Chapter 149: Meeting an old friend!
As he spoke, a spiritual light surged and instantly wrapped around the white-haired old man.
The two of them swayed and disappeared instantly.
After ten breaths.
The ancestor of the Fu family led the white-haired old man to appear in front of the teahouse at the foot of the mountain.
It hovered in the air, and its powerful spiritual consciousness slowly swept across.
"A woman in the foundation-building stage."
His consciousness swept over Man'er, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes, but soon, when his consciousness swept over Mei Ning, he couldn't help but frown.
"She has actually practiced a special method of aura concentration. If I hadn't been stronger than her in cultivation, I really wouldn't have been able to discover it!"
The ancestor of the Fu family put his hands behind his back, and a trace of confidence flashed in his eyes: "He is just a monk in the early stage of forming pills, not worth mentioning."
Then, his eyes fell on Yanli not far away.
Yanli's whole body exuded a biting chill, like a piece of ice.
"He is actually a monk in the middle stage of pill formation."
Feeling the powerful aura emanating from Yanli, the expression of the ancestor of the Fu family changed slightly, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.
"But what if we are mid-stage pill-forming monks? Our Fu family has three pill-forming monks, as well as two pill-forming monks from the Demon Flame Sect."
"Just two alchemy monks."
With this in mind, the ancestor of the Fu family shouted loudly: "But you are going to kill me, Qing'er?"
Listening to the call of the ancestor of the Fu family, Chen Qiaoqian frowned slightly and whispered: "It seems that my husband really mentioned it."
A hint of killing intent flashed in Zi Ling's eyes: "Sister Chen, since your husband has already said so, let's kill him directly."
Upon hearing this, Chen Qiaoqian swayed and rose directly into the sky.
Xin Ruyin, Zi Ling Yuanyao and others followed closely behind.
Seeing the women flying up out of thin air, the ancestor of the Fu family was slightly stunned.
But when the ancestor of the Fu family swept across Xin Ruyin, Yuanyao, Ziling, Chen Qiaoqian and the others with his spiritual consciousness, he was stunned for an instant, with a trace of surprise flashing in his eyes.
"You... you."
Chen Qiaoqian waved her sleeves, and jet-black spiritual swords flew out into the air. The spiritual swords were densely packed and instantly surrounded the ancestor of the Fu family.
Looking at the surging spiritual sword, the Fu family ancestor's eyes widened with shock.
"Seventy-two magic swords."
It was the first time for the ancestor of the Fu family to see such a huge scene.
"You dare to kill me?"
The ancestor of the Fu family turned pale, feeling the threat to his life, and couldn't help shouting: "My Fu family has a close relationship with the Demon Flame Sect. Aren't you afraid of the Demon Flame Sect's revenge?"
As he spoke, two jet-black flames flashed past in the distance, and two Demon Flame Sect alchemy monks wearing vermilion robes were seen flying here.
"Ancestor of the Fu family, why are you in such a miserable state?"
The two glanced at the ancestors of the Fu family and couldn't help but joke. Then they cupped their hands towards Chen Qiaoqian and the other girls and said, "Fellow monks, would you like to give our Demon Flame Sect some face and not disturb the ancestors of the Fu family?"
"Demon Flame Gate?"
Hearing the words "Demon Flame Sect", Chen Qiaoqian frowned slightly and opened her mouth slightly: "Could it be one of the six sects of the Demonic Path?"
The two Demon Flame Sect pill-forming monks looked happy. After all, the reputation of the Six Demonic Sects was very resounding in Yuanwu Kingdom.
Although all the girls are in the Dan-formation stage, they are still incomparable to the Demon Flame Sect.
The two Demon Flame Sect pill-forming monks believed that the girls would not dare to offend them.
"Whoops!"
As a sharp sound broke through the air, a monk in white suddenly appeared in mid-air out of thin air.
The monk in white had long flowing hair, looking extremely elegant.
The monk's whole body was covered with spiritual wind, and his cold eyes swept across it. The two Demon Flame Sect disciples' eyes widened, and they couldn't help but feel cold all over.
"Nascent Soul Stage Monk?"
The Demon Flame Sect's pill-forming monks did not dare to be careless, and quickly bowed their hands and saluted: "The two of us did not know that Senior Yuanying was in front of us, so we have offended each other. We hope that for the sake of the Demon Flame Sect, we will be spared."
"Demon Flame Gate?"
Yan Yun raised his eyebrows slightly, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Unfortunately, I have a sworn hatred for you demons."
As soon as he finished speaking, two cyan spiritual winds flashed past.
The two Demon Flame Sect pill-forming monks turned around quickly. Just as they were about to dodge and leave, they suddenly felt pain in their lower bodies and looked down.
Then he saw that the complete body suddenly split in half, and bright red blood continued to drip from the wound.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Yan Yun narrowed his eyes slightly and showed a smile at the corner of his mouth. He turned to look at the ancestor of the Fu family and said calmly: "I didn't want to deal with you, but I didn't expect you to come to the door on your own?"
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Because the children of the Fu family felt sorry for Xin Ruyin a hundred years ago, Yan Yun did not have much good impression of the Fu family.
Now that he is being provoked one after another, he will naturally not be spared.
With a "pop", the ancestor of the Fu family immediately knelt down on the ground, his eyes flashed with fear, and he couldn't help but beg for mercy:
"I also ask Senior Yuanying to spare my life. As long as Senior can spare me, Senior can agree to anything he wants."
Yan Yun glanced at the ancestor of the Fu family and said calmly: "If I kill you, won't everything belong to me?"
While speaking, Yan Yun slowly raised his right hand, and a golden arc of lightning flashed away, instantly sinking into the forehead of the ancestor of the Fu family.
His body instantly froze on the spot, and then he fell heavily to the ground, losing his life in the blink of an eye.
With a wave of his sleeves, the storage bags at the waists of the three corpses were instantly grabbed into his hands.
"Husband, what should we do with the Fu family?"
Xin Ruyin swayed slightly, slowly fell to Yan Yun's side, and asked.
Yan Yun raised his eyebrows slightly, but did not reply. Instead, he looked at Xin Ruyin and asked, "I wonder what Ruyin thinks of you?"
"Me?"
Xin Ruyin frowned slightly and thought for a moment: "Although the people in the Fu family who caused trouble for us are dead, from a hundred years ago to now, all the children of the Fu family we have met are evil people."
"He also met us. If he had met anyone else, he might have been ravaged and killed long ago."
Xin Ruyin's eyes moved slightly and she whispered: "In this case, simply kill the foundation-building pill-forming monk so that he can no longer dominate."
Yan Yun looked deeply at Xin Ruyin, with a smile on his lips, and asked: "Then you are not afraid of killing the wrong person?"
"These people are naturally willing to come here to celebrate their birthdays. They are naturally flattering people who want to obtain the resources of the Fu family."
Xin Ruyin frowned slightly and continued: "You are definitely not a good person."
Yan Yun nodded slightly, then looked at the girls and said, "In that case, I'll leave this matter to you."
"Yes!"
Xin Ruyin, Chen Qiaoqian and the other girls bent down to salute, then turned into streaks of light and disappeared in an instant.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Yan Yun smiled slightly and then looked out the window.
Three hours later.
An emerald green spirit boat flew out of the mountain. At the same time, what was originally the Fu family's birthday party has now become a funeral.
"Damn the Fu family, they finally suffered a disaster. They deserved it for having bullied men and women for so many years." "I heard that all the monks above the foundation building stage were beheaded. It seems that the Fu family will be expelled from the Yuanwu Kingdom."
"No, the Fu family is not a kind person. They have not done anything good in these hundreds of years."
"The other two immortal cultivating families have already flown towards the Fu family."
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Yan Yun didn't care about the Fu family's heavy situation, but he landed cross-legged on the spirit boat, with a vermilion figure in front of him.
With Yu Huan's help in driving the spirit boat, Yan Yun can save a lot of worry.
After the six factions of the Yue Kingdom were defeated and forced to withdraw into the Nine Kingdoms Alliance, they reestablished their sects in Beiliang Kingdom, which had the fewest monk sects among the Nine Kingdoms.
The reason why there are so few monk sects in the Northern Liang Kingdom is because the country's cultivation resources are one of the last in the Nine Nations Alliance.
As a newly joined sect, the Six Sects had no choice. Even so, the monks of the Six Sects still fought openly and secretly with some local sects for more than a hundred years before they managed to take root with their own strength.
Of course, the obtained spiritual veins, spiritual mountains, raw material spiritual mines, and the influence of the six sects in the Beiliang Kingdom are far from what they were when one family was dominant in the Yue Kingdom.
But now, after these years of hard work, the six factions have finally recovered a little bit of their strength, and their voice in the Nine-Nation Alliance has become much stronger.
As the most powerful sect among the six sects, the Hidden Moon Sect naturally occupies a land with good spiritual energy.
In the Linglong Mountain in the far west of Beiliang Kingdom.
The monks of the Hidden Moon Sect surrounded the spiritual mountain here, used magic to build countless pavilions and halls, and set up prohibitive formations one by one.
This is where the new mountain gate of the Hidden Moon Sect is located.
Linglong Mountain is roughly divided into three levels.
At the bottom of the mountain.
It is the place where low-level disciples live and practice. From the foot of the mountain to the mountainside, only monks at the foundation-building stage and above are eligible to enter.
When we reach the uppermost level on the mountainside, naturally only monks with pill-forming and above levels are qualified to live there.
On this day, an emerald-green spirit boat arrived a hundred miles away from Linglong Mountain.
Yan Yun narrowed his eyes slightly, with a flash of blue light in his eyes. He stood on the deck and looked at Linglong Mountain in the distance. He felt a little uneasy in his heart and didn't know how to get there.
For Yan Yun, there are several ways to get to know Nangong Wan.
The first option is to drive the spirit boat directly into Linglong Mountain, where you can meet Nangong Wan.
The second is to transform into an identity and sneak into Linglong Mountain.
With Yan Yun's current level of cultivation, he could enter it quietly without being noticed.
When I see Nangong Wan's appearance, I think she has a different style.
The third method is to first recognize Master Qiong, and then recognize Nangong Wan at the sect ceremony.
Yan Yun touched his chin and finally chose the second option.
After all, there are so many girls around him, and Yan Yun has not yet thought about how to talk to Nangong Wan.
With this in mind, Yan Yun looked at the people behind him and said, "I'll leave first. You guys wait for me here."
Chen Qiaoqian walked slowly, looked at Yan Yun's back, and smiled: "Husband, don't worry, all the concubines will be behind you."
Listening to Chen Qiaoqian's words, Yan Yun stretched out his right hand and gently touched Chen Qiaoqian's face, with a smile on his lips.
With a flicker of his body, Yan Yun turned into a wisp of breeze and disappeared out of thin air.
At the foot of Linglong Mountain, a middle-aged monk in the Qi-training stage controlled an intermediate flying magic weapon and flew slowly down the mountain.
Yuan Kun is the outer steward of the Hidden Moon Sect, and his task is to purchase some secular items.
But just as they came down the mountain, a handsome young man suddenly appeared in front of him.
"I don't know who the senior is."
Although Yuan Kun was a monk in the Qi training stage, he knew that Yan Yun was not an ordinary person, so he quickly saluted respectfully.
Looking at the extremely shrewd Yuan Kun, Yan Yun waved his right hand with a smile and said, "Just take a nap and you'll be fine."
As Yan Yun waved his right hand gently, Yuan Kun's eyes darkened and he fainted.
Then he flicked his fingers and formed a formation to protect him.
Yan Yun's body swayed slightly, his face changed rapidly, and he transformed into Yuan Kun, then flew towards the mountain.
Although Linglong Mountain has the name "Linglong", no one who sees this mountain for the first time can associate the mountain with the word "Linglong" in the slightest.
Instead of feeling small and exquisite, this mountain looks bloated and weird.
Although there are not many subsidiary peaks outside Linglong Mountain, this is the main peak.
It covers an area of tens of miles, and the lower half looks extremely gentle, with almost no steep spots, like a huge high-slope land.
But starting from the mountainside, the mountain suddenly becomes steeper.
Not only is the mountain straight and fierce, it also looks extremely incongruous compared to the lower part.
And the spiritual energy also increased greatly in vain. Only monks above the level of elixir formation will place a cave abode above.
However, in order to prevent foreign enemies from invading from the air, many powerful magic circle restrictions were naturally placed on the upper half of Linglong Mountain.
If low-level disciples want to go to the top of the mountain, they have no other choice but to follow a few fixed paths.
Yan Yun walked on a simple bluestone street, looking at the top of Linglong Mountain with his hands behind his back, a smile on his lips.
Then he walked slowly towards the mountain. Along the way, all the Qi Practitioners around him saluted respectfully, not daring to show any slights.
Yan Yun nodded slightly in return, without hesitation, and soon reached the second floor.
This place is where the monks in the foundation building period live, but Yan Yun did not stop and instead continued walking towards the top of the mountain.
As a result, when Yan Yun came to the intersection of the second and third floors, he was blocked by a graceful woman.
"Huh?"
Yan Yun's eyes moved slightly, looking at the female cultivator in white in front of him, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.
The female cultivator in white turned out to be an old acquaintance of Yan Yun.
Zhao Mingyue, the beautiful woman who hides the moon, has not changed much in appearance for more than a hundred years.
She just grew up from a young girl to a girl in palace clothes.
His beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly, he glanced at Yan Yun and asked:
"Yuan Kun, what are you doing here? You should know that this is not where you should come."
Yan Yun did not salute, but instead looked deeply at Zhao Mingyue and smiled slightly: "I didn't expect that Junior Sister Zhao, whom I haven't seen for more than a hundred years, has actually entered the stage of forming pills."
Now that Zhao Mingyue's cultivation has reached the early stage of pill formation, it is quite difficult for him to reach this stage with his two spiritual roots.
Hearing the familiar Junior Sister Zhao, Zhao Mingyue stiffened, stared at Yan Yun in front of her, and stepped back: "Who are you?"
"How dare you call me?"
Yan Yun's face was full of smiles, and the appearance of his face slowly changed accordingly. In the blink of an eye, he transformed back into a handsome young man in white.
"Senior Brother Yan!"
The moment she looked at Yan Yun, Zhao Mingyue's pupils shrank and her mouth opened slightly: "Are you really back?"
The words were filled with disbelief, as if he was dreaming.
(End of chapter)