The three disciples of the Qi Refining Stage stood respectfully and looked at Fang Ling from time to time with respect. For them, the Jindan Zhenren is really a top-notch existence. Although they are deacon disciples, they will only happen once every six months or ten months when they met a Jindan Zhenren Zhenren Zhenren.

I was determined to say a few words to this newly promoted Zhenren Fang, but I was afraid that I would be careless and offended the Zhenren Fang. You should know that in the eyes of a group of monks, Zhenren Jindan is a person who speaks the Dharma. If I have any dissatisfaction with anyone, just one sentence is enough to knock them from heaven to hell.

How could Fang Ling not see what they were thinking? Although his seclusion over the years has made him more and more calm, he still has a lot of temperament when he was a tour guide. He wanted to go over and say a few words in person, but when those disciples touched their eyes, they quickly lowered their heads and suppressed this thought.

Fortunately, he was still carrying Xiaotong. After a moment of contemplation, Fang Ling gently patted Xiaotong on the shoulder. Xiaotong was loved by Zhao Chunli since childhood. It was not for no reason. When Fang Ling glanced at the three monks with a glance, she walked towards the three of them with a smile.

"Three senior brothers, little sister Cheng Xiaotong, don't know what the three senior brothers are called?"

As soon as Xiaotong spoke, the eyes of these three deacon disciples lit up. The person Jindan Zhenren brought when he came to the sect to worship must be the ones that Jindan Zhenren loved. What's more, Xiaotong is sweet and lovely, which can easily make people feel good. These three disciples suddenly developed the desire to make friends.

The tall disciple who was standing in front smiled and said, "Hello, Junior Sister Cheng, I'm in the room. These two are my junior brothers, Meng Mingguo and Xu Shenglong. All three of us are disciples of Feizhu Hall in the outer three halls."

"It turns out that the three senior brothers are all disciples of Feizhu Hall, which really makes my younger sister envious. In the past, I heard that in our Qianzhu Sect, only the most elite Qi Refining Disciple can enter Feizhu Hall!" Xiaotong showed a hint of surprise on her face, and she said with even more envious words.

Although Fang Dean and the other three knew very well that in the Qianzhu Sect, the best place for disciples below the Foundation Establishment Stage is the Nei Si Hall. But Xiaotong's words still benefited them very much. After all, who can stop such a beautiful girl's envious and respectful look?

"We just barely survived. How can we compare with Junior Sister Cheng? You have Zhenren Fang as your backer. Not to mention Feizhu Hall, where do you want to go to the inner four halls? Isn't it just a matter of Fang Zhenren's words?" After a few conversations, Fang De'an said intimately: "But I suggest that Junior Sister should stay with Fang Zhenren and have the care of Fang Zhenren. Junior Sister, you want to achieve foundation building, but it is much easier."

Xiaotong nodded vigorously. Fang Dean happened to be talking about her thoughts. The four of them were whispering there, but Fang Ling also heard a lot of useful things.

"By the way, junior sister, after Fang Zhenren has worshipped the ancestor, there will definitely be many female uncles asking you to recommend Fang Zhenren. In this regard, you must grasp it well. Don't let those who want to take advantage of the loopholes." Just as Fang Ling was about to take back his spiritual sense from the conversation between several people, Fang Dean suddenly lowered his voice.

The female uncle in Fang De'an's words should be the female monk who builds the foundation. What do they want to see themselves?

Xiaotong's face turned right: "Senior Brother Wuhuo, please remind me that Xiaotong knows what to do. My real person is the most clean in his life. How could he be taken advantage of by those charming men?"

Hearing this, Fang Ling suddenly realized and smiled unconsciously. He thought to himself that the changes in the past ten years of vicissitudes of life, the little girl could even say something like a charming boy. Alas, it was really unexpected.

Fang Ling, who ignored the words of several people, turned his eyes to look at the scenery of Luoying Mountain, but began to think about how to ask for the purple flame thunder-striking stone. Although Yuwen Chenggang said it very well, the purple flame thunder-striking stone was too important to Fang Ling, and Fang Ling did not want to have an accident in this matter.

"Well, why isn't anyone here yet?" Fang Ling, who was in deep thought, heard Xiaotong's words with a hint of complaint.

Fang Ling looked up at the sky and saw that the huge sun had begun to set. In his contemplation, more than an hour had passed without realizing it. Even if he was preparing to meet his own affairs, he shouldn't have been delayed for so long. For a moment, a strange thing rose in Fang Ling's heart.

Fang Dean and the other three waited for a while, they were a little inconvenient. Although they were just ordinary deacon disciples, they also sensed the strangeness of this matter. Just as Fang Ling was about to ask Fang Dean and others in person, a red light rushed from afar.

The light came very quickly. In the blink of an eye, it came to Fang Ling. The person who came was a man in his thirties. The moment he came to Fang Ling and others, he respectfully saluted: "Disciple Peng Zhenfeng, pay homage to Fang Zhenren."

Peng Zhenfeng has a high level of foundation building cultivation. His red face and a little red eyes give people the feeling that this person is a ball of fire. When Fang Ling bowed this time, he had already confirmed that this person should have practiced the fire-type martial arts.

Nodding gently, Fang Ling did not speak immediately. According to Yuwen Chenggang, it should be Li Taifeng, the head of Qianzhu Sect, with thousands of disciples, who brought him, the Jindan Zhenren, to the Wanzhu Peak of Luoying Mountain with thousands of disciples, with great momentum, instead of only one disciple in the Foundation Establishment Stage. Peng Zhenfeng saw that Fang Ling did not speak, and a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes. But in an instant, he turned the hesitation into a smile and said, "Minister Fang, the head of the sect will order you to welcome you into the mountain."

"Didn't it mean that the first time Jindan Zhenren entered the mountain, the head of the sect brought thousands of disciples to welcome him?" Before Fang Ling could speak, Xiaotong could no longer help it.

Peng Zhenfeng looked at Xiaotong with a feeling of anger and frowned. If an ordinary Qi Refining Disciple asked him this way, he could drive away the people in the future with just a wave of his hand. But this young Qi Refining Disciple obviously came with this Zhenren Fang. He was either his relatives or his people around him. He had to look at his master when he beat a dog, let alone such a young woman with extraordinary relationships? Although Peng Zhenfeng is also considered the number one person in the sect, how could he offend the Jindan Zhenren? Once he entered the Jindan, it would be a difference between heaven and earth. Peng Zhenfeng flashed his thoughts and finally said with a smile: "The disciple has just received the orders of the head of the sect to welcome the guests. As for other matters, he doesn't know anything."

I didn't know that it was a good excuse for Peng Zhenfeng. Xiaotong curled her lips and was about to speak, Fang Ling had already waved her hand and said, "Since you came on order, I won't make things difficult for you. Let's go, let's meet the leader Li."

Peng Zhenfeng breathed a sigh of relief. If there was a slight quarrel, it would be either human inside or outside. Peng Zhenfeng. Although his status in the sect may not be able to do anything to him, it will also bring him a lot of blows.

"Please, Uncle Fang!" He bowed respectfully to Fang Ling. Peng Zhenfeng pinched his magic tricks, and a fist-sized speed flew out of his storage bag. The speed instantly became one foot in size, and the decoration inside was magnificent. The curtains made of various beads made the speed have a dazzling feeling. Fang Ling glanced at the speed and stepped in. When Fang Ling and Xiaotong sat down, Peng Zhenfeng quickly pinched his fingers, and the speed slowly rose into the air and drove towards Luoying Mountain.

The speed of the car was not too fast, but it was extremely stable. Sitting up and down the car to see the scenery of Luoying Mountain, the whole mountain was like a scroll. Peng Zhenfeng stood respectfully on the car, but said nothing.

About a quarter of an hour later, a mountain that was hundreds of feet high appeared near Fang Ling. The moment the car approached the mountain, Fang Ling suddenly felt that his small Qiankun bag had trembled, and some magic weapons had a trembling feeling. The short knife that Xiaotong wore was flying out completely uncontrollably.

"Don't be surprised, this is the function of a magnetic pole bamboo planted in Benshan. This magnetic pole bamboo is specially used to absorb hardware. As long as the uncle tied up the magic weapon, this absorption power will disappear." Peng Zhenfeng waved his hand to recall Xiaotong's flying knife, and said respectfully to Fang Ling.

This is the first time Fang Ling heard about the magnetic pole bamboo. However, this thing can absorb magic weapons, which is really eye-opening. You should know that both magic weapons and magic weapons are basically contained in hardware essence, and this hardware essence is obviously restrained by the suction force of magnetic pole bamboo. Once this magnetic pole bamboo is used to make magic weapons, it will be a sharp weapon to deal with the opponent's magic weapon, which can be said to be a killer move. Just as Fang Ling was thinking about whether he had made some magnetic pole bamboo, Peng Zhenfeng seemed to have seen through his thoughts and took the initiative to raise the performance of the magnetic pole bamboo. He said with regret: "Although this magnetic pole bamboo is not very hard, it is extremely difficult to refine into other magic weapons. Moreover, once this magnetic pole bamboo is cut down, the magnetic force will be greatly reduced and it is difficult to play a big role in the opponent."

"In the past thousand years, although many elders have given up on this magnetic pole bamboo, they all eventually gave up. This magnetic pole bamboo has become a useless existence in our Qianzhu Sect. Fortunately, its role of absorbing the essence of hardware has a significant effect on the defense of this sect, so the elders let the magnetic pole bamboo grow on this Wanzhu Peak."

Fang Ling nodded, but a trace of spiritual light appeared in his thoughts. This magnetic pole bamboo is difficult to carry and inject into magic weapons. This is also a difficult problem for the monks. However, he has the Lashan Secret Realm Map. If he planted all the magnetic pole bamboos in the Secret Realm Map, wouldn’t it be another killer weapon?

"Uncle Fang, we are here!" As soon as Peng Zhenfeng said, the speed truck began to slowly descend. (To be continued...)
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