The Good Fortune Training System of Shrouding the Sky

Although it is inconceivable that Mingquanjing killed Shenqiaojing, but this happened to Murong Chuan, Fengyue thought it was very possible.

Fengyue didn't know what the Holy Cult of Blood Prison was planning, she was not in the mood to pay attention at the moment, and turned around and led the team to the ancient tree of Naihe.

The black-robed priest stared at Fengyue coldly for a moment, then turned and walked towards his sphere of influence.

The large troops are not as bloated as the national army. These are all high-flying monks, carrying storage bags with them.

As long as Fengyue gives an order, everyone can leave at any time, and the preparation process is extremely simple.

The only thing that needs to be prepared is the refining of the pill in the first ten days, and the approximate distribution method.

As a large number of monks joined the Feng family, the number of monks who knew the art of alchemy also increased a lot. Although the number of personnel became larger, there were also more spirit herbs that could be collected.

Although everyone knows that these pills cannot withstand consumption, everyone is resolutely moving forward.

As the saying goes, there must be a way for a car to reach the mountain. If it doesn't work, you can still rob your companions, as long as you don't know it.

It was precisely because of this outcome that Murong Chuan gave up on advancing with the large army.

If it wasn't for reaching an agreement with Fengyue, Murong Chuan would have rushed to the core palace long ago.

Just as Liuying firmly believed, Murongchuan must have a way to solve the problem.

Not only did he have the means to solve the problem, but he also had the means to kill the Holy Cult of the Blood Prison.

The little fat man had his hair tied up in a bun and wore a half-worn blue Taoist robe, wandering among the crowd and rushing towards the ancient tree.

Although there will be giant eagles attacking in flight, as long as they don't fly out of the canopy, the giant eagles won't care.

All the monks flew at low altitude, and soon arrived at the edge of the ancient tree. Murong Chuan couldn't help opening his mouth when he looked at the towering ancient tree.

"It's so high, if you want to walk there, your legs will be too thin."

The little fat man built a pergola with his hands, and looked at the tree roots and the thick tree trunks piercing into the sky, his mouth couldn't help but dry up.

Murong Chuan knelt for so many days, and made a lot of evil plans, but he didn't pay attention to the giant tree.

Anyway, you have to come to climb sooner or later, just look at it from a distance, there is no need to waste time on it.

Only when you really observe it closely can you realize how huge and towering the giant tree is.

"Yo, Daoist, you haven't been here before."

A familiar cultivator started talking about Murong Chuan's words.

"Have you just returned to the team? All the monks in the camp have come to investigate."

The young monk asked enthusiastically, while Murong Chuan shrugged and said sadly, "My name is Pang Kuan. I have been to the camp a long time ago. Don't say you haven't seen me."

His face was so ordinary that he couldn't make a splash in the crowd, and even if he saw it, he couldn't remember it.

The young monk is quite smart, he smiled awkwardly, and hurriedly said:
"Hehe, Master Dao is just joking. I've heard of your name, Master Pang."

"You really know me, the name of Fat Daoist is correct, Daoist finally has a sense of existence."

Murong Chuan talked excitedly to himself, but the cultivator smiled wryly. He didn't expect that he was blinded by his name casually, and he was really fooled.

"The camp where the Zi family and I came is busy collecting spirit grass every day, and I have never come here to observe.

I just thought, sooner or later, the ancient tree should be erected, and it doesn't make any difference whether it's sooner or later.

Who knew that the Pi Niang of the Zi family was so dark-hearted that she wouldn't allow ordinary monks to climb the ancient tree.If I had known this earlier, I would have fucked that skinny girl. "

Murong Chuan's obscene movements, coupled with his fat body, are really funny and fun.

"So that's the case, we rootless casual cultivators are nothing but cannon fodder in the eyes of the Great Sect."

The young monk sighed in a low voice, then leaned into Murong Chuan's ear, and said softly:

"We secretly form an alliance, are you interested in joining?"

Murong Chuan suddenly showed a clear expression, and a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He was still suspicious before, this buddy was too cooperative, he just followed his lie and said that the relationship was to pull him into the gang.

It doesn't matter if the young man has never met him before, only if he makes him happy can he have a chance to draw him into any alliance.

Murong Chuan exclaimed, but just after he uttered half a sentence, he tightly covered his mouth, and said cautiously:
"Did someone form an alliance among our casual cultivators?"

Murong Chuan's reaction made the young man very satisfied. No matter how long the alliance lasts, it needs a bad brain to use cannon fodder to fight the front line. This one in front of him is just right.

"That's right, the Dragon Spirit Cave, the Lingyue Cave, the Shocking Cave, the Beast Valley Cave, and the Burning Soul Cave, the powerful alliance organized by the powerful monks of the five great caves.

The core members are all masters of the Divine Bridge Realm. Even if new members are recruited to join, at least they must be like Brother Dao and have the Great Perfection of the Fate Spring Realm. "

Murong Chuan nodded fiercely as if he was flattered, as if he was full of talent but never met a bosom friend.

"Brother Dao, if you are willing, I can introduce you.

As long as everyone supports each other, at least they can negotiate with the Feng family and the Holy Cult of Blood Prison. "

The young monk spoke again, Murong Chuan quickly nodded and said:

"Yeah, yes, I am willing. Don't want Daoist brother, Daoist brother, it's too common, just call me Fat Daoist.

If you find it a mouthful, you can call me Fat Lord, I don't care. "

Murong Chuan's shameless familiarity made the young man almost have the urge to scold his mother.

Calling a Taoist brother is a title among monks, and Taoist friends, Taoist brothers, etc. are also common.

Ke Ye is a respectful title, Dao Ye is a compliment to his predecessors, Fat Lord is a compliment to his companions, but what kind of onion is he, a fat man, can he bear the title of Lord!

The young man was thinking in his heart, but Murong Chuan looked forward to it. If his wish was not fulfilled, it would be a problem to win him over.

Any guy with a problematic mind is single-minded in doing things, and there is almost no room for conversion.

"Oh, the Fat Daoist is right. We are all our own people, so there is no need to treat others like this. I will take you to meet the five lords as soon as the big troops start."

In the end, the young man still complimented Murong Chuan a few words. His thoughts were also pure, and he was already being used as cannon fodder, so couldn't he compliment Murong Chuan a little more.

While the two were talking, Fengyue's crisp and enchanting words came from afar accompanied by the sound amplification spell.

"Ahead is the ancient tree of the Nai River, which absorbs vitality extremely fast, and please work together to distribute strength to minimize the consumption of physical strength and vitality.

No matter what, the Feng family didn't give up on you, I hope you don't let the Feng family down either!
My promise is always valid, as long as you can leave the secret realm, you can work for the Feng family!
Before dark, gather at the third col. If you can’t keep up, just exit by yourself. "

After all, the Fengyueqingfeng method bloomed, making her steps extremely light, and the others rushed forward from all directions.

The originally mighty team of nearly a hundred people, when overlooked from a high altitude, actually converged into several advancing routes like mosquitoes scattered in a herd.

The elite members walked ahead, and the less powerful monks followed behind, so that the safety of the weaker monks could be guaranteed to the greatest extent.