Sanling Mountain,.

The verdant peaks of the ten miles in a radius are lingering with a trace of aura, floating in the boundless and endless Lyra Inland Sea.

The Sanling Mountain Sea Fortress, which accommodates tens of thousands of monks, is like a drop in the ocean compared to the huge sea area.

Shout!

On this day, a small sea warship like a flat shell, flashing with a hazy blue phantom light, flew out of the air from the depths of the sea and landed over Sanling Mountain.

It is not surprising that most of the naval warships in the Lyra Inland Sea have the ability to fly into the sky and escape the sea.

It's just that when this sea warship landed on Sanling Mountain, it was not hindered in any way.

On the contrary, on the sea fortress of Sanling Mountain, there were soon several high-level Yuanying seniors who heard the news and waited below.

Not long after, on the small sea warship, slowly flew out of the people.

One of them, an old Confucian in a purple robe, politely greeted the other three distinguished guests.

"Hmph, what's good here", Hu Fei pursed his lips, with a slight hint of dissatisfaction, and jumped off the battleship, looking wild.

In contrast, Yang Fan and ** Xi fell hand in hand, their faces were joyless and carefree, and they were very calm.

For Sanling Mountain and the "Sanxian Gate", Yang Fan did not have any good feelings.

However, under the soft hair and pleading of the purple-robed old Confucian cultivator, first of all, the old Confucian cultivator in the purple robe was suffering and tired, and he "sparred" with Hu Fei for several days, and finally Yang Fanmu nodded and agreed.

Staying in Sanling Mountain, at least there is an advantage, as long as Shi Yao comes back, she can see it as soon as possible, and she will not miss the opportunity.

This is also the only reason that can convince Yang Fan.

At this moment, when Yang Fan and the three of them returned to Sanling Mountain, there were already two rows of high-level monks standing below, and almost all of the more than a dozen Yuanying powerhouses of Sanling Mountain were present.

The high-ranking people were respectful, not for the great elder of the sect, but for the elegant man who never smiled.

"Waiting for Yuanzun!!"

Two rows of high-level powerhouses, their eyes in awe, saluted Yang Fan in unison.

"It's my honor for Lord Yuanzun to come to Sanling Mountain in person," one of the old men who was over the age of sixteen said in a trembling voice, with a little excitement in his eyes in addition to respect.

I think he has lived for seven or eight hundred years, and he has cultivated to reach the infancy of Huyuan, and he has not had the opportunity to witness the strongest person in the Inland Sea with his own eyes.

The other high-level people all have similar feelings, the boundless inland sea, there are only so many peak powerhouses, and it is really not easy to see one with your own eyes.

Regarding the welcome ceremony of the high-level people, Yang Fan had a cold attitude, nodded slightly, and did not speak.

The purple-robed old Confucian cultivator quickly placed a cave mansion with an elegant and peaceful environment for the three of them.

Since then, Yang Fan and others have lived in the elegant cave of Sanling Mountain.

Sanling Mountain itself has spiritual veins, and because of the surrounding formations, the spiritual energy here is twice as abundant compared to ordinary places in the inland sea.

Yang Fan did not continue to comprehend the next realm of Xianhong, and spent most of his time consolidating his cultivation, occasionally reading some ancient books to expand his knowledge and horizons.

He didn't know that although he and others didn't smell foreign objects, they still became the focus of discussion among everyone in the outside world.

Knowing that the new strongest person in the Inland Sea was stationed in this fortress, first Sanling Mountain was boiling up and down, and it was a sensation and extremely excited.

Immediately, Sanling Mountain became the focus of the nearby sea area, and its reputation was greatly enhanced, countless monks came to visit, and many strong people joined the four major Confucian sects on Sanling Mountain.

Under these circumstances, the prestige of the Sanxian Gate increased greatly, surpassing the Holy Confucian Gate and becoming the first Confucian Holy Sect in the Inland Sea.

In this regard, other Confucian forces did not dare to have any objections, and even came over to surrender.

The purple-robed old Confucian cultivator, as the great elder of the Three Sages Sect, is extremely beautiful, and he treats Yang Fan and others like gods.

He didn't dare to expect Yang Fan to join the Sanxian Sect, as long as he was stationed in Sanling Mountain for a period of time, without doing anything or doing anything, he would be better than the army of tens of millions of monks, and he could deter millions of demons in the Inland Sea.

The years are long, in a blink of an eye, four or five years have passed.

Yang Fan spent most of his time still cultivating, or studying pharmacology, and dabbling in other ancient books.

The progress of cultivation is very slow, he is not impatient, his heart is peaceful, just waiting for the day when he accumulates.

With this trend, it probably won't take a hundred years for Yang Fan to have the hope of cultivating to the peak of the late stage of Yangen.

At that time, he will tend to be perfect in the realm of the root stage, and he will be able to reach the next realm.

On this day, Yang Fan woke up from his cultivation, and his eyes were filled with a peaceful green.

"It will take another four or five years, that is, the day when the Tianlan Hall will open," Yang Fan muttered to himself.

At this time, ** Xi also woke up under the feeling, and the two looked at each other and smiled.

"Brother Yang, at most four or five years, you will be able to meet Shi Yao. **Xi Ming's eyes were smiling, quiet and peaceful.

Yang Fan was moved in his heart, after cultivating for so many years, only ** Xi can accompany him all year round, and he has always respected each other.

In the long and dull years, feelings are also like a trickle of streams, not seeking the martyrdom of meteors, not seeking vigorous, only seeking eternity.

What touched him the most was that ** Xi understood and tolerate, there was almost no estrangement between the two people's minds, and a thousand words were not worth the intersection of a look.

In Yang Fan's life, most women are like passers-by, some are good feelings between the opposite sex, some are just love, and even more are just simple ** infatuation.

The real double cultivation on the spiritual level is only the first night, and it is almost perfect in each other's minds.

This is also the reason why Yang Fan has never broken through the last layer of Hao with ** Xi.

In addition, what also made Yang Fan really emotionally involved was Deng Shiyao, who was stubborn and strong, with a temperament like classical poetry and painting.

Yang Fan firmly believes that most of the time he and ** Xi can accompany each other until they are old.

As for Deng Shiyao, due to too many uncertain factors, maybe they can walk together,?? but they are just a passerby on the long way to immortals.

After sorting out his emotions, Yang Fan's eyes flashed with a hint of enlightenment, and Xi glanced at him thoughtfully.

"Brother Yang, promise Yuxi, you must keep Shi Yao", **Xi held Yang Fan's hand tightly, and there was a trace of unfathomable worry in her eyes.

"Yuxi, I feel that you have some secrets in your heart, and you have never told me", Yang Fan faced ** Xi.

"A very strange call, vague, Yuxi can't understand", **Xi Qiao had a trace of confusion on her face.

"I promise you...... Do your best", Yang Fan nodded.

Just as the two of them were whispering, Hu Fei also woke up from the retreat and began to move his muscles and bones in place.

"Boss, let's go out and relax after cultivating for so long", Hu Fei finally couldn't sit still, he didn't have the patience of Yang Fan and the others.

Xi smiled slightly, as if her hand was a little abnormal.

The three of them left the cave for the first time and found that there was a lot of aura on Sanling Mountain, and their strength seemed to be a little stronger.

didn't say hello to the monks of the Sanxian Sect, Yang Fan and the three of them flew directly to the vicinity of the sea for a ride, or to relax.

Facing the turbulent sea, Yang Fan realized the irresistible vastness of nature.

Not long after, a purple light flew over from Sanling Mountain, and the person who came was the old Confucian cultivator in the purple robe.

"If there is nothing necessary, we want to be alone", Yang Fan said plainly, very tactfully.

At the moment, he didn't want to be disturbed by the outside world.

"The old man has nothing important, hurry up and get out!" Hu Fei said noisily.

The purple-robed old Confucian Xiu smiled bitterly, he had long been accustomed to Hu Fei's vulgar and angry scolding.

"Lord Yuanzun, the old man is here, there is indeed something to say. "The purple-robed old Confucian cultivator.

"Oh, please tell me something. Yang Fan's expression turned slightly.

"During the retreat of Lord Yuanzun, many people from the outside world came to visit, and some of them even claimed to be Yuanzun's disciples", "Disciple?" Yang Fan immediately thought of Fu Ping and Fu Xue.

In the land of the Inland Sea, he seems to have shepherded three disciples, as well as Luo Xiu from the Valley of the Lost Wind.

"Where are they?" Yang Fan asked.

"One of them who has left seems to have risen in the Inland Sea in the past hundred years, the Poison King, and the other one is a Blood Demon Dao Yuan Infant powerhouse," replied the purple-robed old Confucian cultivator.

Left?

Yang Fan was slightly disappointed, but he didn't expect to miss a master-apprentice meeting.

But life is like this, many things can't be forced, especially chance.

"Mainly in these years, there are too many people who have asked to see Yuanzun, countless people", the purple-robed old Confucian cultivator was a little frightened, but seeing that Yang Fan was not stunned, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"What are these people asking to see me?" "It's just that they want to make friends, apprentices, and so on." Among them, the strong people sent by the Heavenly Dome City, Heavenly Paradise, and other forces were all received by the old man, mainly because they did not dare to sweep the purity of the Yuanzun", the purple-robed old Confucian Xiu explained.

"Someone will come to see me in the future, you will judge according to the specific situation", Yang Fan confessed and sent the purple-robed old Confucian Xiu away.

"Hmph, this little old man, everything will be bad", Hu Fei snorted coldly.

On the same day, the three of them returned to the cave and continued their cultivation.

However, before two months, the purple-robed old Confucian Xiu came to report that there were important people who asked to see Yang Fan.

Yang Fan frowned slightly, and asked, "Who is it?" "From the demon clan, claiming to be an old friend of Lord Yuanzun, and his origin is not small", Zi Pao said with a smile.

"Old friend?" Yang Fan entered an elegant living room somewhere in Sanling Mountain with doubts, and saw the innocent girl sitting in the middle at a glance, about thirteen or fourteen years old, wearing a beautiful and colorful dress, wearing a peacock and phoenix crown, faintly revealing a noble atmosphere.

Isn't this the peacock goblin?

Yang Fan's eyes lit up, he was really an old man.

At the beginning of the Tianlan Palace, he and the peacock demon could barely be regarded as sharing hardships.

"Big brother...... You're finally out. When the peacock demon saw Yang Fan, his eyes were shining, like a flawless gem, like a little sparrow, he ran over and hugged him, smiling very innocently.

Fortunately, Yang Fan came alone, **Xi and Hu Fei didn't come, otherwise I don't know what expression would have been revealed.

I haven't seen each other for many years, and the peacock has been successfully promoted to the transformation stage, and there is an old man in the late transformation stage standing next to him, like a personal bodyguard.

Yang Fan was not allowed to speak, the peacock pulled him, and chattered a large piece, the content was nothing more than Yang Fan's prestige achievements in the Inland Sea today, as a friend, she was proud and happy.

Yang Fan showed a relieved smile on his face, he didn't expect that he could have a friend of the opposite sex in the demon clan.

After talking for a long time, the two of them sat down, and the transformation demon cultivator next to the peacock demon was not surprised by this.

"Little peacock, you came to me this time, you won't come to reminisce about the old days", Yang Fan said with a smile, his eyes swept the old man beside him intentionally or unintentionally.

"Hehe, this time I was entrusted by my mother to invite Brother Yang to come and visit us, Qiyu Island, as a guest", the peacock laughed sweetly and looked very happy.

"You mean the Peacock King?" Yang Fan was slightly stunned.

The Peacock King, one of the Seven Great Demon Venerables of the Inland Sea, the strongest of the powerful faction, and even the same level as Jin Jiaolong, Qianqiu Wuxian and others.