Seeing the white-shirted monk on the opposite side of the drunken dream, the forbidden circle bubble that bounced up at this time, Xue Zhen only glanced at it, his expression remained unchanged as usual, this forbidden technique is no different from the kind of small forbidden array built with the formation flag, but it only serves to isolate prying eyes, whether it is divine thoughts or voices, the eyes cannot fall into it, and if outsiders want to invade, they must completely destroy the forbidden party.

"Xue Daoyou, what kind of person do you think Cheng Liu will be?" Xian Zuimeng asked instead of answering.

Xue Zhen, who listened to the words, smiled lightly, looking at Xian Drunken Meng's slightly condensed expression at the moment, Xue Zhen said like this:

Xue is not talented, and it is the first time to meet his seniors, so this speculation is really impossible to say. ”

Xian Zuimeng unconsciously put his slightly low eyes back on Xue Zhen for this reason, smiled at Xue Zhen with deep meaning, and said:

"Xue Daoyou, in fact, you can also say it before, Xian is a certain scruple for him, just a scruple!"

Hearing this, Xue Zhen obviously didn't hear anything from it, but Xian Zuimeng didn't seem to want to continue to talk about it, so he put the matter down for the time being, but Xian Zuimeng asked Xue Zhen later, and Xian Zuimeng asked:

"Xue Daoyou, Fang Cai's spirit wine, do you know who refined it and for whom?"

Obviously, this is something that is knowingly asked, how can Xue Zhen guess it, but Xue Zhen can guess something from it, and soon after the drunken dream, he spit out a sighing voice, and said like this:

"Xue Daoyou! This spirit wine was personally refined by a senior of the Immortal Monarch, this senior was named Jiao Honggeng, and the object of refining the spirit wine was Cheng Liu!

Hearing this, Xue Zhen couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart, and without thinking about urging the magic trick in his hand, before it was stimulated, Xian Zuimeng pressed Xue Zhen's actions with a wry smile, Xue Zhen looked at Xian Zuimeng, looking puzzled, but Xian Zuimeng squeezed out a faint wry smile, and said:

"Xue Daoyou, there is no need to be like this, since this wine is given to you, Xian will naturally not put you in danger, it is just a bottle of spirit wine, it is nothing, and Jiao Honggeng's predecessor has disappeared many years ago, only know that he has not passed away, and nothing else is known!"

Hearing this, Xue Zhen understood, understood the whole ins and outs, such a Golden Immortal City Lord Xian Drunken Dream still tactfully replied to his incomprehension, but Xue Zhen had a question in his heart, such a senior Jin Xian Xian Drunken Dream, just met for the first time, he could do such a heart-to-heart, Xue Zhen flashed a question in his heart, but Xue Zhen would not ask like a humiliating question.

At this time, the white-shirted monk Xian Zuimeng stood up without warning, Xue Zhen followed his white figure back and forth, but Xian Zuimeng seemed to be talking to himself, as if he wanted to tell, sighed and said:

"Cheng Liu's withdrawn personality is pitiful for a good seedling who cultivates Xuan Immortal!"

When Xue Zhen heard this, his brows sank slightly, but he didn't answer, and Xian Zuimeng paced back and forth for a while before he fell back into his original seat, and Xue Zhen looked at each other intentionally or unintentionally, exchanged glances with each other, Xian Zuimeng A faint smile floated by, and the two immediately fell into a relative silence.

In the small garden, there are gusts of wind blowing from time to time, the wind is not loud, and it can also make the leaves "rustle", and the sound of several small waterfalls washing the ground is suppressed very low, but in Xue Zhen's ears, it is unusually clear, and other insects crawl out of the ground and drill in, and the rain falls from time to time, which can also be transmitted to Xue Zhen's ears.

"Xian senior! Xue has a question that he wants to ask his seniors a question or two!" Xue Zhen said first to break the short silence.

"Say it!" Xian Zuimeng said in a slightly deep tone.

"Unknown seniors, have you heard of such birds as flamingos?"

Xue Zhen asked, but the Golden Immortal Xian Drunken Dream quickly shook his head and asked a rhetorical question.

"This is what you used to refine spirit wine?"

However, while Xue Zhen immediately denied it, he also described the specific appearance of this flaming partridge, painting and coloring, Xian Drunk Dream still has no corresponding impression, Xue Zhen did not have any loss on his face, the two were a little quiet, and Xian Drunk Dream seemed to remember something, so he asked:

"Xue Daoyou, after you drank half a glass of spiritual wine, Xian looked at your physical body and found that you seemed to have cultivated a spiritual domain!"

Hearing this, Xue Zhen didn't hear anything wrong, in his opinion, as long as he survived the True Immortal Tribulation and cultivated to the Immortal Level, he could condense on his own, as for when it was condensed and what the effect of the condensation was, it depended on the monk's qualifications and understanding, as well as the time and effort spent.

"Xian senior, what do you mean by this?" Xue Zhen asked rhetorically.

"Xue Daoyou, haven't you been exposed to the introduction of some classics, if you cultivate the spiritual domain with the body of a human immortal, especially a low-level human immortal, it is indeed possible to condense the spiritual domain, but if the qualifications are not enough, it is very easy to cause an example of the spiritual domain backlashing the flesh, as far as Xian knows, there are thousands of examples of such a mutilated body in the spiritual realm, which will damage the physical body at least and destroy the physical body at the worst, and some special cases will be scattered because of this. ”

Hearing this, Xue Zhen was a little crying and laughing, but he still tried his best to keep the expression on his face unchanged, but he remembered that he had read a record in the Dian Zhai, and as Xian Zuimeng said, Xue Zhen just smiled at the time, but this turned out to be an iron-clad fact, and Xue Zhen was really speechless in his heart.

There have been examples of this kind of spiritual realm hurting his own body in the past, but it is almost a special case, and there will not be one or two of them in ten thousand years, just like the earth and river forbidden array that he condensed at the beginning, and he also injured himself by mistake, but if it is said that it is an overall injury, Xue Zhen feels a little unbelievable.

"For this reason, the Immortal Gate requires the disciples under the sect not to cultivate the Spirit Domain when they are at the low level of human immortals, and when they reach the high level, they can selectively cultivate the Spirit Domain, as far as Xian knows, other Immortal Sects also have such a rule, Xue Daoyou, you don't feel a little reckless in this move!" Xian Zuimeng quickly added.

Hearing this, it was obviously impossible for Xue Zhen to convince this golden immortal with his identity, at this moment, Xue Zhen could only smile indifferently, and said to the fresh drunken dream opposite:

Thank you for your concern, Xue must be more careful!"

"It's safe for you not to use the Spirit Domain in the future!" Xian Zuimeng continued.