Feeling the movement of the figure, Fang Ming immediately came to the window with a shake of his body, his eyes quickly looked out, only to see that at this moment, a person in a gray power suit was stepping on a flying sword with both feet and rushing away.

Pavilions, flower trees, willows. This person's speed was quite agile, and he flew zigzag all the way, but in the blink of an eye, his figure finally disappeared in the dense courtyard scene, and thus disappeared.

"Imperial Sword Sect!" Looking at the iconic flying artifact of the person who flew away, Fang Ming immediately recognized this person's sect.

Now the disciples who come to the eighth layer of the Immortal Mansion are all disciples below the Condensation Realm, or the Martial Dao Open Body Realm, or the Immortal Dao Foundation Realm, but no matter which disciple they are, it is impossible for them to have the power to fly. Of course, the words of flying Lingbao should be another matter.

And the Imperial Sword Sect is good at the art of imperial sword, and the sword they use for flight is actually a tiny flying spirit treasure.

After watching the disciple of the Imperial Sword Sect disappear, Fang Ming didn't look too much at the disappearance of the person from the Imperial Sword Sect, and looked back at the fourth floor of the pavilion, there were lattice bookshelves in front of the three walls within these four floors, and on the shelves, there were some thin-skin books that had been yellowed. In front of the only wall on the fourth floor where there are no bookshelves, there is a wooden couch two feet high from the ground, and the wooden couch is covered with bedding, but at this moment, the futon on the wooden couch has been turned over and messy, and there are obvious footprints.

Come to think of it, the traces on this wooden couch were left by the person from the Imperial Sword Sect before Fang Ming.

After looking around, after making sure that there would be no second person hidden within the fourth floor of this pavilion, Fang Ming's vigilance in his heart lowered slightly.

Came to a bookshelf. Fang Ming casually took down a thin book from the bookshelf and flipped a page at random. Then Fang Ming's gaze swept the words on it.

"Whoever understands lovesickness, who looks forward to the return of his beloved.

Who holds rouge tears, who paints willow moon eyebrows,

Who is resentful in the song, who thinks about the reincarnation of red sleeves,

Half a lifetime of floating drunk, flower shadows overlap cups......

The years pass, and the memories are parting;

Only the passing of Lixiang sideburns, a beautiful biography......

Whoever loses ......"

This passage is the words of the book. Look at this passage. Fang Ming seemed to suddenly think of the unfinished picture scroll of the woman on the second floor of the pavilion.

Closing the book, without thinking much about things that had nothing to do with him, Fang Ming put the book back on the shelf.

After looking around the fourth floor of the pavilion again, Fang Ming's last gaze fell on the top of a bookshelf, at this moment, on the bookshelf, a long purple wood box was opening the lid widely, and a faint transparent energy blurred the space around the box like water vapor.

The peculiarity of this purple wood box. Quite eye-catching. After coming to this bookshelf, after hesitating slightly, after feeling that this purple wood box was not harmful, Fang Ming raised his hand and took down this purple wood box.

Inside the purple wood box. It's empty at the moment,

And the purple wood box itself has been volatilizing with a vague vapor.

Fang Ming glanced at the lid of the purple wood box. The lid of the box is deeply engraved with six gilt characters "Wu, floating gold palm".

"Is this a martial art?" after seeing the words on the lid. Fang Ming was immediately stunned, but then he was surprised.

But obviously. Whether it is a martial art or not, the items in this purple wood box have already been taken away.

Although Fang Ming was not the last to come to the eighth layer of the Immortal Mansion, Fang Ming was definitely not the first person to come to the eighth floor of the Immortal Mansion. This four-story pavilion was so close to the exit of the Purple Cloud Passage, and it was only natural that the items in this pavilion would be taken by the first comer.

However, after seeing this box of martial arts with his own eyes, Fang Ming also understood with certainty in his heart that there were martial arts resources in the eighth layer of this Immortal Mansion.

Fang Ming was brought out from the Tianyun Sect so far away by Fan Xinji and the others, in order to collect resources that were useful to the sect on the eighth layer of the Immortal Mansion. On the way here, from Yue Chang's mouth, Fang Ming knew that there were such rich items as spirit grass, spirit treasures, and pills in the Immortal Mansion. But things like martial arts and exercises, Fang Ming didn't hear Yue Changyou say.

Although the purple wood box in his hand looked special, Fang Ming didn't mean to put an empty box into a storage handbag. After putting the empty box back on the bookshelf, Fang Ming really had a goal at this moment.

In the following time, Fang Ming did not rush to look out at the courtyard environment from the window on the fourth floor of the pavilion, but Fang Ming first checked all the books on the bookshelves on the fourth floor of the pavilion.

However, after looking at the three bookshelves, Fang Ming regretfully found that those thin books of the same style were some poetry and song books.

After the fourth floor had no gain, Fang Ming returned to the third floor of the pavilion, then the second floor of the pavilion, and finally the first floor of the pavilion.

After turning the attic up and down, inside and out, Fang Ming finally returned to the fourth floor with nothing.

"There are still traces of things being taken away in some places, and the people who want to come first have already searched the place. It's still a little late. Fang Ming stood by the window a little helplessly at the moment, and then he looked out through the window on the fourth floor.

The height of this pavilion is still very high, at least in this courtyard, there are few buildings of the same height as it. Looking around, this courtyard is obviously very large. However, no matter how big the courtyard is, there is an end. When Fang Ming's gaze followed the courtyard building all the way to the edge of the courtyard wall, Fang Ming's brows furrowed slightly.

Beyond the courtyard, there is an endless blue sky. And in this sky, Fang Ming could also see many small islands scattered and floating in the air from far and near.

The islands in the sky are lush and magnificent, and then on different islands, different styles of buildings are also different.

The small islands are in the sky in the space of the eighth layer of this Immortal Mansion. The eighth floor of this Immortal Mansion obviously has no ground. At least from Fang Ming's current position, Fang Ming couldn't see the ground.

Look at the other islands and take care of where you are.

Although it was impossible for Fang Ming to see the full picture of the courtyard he was in now, it was not difficult to know that the courtyard where Fang Ming was now should obviously be on a sky island.

"Curious about the space world. After making sure that it wasn't his own eyes that saw the flowers, Fang Ming nodded secretly at this moment.

And in his eyes, Fang Ming could also see two flying spirit treasures flying staggered across the sky at the end of his line of sight. Thinking about it, it should be the traces of the actions of the disciples of other sects. (To be continued......)