The sky is already covered, the wind is cold and violent, and the quiet hills have no breath except the occasional howling of wild beasts.

Fang Ling was floating in the void, staring at the peak that he had been in seclusion for many days. After pondering for a moment, he pinched the magic trick in his hand, and the neon sword flew out from behind him, turning into a ten-foot-long sword light, falling towards the peak with a bang.

In an instant, the mountain peak that had been standing in this world for unknown years was cut into two sections, and the neon sword that had turned into three feet long again made a sound, as if cheering for his re-acting effect. Fang Ling grabbed the neon sword, and pinched the magic tricks in his hand quickly again, and three thunderous swords flew out of his hand. The three sword lights originally carried, which were as thick as a child's arms, suddenly increased ten times, and turned into three purple thunder pillars that were one foot thick, and fell heavily on the broken mountain peak. Thunder roared, the sky collapsed and the earth cracked, and the small mountain peaks that were more than thirty feet high were instantly smashed into seven or eight feet high, and the originally green rocks also turned into scorched black.

Letting the three thunderous swords hover over his head, Fang Ling had no intention of taking them back. He stared at the already dissatisfied mountain peak and fell into deep thought. At this time, he had become a real person of Jindan, and could freely control the magic weapon. The power of the neon sword to cut the hillside into two sections with one blow was also very strong.

But what made Fang Ling hesitate was that although the Thunder Sword was just a magic weapon, it was not worse than the Neon Sword in terms of power, but in terms of power, it was a little stronger than the Neon Sword. This made Fang Ling feel that he could not have both fish and bear's paws.

If the Pili Lingkong Sword was a magic weapon, Fang Ling would not have to hesitate at all, but it was just a magic weapon. It was also a magic weapon that had been established. Even if Fang Ling wanted to re-train it into a magic weapon, it would be difficult to do it. After thinking for a while, Fang Ling still made up his mind to train a magic weapon flying sword that suits him in any case, in order to maximize the power of his Nine Heavens Thunder Destroyment.

He looked at Xiaoshan with great nostalgia again, and Fang Lingteng flew towards Luoou Mountain. After the Yi sisters left, Fang Ling was reclining in the cave of Xiaoshan for another month, one to consolidate his realm; the other to retrain the magic weapon in his hand.

The ones that Fang Ling can call magic weapons are the neon sword, which are the jade ruler and the blue jade tent snatched from Lan Yang Yushi. Although the jade ruler is much stronger than the neon sword, Fang Ling doesn't like this jade ruler very much, but Fang Ling likes the blue jade tent very much. Not only does he have good defense, he can also turn into a net pocket to grab people. It is a rare combination of offense and defense.

From Wuming Mountain to Luoou Mountain, a distance of thousands of miles. Fang Ling, who activated the sword light, only half of the time before came to Luoou Mountain. Luoou Mountain was a place to stop for him, but he had been here for ten years and had a certain feeling for Luoou Mountain. Fang Ling was about to stay in Luoou Mountain for a while and then went to the Qianzhu Sect's main hall. After confirming that he would refine a thunder-type flying sword, Fang Ling felt more and more troubled. Although he had a lot of materials in his hand, he was still far from refining the magic weapon flying sword.

As a major sect of the Southern Chu State, the Qianzhu Sect should have a lot of treasures. And there should be a lot of rewards for such a new Jindan real person. Although it was a little risky, Fang Ling decided to go there. What's more, in addition to the flying sword, he also had an important idea, which was to get a more advanced treasure map. Although the secret realm map is of infinite use, it is only useful for monks below the foundation building. He is now a Jindan realm person, and this Lashan secret realm map has little effect to him. The battle with Wang Hetong made him feel a sense of crisis.

Although his Nine Heavens Thunder True Skills and the White Tiger Seven Kills Map are both powerful, who do not have the secret technique of defending one or two hands? If you want to suppress your opponent in terms of strength, a more advanced treasure map is essential.

Fang Ling thought of the blessed land in Kunyu Mountain, but now he has become a real person in Jindan, but he is not ready to risk his return to Lu. In this Nanchu Kingdom, if he wants to investigate the whereabouts of the blessed land, he needs the help of a large force. Qianzhu Sect is undoubtedly a good choice.

When he was practicing the mountain, he fell down and looked towards the direction of the mountain village. He saw that the whole mountain village was decorated with lights and seemed to be doing some big happy events. Although he didn't care much about the affairs in the mountain village, he also knew that there seemed to be no happy events to happen in the recent period. After pondering for a moment, Fang Ling's spiritual consciousness enveloped the big village in Luoou Mountain.

Since Fang Ling became the master of Luoou Mountain, no one has sat on the big tiger-skin chair in the middle. Although Wang Wu is also the leader of the Dazhai Village, he is very self-aware and always speaks while standing.

But now, not only was there someone sitting on the tiger-skin chair swaying, but the man also raised his feet to a nanmu table that Fang Ling liked quite a bit. This man was not too old, and although he was not handsome, his facial features were reasonable. He held the wine glass and laughed, "Brother Tianwang, I didn't expect you to come to attend my concubine ceremony in a hurry. It's really honoring me!"

While speaking, he drank the wine from his glass into his stomach. A middle-aged scholar standing beside him quickly picked up the wine pot and filled it with it again.

The king of hair was sitting on the seat below, and a smile appeared on his face and said, "Brother Mi, I have something to come here to discuss with Brother Dao. This Luoou Mountain is the place where Brother Fang practices. We are all the same students. I'm afraid it's a bit inappropriate for you to occupy his foundation like this?"

"What's more, that mother and daughter are the concubines of Brother Fang, and daughter are also the disciples of Junior Sister Zhao Chunli. If you forcefully accept it, how can you meet in the future? Between you, it's better to let the mother and daughter go and leave a little face to meet!"

The man called Brother Mi snorted coldly and said, "Ma Jingyun, who are you? How dare you care about my little business? If someone calls you a king with hair, do you think you are really amazing? I also told you that this mother and daughter have settled today. Not to mention that Fang and Chen Yupeng have been buried in the fire cave. Even if they survived by chance, how can I do it? Do he dare not agree? He doesn't even dare to give up a big fuck!"

Speaking of this, his eyes fell on Chu Fangtian, who was standing next to the king of hair, and he sneered: "I said why don't you see you? It turns out that I'm going to help the soldiers. Humph, just you want to escape from my palms? Today I will make you unable to survive and die!"

As he spoke, the young man flicked his fingers and a small snake half a foot long flew straight towards Chu Fangtian. Although the little snake was short, the red scales on its body were like flames, and it flew like lightning. Before Chu Fangtian could see the little snake clearly, the little snake had already flew near him. Although Chu Fangtian was a master in the eyes of the Luoou Mountain Village people, he had no way to deal with the poisonous snake that was refined with secret techniques.

With just a sound, the snake was about to penetrate Chu Fangtian's stomach. Once the poisonous snake was let into the stomach, Chu Fangtian would be dead. As the face of the king of haired king Ma Jingyun changed, he waved his hand and grabbed the red little snake. As an old mid-stage foundation-building cultivator, Ma Jingyun's methods were definitely not comparable to ordinary people. Just as the poisonous snake was approaching Chu Fangtian's skin, it was just seven inches of the palm of the king of haired king. The poisonous snake twisted its body tightly to break free from Ma Jingyun's shackles, but it couldn't break free!

"Hahaha, Ma Jingyun, you dare to attack my red-lined snake. You are really looking for death." As the man surnamed Mi laughed, he had already added a long black banner in his hand. He saw him shake it hard, and rolling black smoke rushed out of the banner. In the black smoke, more than a dozen poisonous snakes more than ten feet long appeared and appeared.

When the King of Hairless saw the rolling black smoke, he couldn't help but scream: "Six Poison Soul Chasing Banner! How could you have the Six Poison Soul Chasing Banner?" As he spoke, the King of Hairless patted his small Qiankun bag, and the Five Ghosts Immortal Killing Sword turned into a white light, covering his body. However, the moment the white light and the black fog collided, dozens of poisonous snakes of different lengths, and the mouths that were looming in the black smoke opened, swallowing pieces of white mist into their mouths. In just half a quarter of an hour, a crack appeared on the King of Hairless Killing Sword.

"Ma Jingyun, for the sake of you being the foundation-building disciple of my Qianzhu Sect, I will spare your life today. However, you can be punished by death, and you cannot escape the life. You can enjoy it under these Six Poison Soul Chasing Banners!" As the man surnamed Mi said, his eyes fell on Chu Fangtian's face and said, "If you want to ruin my good deeds, I will let you taste the power of the Five Ghosts' Soul Sneak."

"You...you, Lord Fang Ling will not spare you when you come back!" Chu Fangtian looked at the rolling black smoke beside him, his face was a little pale, but he still said to the man surnamed Mi in a deep voice.

The man surnamed Mi smiled proudly and said, "What a foolish thing. Not to mention Fang Ling is not here, even if he is still alive, who I want to marry, he can only show me whom he wants to marry. Humph, maybe I will see that he has cultivated such a good furnace for me over the years. When I finish enjoying it, let him taste some sweetness."

"My Immortal Master is right. Just relying on the magic methods of Mi Immortal Master, Fang Ling is not worthy of carrying shoes to him." Tu Dawei smiled and said, "Chu Fangtian, do you know what background of Mi Immortal Master is? Just rely on Fang Ling, he is worthy of paying the score with him? He really doesn't know how to live or die!" (To be continued...)
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