists and responded: "Since this is the case, then please ask the seniors to teach you!"

The corners of Mo Tuo's mouth snorted, turned his face away, and glanced at the green-robed Taoist priest, and the meaning was self-evident: "Since you invited the person, you say it first!"

The green-robed Taoist priest was also unambiguous, grabbed Wang Mu, and then pointed to a handful of spiritual flowers on the cliff opposite the valley and said, "I said that the elixir matured at three o'clock in the afternoon today, do you say yes or no?"

Wang Mu looked at the opposite side, and his heart couldn't help jumping, the position he was standing in was ten miles away from that side, although his spiritual sense could detect it, but in the valley full of elixir and demon grass, the aura was mixed, where could he tell the maturity time of one of the spirit grasses?

At this time, the bald demon jumped out and said, "It's clear that it won't mature until after noon, and it's useless for you to pull a hundred people!"

"Phew! Lao Dao made a divination this morning, and it must be ripe at three o'clock in the afternoon!"

"Fuck off! It must be a ripe ...... time"

Syllable!

As soon as Mo Tuo was excited, the big pocket behind him fell directly to the ground and rolled directly at Wang Mu's feet.