Chapter 197: Unknown Disciple

Because of this, Fang Wenyuan did not stop that disciple from activating the spell, and even deliberately avoided this disciple. ⊙，

Everything is done for the sake of this spell.

The purple light snake inspired by the spell, Fang Wenyuan guessed, should be inseparable from the purple night thunder rune.

The moment he swallowed it, Fang Wenyuan was sure that this was indeed the Purple Night Thunder Talisman, but it was too weak, it seemed to have been stripped away and divided into hundreds, and this was only one of the parts.

However, although it is weak, it is very complete. Fang Wenyuan also sighed, someone can divide this talisman into 100 parts, and each part is completely divided, this person must be at the peak of the formation path.

Fang Wenyuan couldn't help but marvel in his heart, and he spontaneously felt admiration!

For a long time, Fang Wenyuan had never possessed a defensive spell that had been successfully cultivated, and he also had no defensive spirit weapon. The only one is the Purple Night Thunder Talisman, but unfortunately I haven't found the opportunity, and I haven't understood the mysteries in it, and I want to cultivate but I have nowhere to start.

At this moment, the Purple Night Thunder Talisman has been obtained, and the rest is much simpler, just implant the essence blood to leave a mark, and engrave a wisp of divine consciousness contained in it.

Take it for yourself, move it into the dantian, and slowly nourish it with the dantian yuanli, and when it grows to a certain extent, you can exert its power.

It's just that the refining process is not smooth, after all, this well-preserved Purple Night Thunder Talisman is too weak, and as long as it is a little arrogant, it will be destroyed.

The result is to break the balance of power outside, once it explodes, Fang Wenyuan can't bear it.

The powerful divine sense has always been Fang Wenyuan's greatest help, and it has also played his greatest role at this moment.

Under the spread of divine consciousness, it is like a slender hand, constantly combing.

And also guided the slow invasion of Yuan Li, because his divine sense has been tempered, so it is easy to use. Susu, the Blue Sky Thunder Ding in Fang Wenyuan's body suddenly turned, and sucked the Purple Night Thunder Fu into it.

At the same time, the thunder snake on Fang Wenyuan's body swam, and the thunder of nothingness that was free between heaven and earth slowly converged towards him.

Calm mountain streams, lush trees swaying with the breeze, insects lingering in their world, everything is very quiet and serene.

But slowly, the wind became stronger and stronger, and the shadows of the trees were suddenly stretched long.

The wind whined, whined, rolled the leaves on the trees, and sped away in one of the directions of the mountain stream.

A slight abrupt explosion sounded in a corner, like the knock of raindrops on banana leaves. Then it became denser and denser, as if a shower was falling.

When I listened carefully, I didn't feel like it.

A faint white light flickered, slowly accumulating more and more.

From far to near, I found that it was not any white light, but small thunderbolts, and the sudden slight explosion was not a raindrop banana leaf, but the roar of this small thunderbolt.

The wind was not for nothing, but was driven by the thunder as it swam.

At this time, when viewed from beyond the mountain stream, this small thunder and lightning, like the tide in the sea, rose and fall, chased each other, and all surged in the middle direction.

And in that position sat a young man with white hair, black robes, and black gauze and hats.

With his hands on his abdomen, these thunderbolts were converging towards his hands, and in the blink of an eye, they condensed into a thunderball, exuding a tyrannical/abusive aura.

At that moment, the wind was raging towards Fang Wenyuan, blowing his black robe and the black veil on his hat. His figure was still straight, and he sat on a rock, like a pine.

The thunder and lightning around him were still converging towards the hands he was holding, and the dazzling white light was shining, reflecting his heroic posture.

The black gauze on the hat fluttered back, revealing half of his face, delicate and arrogant, and stubborn with a touch of uninhibitedness.

Such a strange change has attracted the attention of many people, but no one dares to go to investigate.

And those disciples who chased from the Array Peak also noticed this spectacle, looking at the dazzling white light in the mountain stream, everyone stopped tacitly, because they felt Fang Wenyuan's breath.

"Is this it?"

Many people gasped and sighed: "It turns out that he still has hidden strength, and in the battle of the Array Peak, he didn't exert his full strength, but I don't know how much strength he exerted!"

Half an hour passed in a hurry, and everyone didn't show a trace of impatience, staring closely at the direction where Fang Wenyuan was sitting.

The dazzling white light was like Jin Wuxishen, slowly converging, and also revealing Fang Wenyuan's figure, and the raised black veil and white hair added a bit of mystery to him.

The purple light snake flew beside him for two days, and at that moment, Fang Wenyuan seemed to be from the heavens of nine days, and people couldn't help but worship.

It seems that his every move will affect people's thoughts.

After a few moments, the mountain wind stopped, and the slight explosion subsided. The mountain stream has become that empty mountain stream again, which makes people intoxicated and comfortable.

Fang Wenyuan dusted off the dust on his body, slowly stood up, held his chin with one hand, and muttered: "The Purple Night Thunder Fu has finally been cultivated, although it is not a small success, but as long as it is recuperated for a period of time, it will definitely play an unexpected role!"

With a wave of his hand, the two purple light snakes flying beside him suddenly froze, poured into his eyebrows, and disappeared without a trace.

The dusty posture of the flying immortal gradually disappeared, and Fang Wenyuan became Fang Wenyuan again.

Everything seemed to be an illusion, and all the onlookers felt that the moment just now was really just an illusion.

Taking a step forward, Fang Wenyuan rose a foot out of thin air, and it was like an invisible staircase in front of him, and every step was approaching the sky.

This time, Fang Wenyuan did not fly domineeringly, did not stir up wind and dust, and did not roll the clouds and mist in the sky.

It's like a mortal walking, except that he's walking in the air.

The spear was held behind him in his hand, and the whole person was like a scholar, strolling in his backyard.

The group followed behind him, looking at this slightly thin figure with reverence, expecting him to create another miracle.

The Purple Night Thunder Talisman poured into Fang Wenyuan's dantian, and when it was refined by him, it was indeed dangerous, and it almost exploded in his body.

Not enough, the more desperate it is, it can often stimulate people's potential.

Maybe Fang Wenyuan was like this, at a critical juncture, he moved this spell into the Blue Sky Thunder Ding and concentrated on refining.

In a hurry, Fang Wenyuan felt as if he had undergone the baptism of spring rain, from body to soul.

Everything happened so harmoniously, the blue sky thunder tripod vibrate, driving the scrolls of the five thunder god scrolls, and a mentality of sitting on the world replaced the tension in Fang Wenyuan's heart.

At that moment, Fang Wenyuan only felt that nothing could move him, and his heart was like an ancient well.

Sometimes, Fang Wenyuan can't tell the truth. His personality seems to have gradually begun to change, from a weak scholarly boy to a resolute young man, with expectations for the future, with a bond for finding his relatives.

Everything is slowly changing him. Let him become a man who is resolute on the sofa and acts like the wind.

The change in mood just now, Fang Wenyuan was thinking about it in his mind, thinking about it, but he couldn't think of a reason.

Yao Miaofeng's shadow has already come into view

Yaomiao Peak, there are only seven big trees on the mountain, and the others are all strange flowers and plants, all kinds of colors, delicate and verdant.

The aroma of plants and trees is extraordinarily strong, and you can smell it even from such a long distance.

The fresh smell penetrated into the heart, and people couldn't help but take a deep breath, refreshed, and unconsciously, they had a trace of nostalgia for this remote place they had never met.

On the mountain, the golden tripod halls, rising purple smoke, blending with the clouds and mist, covering the top of the mountain, making the top of the mountain looming, like the fairy trail of the mountains.

Fang Wenyuan put aside the chaotic thoughts in his heart and walked away slowly.

Step by step downward, through the clouds.

There seemed to be a staircase leading from the mountainside dojo to the sky, and Fang Wenyuan was slowly walking down from this 'road to heaven'.

Those disciples who followed all the way followed behind Fang Wenyuan, invisibly adding a touch of momentum to him.

Yao Miao Peak is famous for the way of alchemy, and the cultivation of the disciples of this peak is not the highest, but its status is stable in the Feibo Sect, and its prestige is high.

Fang Wenyuan couldn't be rude when he came along, because in the cultivation realm, there were two kinds of people who couldn't be offended, one was alchemist, and the other was refining.

Refining weapons is to create a magic weapon, whether you can get a weapon that can be used to increase your own combat effectiveness out of thin air depends on whether you can invite a master of refining weapons.

Alchemy is the lifeblood of a monk, as long as you are not a genius and your talent is against the sky, then you will always rely on the pill, so an alchemy master must not be offended.

Therefore, when Fang Wenyuan fell into the dojo, he did not show an amazing momentum, but was plain.

However, the people in Yao Miao Peak, including the new disciples, didn't seem to care much about the mountain leader.

Because, at the moment, there is only one person in the dojo, and this person looks like a middle-aged man on the outside.

His hair was casually coiled, looking messy, and there was a yellow gourd around his waist, and there were some stains on it.

This person's clothes are even more messy, and it is obvious that there are layers of thick dust. But his eyes were very bright, and although he was unkempt, he had a compelling heroic spirit.

Fang Wenyuan hugged his fists and said: "The nameless disciple came to break into the mountain, please give advice!"

The black robe is added to the body, and the hat is covered by black veil, which means that Fang Wenyuan cannot show his true face. After all, this was explained by his master Yue Lizhen, and it was difficult to disobey the master's order.

Therefore, Fang Wenyuan did not report his name.

The unkempt man in this medicine peak slowly stood up, with a lazy look, stretched his waist, waved his hand, and said, "Red tape!

Then he said, "If you are nameless, then who am I?"

Fang Wenyuan was stunned, but he couldn't think of how to answer.

But I heard the man muttering a little melancholy: "Nameless and nameless, since I am nameless, there are still people who compete with me for this name, the world is really elusive!"