In the early morning of this day, the mist that shrouded the entire Fuqing Mountain had not yet dispersed, and a light suddenly broke through the fog and galloped towards Fuqing Mountain.

The light paused over the valley between the twin peaks, and the light dissipated, revealing a tall, thin monk with dark skin.

The tall and thin monk turned his hand and took out a token, and made a magic decision in front of him, a five-colored light flashed, and within a radius of more than ten zhang in front of him, the mountain protection array revealed a line of true face.

A wall of light and shadow, slightly curved, appeared in front of him, and after extending more than ten feet on both sides, it gradually dimmed until it disappeared without a trace. In the center of the wall of light, a passage was revealed.

The tall and thin monk urged the retreat and flew away along the corridor through the large array, towards a large building complex in the valley near Fufeng.

As he flew closer, the building became clearer in his eyes. Although it was not the first time he had seen this immortal mansion, a trace of admiration flashed in the tall and thin monk's eyes.

This building complex is a garden built by the mountain, the pond, rockery, garden, bamboo forest, pavilions and pavilions in the garden, all kinds of gorgeous buildings and the terrain are cleverly combined, and the pavilions and pavilions are connected by corridors, which is beautiful and quiet.

This handsome garden of the water town, coupled with the mountains and peaks in the distance, and the sea of clouds rolling in the wind between the mountains, a picturesque scenery of the fairy palace jumps out.

The tall and thin monk walked away at the gate of the garden, and the two monks who were guarding the door obviously recognized him, and after a few casual interrogations, they let him enter through the door.

This person walked through the courtyard with a familiar car, and soon came to a small building built on the edge of the lotus pond. There was a pleasant sound of silk and bamboo coming from the small building.

The tall and thin monk came to the small building and said to the two female monks at the door: "There is something important to report to the real person, and the two girls are bothered." ”

A female cultivator gave him a cold look and said, "It's rare for a real person to be interested today, what is the most important thing that must be reported now?"

The monk stepped forward and said, "We have arranged for the eyeliner in Wuling Mountain to report that someone is in Wuling Mountain Immortal City to inquire about the news of the An sisters!"

The two female monks who were guarding the door immediately changed their expressions when they heard this, and the female cultivator who had just spoken said, "You come with me!" and took him up to the attic.

The second floor of this attic is an open terrace. From the top of the terrace, you can enjoy the beautiful scenery on all sides. At this time, in the middle of the building, there are eight beautiful girls dancing with the sound of silk and bamboo.

On the side of the balcony near the peak, on a large bed and chair, a man of twenty-seven or eighteen years of age, extremely handsome, was leaning into the arms of a sweet-looking girl, enjoying the song and dance, and slapping the girl's thigh with his right hand to the rhythm of the music.

Beside him, another beautiful girl picked up a pigeon-egg-sized, fiery red spirit fruit from the table in front of the bed chair full of various spirit fruits, and carefully fed it to his mouth.

The nun took the tall and thin monk who had come to report the news to the second floor, told him to wait a while, and hurried forward to whisper to the handsome monk.

The handsome monk was a little unhappy at first, but after listening to the two sentences, his face showed surprise, and before the nun could finish speaking, he sat up with a snort and knocked the spiritual fruit in the hand of the nun beside him into the distance.

With a wave of his hand, he stopped singing and dancing, beckoned the messenger monk to him, and asked, "You said you found traces of the An sisters?"

The monk hurriedly lowered his head and replied: "I have seen Yufeng Zhenren, three days ago, someone inquired about the An sisters in the Zhangjia Restaurant in Wuling Mountain Immortal City, and Zhang Zhiqian, the shopkeeper of the restaurant, immediately reported to the shopkeeper of the store in Wuling Mountain Immortal City. When the real person of my family heard the news, he immediately sent a message to the ears and eyes of several nearby immortal markets to closely monitor him, and once this person appeared, he immediately followed him, and at the same time ordered his disciples to come and report it. ”

Yufeng Zhenren nodded and said, "Very good, you go back and tell Qi Lingzi that if I can capture the An sisters, I will not treat him badly." ”

The monk said: "Yufeng Zhenren, please rest assured, my family has never slackened off in the things you explained. ”

Yufeng Zhenren nodded, "Well, go ahead." ”

Sent away the monk who reported the news, Yufeng Zhenren had no intention of enjoying himself, waved his hand and sent away the female cultivators, dancing girls, and musicians who served, and paced back and forth on the platform alone.

Yufeng Zhenren is one of the many Jindan disciples under the Fuqing Sanren.

Most of the Jindan disciples under the Fuqing Sanren are successful cultivators, and in order to seek shelter and worship under him, they are added as registered disciples, but this Yufeng Zhenren is one of the few true disciples of Fuqing Zhenren, and he is a very favored disciple.

This Jade Wind Zhenren was looked at differently by the Fuqing Sanren, not because of his outstanding qualifications and profound cultivation, but because of his sister.

Yufeng Zhenren's sister is one of the most favored concubines of the Fuqing Sanren.

Yufeng Zhenren's own qualifications are not good, and the five-grade wind spirit root, after the Fuqing Sanren spent a lot of resources, they barely made a fake pill, and it was difficult to get in.

As one of the recognized waste materials in the immortal cultivation world, Yufeng Zhenren was already very satisfied with his ability to form a golden pill and have a longevity of nearly four hundred years. Every day, the wine and beauty are beautiful, singing and dancing, and they are not at ease.

But one day, a message from the Seven Spirits Zhenren, who was in charge of doing business outside, made his heart uneasy.

After Xiao Ziyang left, the An sisters devoted themselves to cultivation, relying on the many pills and Taoist classics left by Xiao Ziyang, and finally after twenty years, they successively cultivated to the realm of Zhuji Wangdan.

The three sisters began to try to tie the pill in "Golden Wings and Swimming in the Wind". It's not easy to tie the pill, the three of them failed twice in a row, and each time they got a big loss of vitality, after wasting a lot of elixir, finally on the third time, An Yurong luckily got a six-grade death pill.

After forming the golden pill, An Yurong could no longer live in peace, left the place of cultivation, traveled around, and inquired about Xiao Ziyang's news.

At this time, Xiao Ziyang was a million miles away, at the other end of the prairie, in the depths of the Great Snow Mountain, she naturally could not gain anything.

didn't hear the news, but her one-in-a-million beauty caused her a lot of trouble. But no matter how much trouble she has, she easily avoided it with "Shadow Escape".

Gradually, relying on this unparalleled escape method, An Yurong became famous!

After the Seven Spirits Zhenren heard about An Yurong's reputation, he thought about it, he first sent his female cultivators to deliberately approach and curry favor with An Yurong, and when he learned that An Yurong was indeed a wind cultivator, with a set of wind system exercises that he had never heard of, within a hundred years, he would form a dead pill. He immediately sent the news to Yufeng Zhenren, Master's most trusted disciple.

After getting this news, Yufeng Zhenren, who had thought that he was dead, was still living there, and immediately gathered several fellow monks to forcibly seize An Yurong's cultivation exercises.

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