Under Wuyuan Mansion in Liaozhou, to the west of a small town called Xin'an, there were two slender women in green robes walking side by side on a remote hill.
White light shimmered under the feet of the two girls. With a gentle tap on the ground, the two girls flew several feet away like immortals.
From a distance, it looks like flying at low altitude, very beautiful.
Among them, a delicate woman who was slightly younger, only seventeen or eighteen years old, moved her red lips slightly and asked:
"Senior Sister Lu, is Master really not going to help this time? Even if we add Junior Sister Cao, we probably won't be able to deal with that person from the Rhinoceros Sect."
"After all, he is a seventh-level Qi practitioner."
The older woman shook her head helplessly: "There is nothing we can do about this matter. The master knows that we have a close relationship with our junior sister, so he asked us to send this message. Could it be that he deliberately asked me to help our junior sister."
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The two girls couldn't help but speed up their pace, and within one meal, they finally reached the top of the mountain.
"Huh?"
The older girl couldn't help but let out a sigh, with a hint of surprise in her eyes.
I saw a man and two women sitting around a bluestone table under a stone pavilion.
The man is extremely handsome, wearing a white robe, like an immortal in the world.
The woman was wearing a long silver dress, her face was frosty, as if she was repelling people thousands of miles away.
As soon as the two of them approached, the man stopped talking and turned to look over.
"It seems that these two are your senior sisters!"
Yan Yun put his hands behind his back and smiled softly.
"It's great that the two senior sisters have arrived!"
Cao Mengrong looked at the two girls approaching, couldn't help but look happy, and quickly greeted them.
"Junior sister looks good."
The older woman smiled, looked at Cao Mengrong carefully, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Hey, your cultivation has actually improved a lot."
Cao Mengting pursed her lips and smiled, looking at Yan Yun aside, and said softly: "I just made a breakthrough some time ago, and I am far behind the two senior sisters."
Another younger woman looked Yan Yun up and down, and couldn't help but look surprised: "Junior sister Cao, which sect is this fellow Taoist? His cultivation level is so high?"
Yan Yun did not show his cultivation at the Nascent Soul stage, but only at the peak of Qi training. Yan Yun nodded slightly, glanced at the two girls, and said, "I'm Yan Yun, I'm just a casual cultivator."
"So that's it. I said Junior Sister is so calm. It turns out that Brother Yan, an expert, is sitting here, and that Wu Xiaoyu is here, so he is naturally asking for trouble." The older woman said with a smile on her face.
"By the way, senior sister, this senior brother Yan wants to know about the Feng family."
After realizing it, Cao Mengting quickly raised her hands towards the two senior sisters and asked.
The older woman smiled: "I have already prepared this."
While speaking, he waved his sleeves, handed over a jade slip, and said: "This contains some information about the Feng family."
Yan Yun's eyes lit up, and he was not polite and directly held the jade slip in his hand.
At the same time, a long and piercing roar suddenly came from the bottom of the mountain, the sound was rich and loud.
"The man is here!"
"How did he know this place? He came so fast!"
The two women in Taoist costumes stood up at the same time in surprise, turning their heads to look.
"Two senior sisters, don't panic, I invited this person here."
Cao Mengting smiled slightly, confident.
Naturally, Yan Yun accepted this and helped him solve this little trouble.
The older woman chuckled: "I see, the two of us traveled day and night, it seems we are a step too late."
After all, a monk at the peak of his Qi refining stage is enough to handle the challenge of an eighth-level monk.
At this moment, a ray of white light rushed up from the bottom of the peak, and there were two faint figures standing side by side inside.
"Flying magic weapon! He will have such a magic weapon. Who is the other person?"
The young woman lost her voice when she saw this scene.
Cao Mengrong and the other woman looked at each other and saw worry in each other's eyes.
The two men appeared menacingly at the top of the peak, but Yan Yun glanced at them lightly, but his expression did not change at all.
The two men rushing up to the peak in front of him, although the magic weapon was dazzling, Yan Yun could see clearly in his eyes, they were only an eighth-level weapon refiner and an eleventh-level immortal cultivator, so naturally they would not let go. In the heart.
"Go and solve it, don't kill."
Yan Yun turned sideways slightly and looked at Lin Yinping behind him.
Hearing this, the three women were slightly startled. They never expected that Yan Yun would not take action himself, but instead asked the woman behind him to take action.
"Hmph!"
How could such a dignified and abrupt saint have ever been so underestimated? She couldn't help but snorted.
A powerful sense of oppression swept out.
Lin Yinping waved his sleeves and saw the two people in mid-air quickly falling to the ground.
"Ouch!"
Just hearing the two scream, they fell from mid-air.
"Get out!"
Lin Yinping chuckled softly, and the two of them looked frightened and quickly bowed their hands:
"Thank you, senior, for sparing your life!"
Then the two stumbled and quickly ran down the mountain.
The two of them had panic on their faces. They never expected that just a scolding would make them lose their fighting ability.
Such a powerful person could be the rumored foundation-building monk.
"Foundation-building monks may not be able to do this."
Cao Mengrong's senior sister couldn't help but swallow her saliva, a trace of shock flashed in her eyes.
Looking at her following Yan Yun like a maid, I couldn't help but speculate on Yan Yun's strength.
Cao Mengrong couldn't help but turn around and look at Yan Yun.
But Yan Yun's figure was still there, and even when he looked at Lin Yinping again, he disappeared from the same place without knowing when.
"Exalt!"
Cao Mengrong's lips moved slightly and he murmured in a low voice.
Thousands of miles away, Yan Yun stepped on the wind chariot, and the rolling yellow sand enveloped the wind chariot.
The dazzling yellow light poured out, looking very magical.
"Yan Yun, are you really going to Jiangling Mansion to open the Feng family's mysterious cave?"
The voice of God Lord Dayan came from the soul-nurturing wooden beads in his wrist.
"There's something in there that will be of great use to me."
Yan Yun chuckled, then narrowed his eyes slightly: "And there are many interesting things on the way to the secret cave."
Seeing Yan Yun say this, Lord Dayan couldn't say anything.
Spiritual power poured into the wind chariot, and yellow sand rolled on it, moving towards the distance.
……
Guanning Mansion is far away in the westernmost part of Liaozhou. It is not far away from Wuyuan Mansion. It takes several days to fly.
Only then could we see the boundary of Guanning Mansion from a distance.
When he got here, Yan Yun canceled the imperial weapon flight. After all, if he remembered correctly, there was a corpse king here.
See if you can find some opportunities.
On the following journey, Yan Yun did not encounter high-level immortal cultivators. They were all monks in the Qi training and foundation building stages. Yan Yun ignored them and ran away directly. Three days later, there were fewer and fewer mortals on the road, and the scenery began to become desolate, as if we were in a remote country.
At this moment, a place called Falcon Cloud Town appeared in front of them.
"We've arrived!"
A hint of joy flashed in Yan Yun's eyes, and he quickly landed in the town.
This town is much simpler than other towns seen on the road.
Not only is the area small, there are only three or four criss-crossing streets. Most of the houses are made of yellow mud and wooden sticks, making them look a bit dirty.
Yan Yun, who was wearing a white Confucian robe, and Lin Yinping, who was wearing a silver dress, seemed a bit out of place here.
But since monks appear frequently here, the mortals here are not too surprised.
At the same time, two men in white robes, one tall and one short, walked towards them.
The two of them are young, in their twenties, and have only reached the seventh or eighth level of Qi training.
The moment the two of them looked at Yan Yun, they couldn't help but express surprise. They quickly stopped and saluted Yan Yun respectfully:
“I don’t know your senior’s surname, but you’re here to attend the King of Ginseng Conference.”
"The King of Ginseng Conference? I haven't heard of it. Yan just heard that there are many spiritual herbs nearby and came here to look for some elixirs."
Yan Yun waved his hand, pretending not to know.
Seeing Yan Yun like this, the young man in white robe suddenly understood, smiled and nodded:
"Let me tell you, the conference has already started for one day. If senior had attended the conference, he would have gone to Xueling Mountain long ago. It seems that senior has really passed through this town."
But soon, the short monk changed his tone and said flatteringly: "But it doesn't matter, it's too late to go now!"
"There will also be many casual cultivators and some small sects exchanging elixirs at the conference, and the three of us will not charge any fees!"
Yan Yun nodded slightly and touched his chin with his right hand.
There were originally four major families, but the Feng family was destroyed, and now there are only three major families left.
"In that case, then this junior will lead the way!"
The two looked at each other, and then saw the short monk smiling. Then they took out a round magic weapon and threw it into the air.
The two of them swayed and landed steadily on it.
Upon seeing this, Yan Yun waved his sleeves, and a flying sword with a sharp cold light was suspended above.
This top-level flying sword was the worst magical weapon in Yan Yun's hands, but in the eyes of the two of them, it was extremely precious.
The two of them were full of envy, but in their hearts they believed that Yan Yun was a disciple of a large sect.
Next, the four people flew with their weapons and came to the so-called Xueling Mountain.
It is said that it is the Xueling Mountains, but actually it is more appropriate to call it the Xueling Mountains. Its mountains stretch for thousands of miles, and they are also one of the largest mountains in Liaozhou.
Of course, the Ginseng King Conference held by the three major families in Jiangning could not be held deep in the mountains, but was held on a tall mountain peak in the outermost area close to the town.
Yan Yun stepped on the silver flying sword and looked towards the mountain peak.
I saw a large area of gorgeous pavilions and pavilions appearing on the top of the peak, and the light flashed, obviously they had just been built.
The tall monk quickly raised his hand towards Yan Yun and said: "Senior, this is where we are. All foundation-building monks will be assigned separate rooms, and the alchemy-forming monks will have a separate attic!"
His intention to please is very obvious.
Yan Yun smiled and nodded, and then his consciousness enveloped the entire mountain peak.
With the cultivation level in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, coupled with the increase in the Dayan Art, almost no monk can escape the detection of Yan Yun's spiritual consciousness.
As Yan Yun's consciousness surged, he soon discovered a Nascent Soul cultivator here, but this person was hiding in a coffin and exuding a strong corpse aura.
Yan Yun raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and then led Lin Yinping towards the attic.
As the two walked slowly, the aura emanating from their bodies grew stronger, and in the blink of an eye they were already alchemy monks.
"Two seniors!"
Several foundation-building monks in front of the attic, after feeling the powerful aura of the two, quickly took two jade tokens and handed them over.
"Seniors can choose an unoccupied attic to live in!"
Lin Yinping flicked her wrist and threw the jade token back: "We can do it together!"
When several foundation-building monks saw this, they couldn't help but look at each other, but they didn't know what to say.
Immediately afterwards, E Yanyun led Lin Yinping into the attic.
It has to be said that the spiritual energy here is very abundant, far beyond what can be compared outside.
Yan Yun stepped into the house and sat down with his legs crossed.
Lin Yinping walked aside and respectfully brought hot tea.
I have to say that Lin Yinping was quite well-behaved next to Yan Yun, or that he was trained very well by Yan Yun.
Very docile.
Yan Yun glanced at Lin Yinping, nodded slightly, took a sip of hot tea, and said: "You can go out."
After hearing Yan Yun's words, Lin Yinping nodded slightly and then slowly retreated.
"Whoops!"
A silver little fox suddenly flew out of the spirit beast bag and fell playfully into Yan Yun's arms.
"The master has a new person and has forgotten the old one."
Silver Fox opened his mouth slightly, but he let out delicate sounds one after another.
"How could it be!"
Yan Yun gently picked up Yin Yue, stroked Yin Yue's hair with his right hand, and said, "You are very special in my heart."
Hearing Yan Yun's words, a hint of surprise flashed in Yinyue's eyes, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but raise slightly.
Silver Moon has been by his side for so long, and his strength has gradually recovered. Now he has reached level seven, and is very close to level eight.
I guess it won't be long before I can transform into a human form and accompany me.
For Yan Yun, Yinyue is indeed very special in his heart. For Yan Yun, it is not comparable to Lin Yinping.
Yan Yun narrowed his eyes slightly, and an attribute bar visible only to him appeared in front of him.
【Yanyun】
[Spiritual Roots: Wind, Thunder Spiritual Roots]
[Physique: Wind Spirit Body, Thunder Spirit Body]
[Cultivation: Mid-stage Nascent Soul]
[Kung Fu: Wind and Thunder Sword Ruins (77% on the eighth level) Dayan Jue (55% on the fourth level) God Forging Technique (2% on the fourth level)]
[Body refining techniques: Mingwang Jue (sixth level 23%) Nine Yin Soul Absorption into the Body (sixth level 23%), Wind and Thunder Body Refining (seventh level 1%), Giant Demon Technique (Dacheng)]
[Spells: Shura Holy Fire (Dacheng), Binghuoyang Lei (Dacheng), Wind and Thunder Condensation Sword Technique (Dacheng), Wind and Thunder Escape (Dacheng), Breath Condensation Technique (Dacheng), Sword Qi into Silk (Dacheng), Shangling True Wind (Dacheng) ) Spiritual Art Transformation (Dacheng)]
[Supernatural power: Wind and Thunder True Body, Transparent Lingxi]
"The Dayan Jue and the God Forging Technique are both on the fourth level. By the time I reach the fifth level, maybe my consciousness will be comparable to that of a god-transforming monk."
Yan Yun took out a medicine bottle and opened it gently.
A fragrant elixir appeared in his hand.
"Gulu"
After taking the elixir, it instantly turned into surging spiritual energy, constantly surging in the dantian.
Feeling the surging spiritual energy in his body, Yan Yun closed his eyes and circulated the Wind and Thunder Sword Ruins, turning the spiritual energy into the power of wind and thunder and integrating it into his body. (End of chapter)