"Disciple understands, thank you for your teachings. After you go back, you will definitely step up your cultivation and not let your ancestors down and the sects down." Huo Dongjie looked at Yan Chenzhou with great contempt, and a trace of fighting spirit appeared on his face.

Yan Chenzhou stopped talking. His eyes looked at the endless blessed land of Longhu Mountain, and couldn't help but say, "Tiger julongpan is really a good place. Unfortunately, the space is broken and there are many crises. Otherwise, it would be a good place for us to set up the mountain gate in Hantianmen."

Huo Dongjie was still kneeling on the ground at this time. When Yan Chenzhou finished speaking, he said: "Old ancestor, Fang Ling..."

"It shouldn't be dead!" Yan Chenzhou said lightly: "I have to say that this young man is better than you!"

Huo Dongjie pondered for a moment and said in a deep voice: "It's good that he's alive. One day, the disciple will use his head as a sacrifice to his disciple's Daoxin!"

Yan Chenzhou didn't say anything, his eyes looked into the distance, and after a while, he said faintly: "You should be able to do it."

Huo Dongjie couldn't react to this sentence for a moment. He didn't understand why this ancestor had such great confidence in him. But no matter what, getting the ancestor's affirmation was the best thing.

Yan Chenzhou took Huo Dongjie and walked out of the blessed land of Longhu Mountain with the force that had broken through the void. However, Yan Chenzhou, who had no idea, had just taken Huo Dongjie away for an hour after he took Huo Dongjie away, the drops of blood transformed into Fang Ling's blood shadow slowly gathered together.

Blood Shadow held the Blood-Burning Divine Sword in his hand, his eyes were too long and dull. When he walked through a crack in the space, he was directly cut into two sections by the crack in the space. However, the thing that seemed to be a gathering of two blood pools gathered together again and became a blood Shadow.

A bloody shadow that resembles Fang Ling.

As Huo Dongjie appeared in the territory of Nanchu again, the news of the deaths of Lan Pingzi and the other three began to spread throughout Nanchu. After all, they were all the ancestors of the Nascent Soul, and their deaths were of great importance to the rise and fall of the strength of the entire Nanchu.

For a time, the storm of the Southern Chu changed, but there were the Hantian Gate and the Yan Shenzhou. These changes were all under the control of the Hantian Gate.

Compared with this change, a topic began a process from thick to light. Fang Ling, the amazing figure who killed three Nascent Soul Ancestors, had disappeared without a trace. Many people were looking for his trace, but no one in Nanchu could tell him.

For the monks of the Six Sects of Scream, they do not want this genius to die. Therefore, they all think that Fang Ling is practicing in a certain place. Once he appears again, he must be an existence at the level of the Nascent Soul Ancestor.

The righteous figures who are opposite to the Six Sects of Chishen have spread such legends. They believe that Fang Ling is dead and died at the hands of Yan Chenzhou.

The two legends, true and false, can be distinguished for a while?

The rolling tides, waves and waves are all over the sea. They can cultivate sentiment and broaden their minds. But for those fishermen living on the sea, there is no scenery in the sea because they are already too familiar with it.

Xinlong Bay, a small fishing village that is not big, is particularly lively at this time. Both adults and children gathered towards the beach in front of the village. They walked and discussed, and each of them looked happy on their faces.

"Yan Dazhu is really amazing. He was skewed by a big dragon fish that was seven or eight feet long with a harpoon. Hehe, this time, he got rich!" A middle-aged man with a frost on his face said with envy in his eyes.

His companion, a fisherman who is about the same age as him, smiled and said, "Who said it was not? But this time we can also benefit from some fish from Yan Dazhu later, so let's have some drinks."

"If you want to drink, you have to drink Yan Dazhu's wine. This kid has made a fortune this time, and it is unreasonable not to drink it!" The middle-aged man smacked his lips and said, "This time, I have to drink some fire knife, otherwise, I'm sorry for the huge dragon fish."

"Uncle Erbai, Uncle Qingluo, Uncle Yan has already started cutting meat over there. If you go late, there will be nothing good." A young man walked over from behind quickly and said loudly.

The middle-aged man who was originally talking also stepped up his pace when he heard this. Although the big dragon fish had tens of thousands of kilograms of meat, most of them were sold to fishmongers who came to sell fish. What they could get was some bad parts.

Of course, no one dislikes anything that doesn't cost money.

A huge arowana, seven or eight feet long, was lying motionless on the beach. Many people pointed and laughed loudly around the arowana. One of the middle-aged men, who was six feet tall, was surrounded by a group of people. A cheerful laughter kept coming from their mouths.

Next to the man was a young woman. The woman's equally tall figure still looked delicate and charming even though she was wrapped in coarse cloth. Her red face was filled with a hint of joy.

At this time, she was busy making some preparations, but the eyes of many young fishermen were following her movements. Some people's words were filled with admiration for this woman.

"Brother Yan, you can sell a thousand gold with just fish. Hahaha, you can buy a big boat to fish in the future!" Uncle Erbai quickly came to Yan Dazhu's side and said with a smile.

Yan Dazhu smiled silly and said, "This time it's also a lucky one. When I met this big dragon fish, I thought I was dead this time, but I didn't expect that something seemed to have happened to the big dragon fish. Only 10% of the strength was left. That's it. I also took a lot of effort to get it over."

Although Uncle Qingluo's eyes were full of envy, he also said silly: "This is your brother's luck, please be blessed by the Dragon King of the Sea. It's not too late, so everyone will come here together and help Brother Yan cut the fish."

Dividing fish meat is naturally not a problem for the fishermen. At that time, more than a dozen strong guys rushed towards the big dragon fish with sharp knives. Several men dressed in gorgeous clothes than fishermen stood aside with a smile, looking at all this with a smile on their faces.

They are the shopkeeper who came to collect the big dragon fish meat. They have negotiated the price with Yan Dazhu, just wait to collect the money.

After half an afternoon of busyness, the huge dragon fish was cut. The entire beach was already full of blood. However, at this time, the fishermen who divided the fish meat seemed even more excited. Their eyes were staring at the huge leather bag-like thing that was half a meter tall.

This is where the big dragon fish digests food. Because the big dragon fish is an omnivorous food, there has been a legend in the fishing village that golden pearls are cut out from this stomach.

"I heard from the older generation that Li Laocai, the biggest rich man in our town, caught a big dragon fish, cut out such a big night pearl from it and presented it to the immortal, so he got money." Uncle Erbai looked at the huge leather bag-shaped thing and smacked his lips and said, "Tsk tsk, if there is really a night pearl, the big pillar will make a fortune!"

The others also sighed, their eyes staring at the leather bag-like thing. As the owner of this dragon fish, Yan Dazhu was very nervous, and his nervousness was even more eagerly anticipated.

After hesitating for a moment, Yan Dazhu, who finally bit his teeth, quickly walked towards the leather bag, and gently made a long hole in the flesh-colored leather bag with the knife in his hand.

Drops of blood flowed out of the leather bag. At this time, almost everyone on the beach had their eyes wide open, hoping to be the first to see the treasure.

Yan Dazhu was undoubtedly the most nervous at this time. After all, the income from this stomach sac is related to their family's future life. If there are pearls, crystals and other things in it, he might not have to go out to sea in his life and could also prepare a dowry for his beloved daughter.

Although his face was tense at this time, he had prayed to all the gods in his heart. He prayed that they could bring good luck to themselves. Not to mention more, he could make a small night pearl.

After hesitating for a moment, Yan Dazhu shook his stomach sac vigorously. According to the experience passed down from his old age, the things inside would be shaken out with this tremor.

It was a little heavy, which made Yan Dazhu feel a little happy, but as the thing landed, Yan Dazhu's expression suddenly stiffened there. There was nothing he imagined, only a corpse rolling out of his stomach sac.

"How is this possible? How is this possible?" Generally speaking, if you eat everything like a dragon fish, you will always have to eat something like a big turtle and sea clams. At least you should still have ordinary pearls.

But there was only one corpse inside this one. Yan Dazhu looked down at the corpse and saw that it was a pretty young man, wearing a robe that could not be recognized by the color. It seemed that he had been dead for a long time.

"What's going on? Why is there only one corpse?" Uncle Erbai quickly ran to the stomach sac and stretched it open, and saw that it was empty inside. Not to mention gems or other things, there was not even a fish bone at all.

How is this possible?

Several noble men in gorgeous clothes were no longer interested at this time. They gave a few instructions to the person who looked like their servants, then boarded the carriage waiting below and galloped towards the distance.

"Dad, although we didn't get the treasure, the meat and bones of this dragon fish can be worth thousands of taels of gold, which is enough for us to change to a big ship. You should be happy." Yan Dazhu's daughter quickly came to his father and persuaded softly.

Other fishermen with good relationships with Yan Dazhu also advised: "Yes, this time, you didn't put in any effort, so you made such a big dragon fish. Hehe, but it's comparable to the harvest of three years!"

"If I got such a big dragon fish, I might be laughing like something!"

A series of kind persuasion finally made Yan Dazhu's brows stretch a little. He laughed and said, "Everyone is right. Having this dragon fish has been my blessing for many years. Let's not say anything else. Wait a minute, everyone will come to me to drink." (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!
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