Ding!Your golden finger has been delivered

The world of cultivating immortals has a vast territory, and the Baihong Gate is located in the south, in a corner, occupying the Wujin Mountains as its territory, with nine spiritual veins, countless spiritual fields, and nearly [-] disciples. It is a well-deserved power.

He Xingzhou drove the flying boat, passed through the Yixiantian Canyon, entered a vast area, flew over [-] jade steps, and the vast and majestic mountain gate was displayed in front of the two of them.

He is a direct disciple of the head of the sect, and the Great Array of Protecting Mountains opens to him authority second only to the head of the sect, and does not prevent him from entering or leaving. As for Fang Zhengxin, he can't fly in like him, otherwise he will be looked down upon by the formation. For the invading force, fight out without hesitation.

So, He Xingzhou put Fang Zhengxin in front of the mountain gate, explained a few words, stepped forward, entered the mountain gate, and went to report the situation to the head of the mountain.

Facing the fairyland-like environment, Fang Zhengxin was very novel. Even though he had seen the scene inside the Baihong Gate from the memory of the original owner before, it was far less shocking than witnessing it with his own eyes.

All the houses are made of white jade mixed with spiritual stones, pavilions, roof tiles and cornices, rare flowers are blooming everywhere, the air is full of rich aura, and the fragrance of plants and trees comes from time to time. Being in it makes people feel physically and mentally comfortable.

Just then, an annoying noise interrupted his enjoyment.

"Hey, which senior brother I thought it was, it turned out to be Junior Brother Zhengxin. It seems that your cultivation has recovered?"

Facing the visitor, Fangzheng felt a little distressed. From the memory of the original owner, this woman had always been at odds with him.

This person's name is Wu Lianlian, which is taken from the good idea of ​​"the new moon is like a beautiful woman, and the moon is at the beginning of the first month". Not only is it beautiful in appearance, but also very talented. Moonlight cultivation, combined with spiritual roots, complement each other even more.

Therefore, he was valued by Fang Zhengxin's master, Grand Elder Hong Ling of the Baihong Sect, and accepted him as a disciple.

Hong Ling is a great master in the early days of Mahayana, and his cultivation is at the top level in the entire cultivation world. There are only three disciples under his sect, and they are all amazing talents.In addition to the two of them, there is also a senior brother who has been training outside and rarely comes back.

Fang Zhengxin started 300 years later than Wu Lianlian, but he showed outstanding talent, and even had a wonderful understanding of alchemy.

How could Wu Lian be willing to do this?She has been by Master's side for many years, and the elder brother is like an invisible person, which makes her blind. In these years, she has always regarded herself as the No. 1 by Master's side, and is highly respected.

In order to please the master, the elders in charge of the outer sect sent countless good things to her on the mountain without her asking.

Originally, Fang Zhengxin's aptitude was not inferior to hers, and he was accepted as a closed disciple by the master, which already caused Wu Lianlian's great dissatisfaction. her status.

In the past few years since Fangzheng Xin started, she has caused a lot of trouble in private. The original owner was not polite, and they all retaliated and made her ugly several times. Only when he was annoyed so much did he accept the mission, planning to go to the secret realm to relax.

Unexpectedly, there was an accident.

Wu Lianlian looked at Fang Zhengxin's indifferent face, and even gritted her teeth. When the news of Fang Zhengxin's serious injury and fall to the realm reached the sect, she shouted happily and secretly celebrated for a long time.

She wanted to add insult to injury and make Fangzheng feel more hurt, but the master seemed to know something, and kept making her complete the heavy tasks, not asking her to contact outsiders, and the He family was also strictly guarded, and the ancestor was in charge. She couldn't find a chance, so she had to give up.

I really didn't expect that a cripple who fell into the dust would still see the light of day again.

Wu Lianlian was upset, but she wouldn't openly quarrel with her junior, otherwise it would be for her master's face.She was quite restrained, and the supporters around her didn't think too much about it. Seeing that the fairy was angry, she quickly played their best role, standing aside and sneering.

"It seems that the He family really has the capital to heal Junior Brother Fang."

"I heard that he is not the biological child of the He family, but just an outsider. It is difficult for the He family to be so generous. It is worthy of being a big family in the human world."

"I guess it's because I'm afraid of being infamous. Those old guys are all sanctimonious masters."

The cultivator who said this had a gloomy face, and everyone gave him sympathetic looks. I heard that this was a training partner for a disciple of a big family, but his aptitude surpassed that of the young master, and he entered the Baihong Gate. The family held a grudge against him. Chasing and killing him many times exhausted him physically and mentally, and he immediately hated those young masters from big families.

Fangzhengxin didn't take their arguments very seriously, but only focused on observing the surrounding environment. Wu Lianlian saw that he looked like a country bumpkin, and she was disdainful and suspicious.

Although her junior brother was not popular before, she was used to putting on a show and being cautious, but this time when she came back, she was a little different. It seemed that someone was behind him to support him.

There are also few entertainment activities in the world of cultivating immortals. Those monks have been imprisoned for a long time, and they have developed a habit of watching the excitement. With their spiritual consciousness, they can join in the excitement without going out, which is very convenient.

For a while, Fang Zhengxin could feel that many spiritual senses were sweeping towards them, some of them were powerful spiritual senses that made his heart palpitate, presumably they were the elders of the sect.

He was a little speechless, did the elders really fall ill?Such a small matter, but also scrambling to see it, what is the difference between it and the uncles and aunts on the street?

Seeing that he was silent, the monks behind Wu Lianlian thought he was afraid, and became even more arrogant, taunting him one by one.

You must know that the opportunity to belittle the once proud son of heaven is not always there. Everyone is a little bit jealous of geniuses. Now that Fang Zheng is suffering, he naturally becomes their target of venting.

"Enough said?"

Fangzheng couldn't bear it any longer. He raised his hand, and a cold flame appeared in his hand. He quickly formed a seal with one hand, and the flame spread like petals, and he threw it on the heads of those monks.

"what?"

At first, the monks didn't take it seriously, but they didn't realize how powerful it was until the flames fell on their heads. The biting cold shrouded the top of their heads, as if it could freeze their consciousness. Several people were attacked, and their thinking was a little frozen. Waiting for the reaction , the flames had already penetrated into their sea of ​​consciousness, and they couldn't be expelled no matter what.

Seeing those people clutching their heads and rolling on the ground in pain, Wu Lianlian secretly cursed as a waste.

You know, she is a late-stage Golden Core cultivator, and most of the suitors around her are Golden Core cultivators. She can be gathered by her side, and being an "investigation object" is naturally not a fool.

But these people, under Fang Zhengxin's understatement, had no room to resist at all.

She hated and was jealous, looking at the flame in Fang Zhengxin's hand, her eyes sparkled, she wished she could snatch it away.

Although Wu Lianlian didn't know much about different fires, the flames that could be controlled by the water-type spiritual root seemed to be a good thing at first glance, and even the master rarely had them.

"Extremely Yin Linhuo? Unexpectedly, you got it."

In the distance, a slender monk descended from the sky. He Xingzhou followed behind him and gave Fang Zhengxin a reassuring look.

With peace of mind, Fangzheng looked at the person who came, and recognized that this was his well-behaved master, and hurriedly bowed down and saluted: "It's been a long time since I haven't seen you, master, please don't blame me."

"It's okay, it's not easy to come to you these days." Hong Ling waved his hand, not caring.

He has always been straightforward, free and easy, and an unreliable elder.Fang Zhengxin didn't care too much about this little disciple. It should be said that he treated all his disciples with a nostalgic attitude. After he taught the exercises, how he developed them all depended on the personal encounters of the disciples.

Fang Zhengxin nodded, turned around again, pretending to salute He Xingzhou: "I have seen the ancestor."

He Xingzhou held back his laughter, raised his hand, and a gust of wind blew by, lifting him up.

Seeing Master coming, Wu Lianli immediately seemed to have found a backer, and said: "Master, my brother is too aggressive, and he hurt several brothers when he made a move. You must punish him severely."

"Really?" Hongling's spiritual sense swept away, and he showed his face and smiled, "Hahaha, you are indeed my apprentice. If you don't sing, you will become a blockbuster. You have the demeanor of your teacher."

After many years of not doing anything, the sect almost lost his reputation. Back then, he was also the number one demon king who caused Baihongmen to fly.

Fortunately, there was this little disciple who made a name for him.

Wu Lianlian was not reconciled: "Master, how can you say that, it is a felony to injure a brother of the same sect."

"Right."

Hong Ling looked at the "geniuses" who were constantly tumbling on the ground, a little disdainful, and he didn't want to make a fuss, so he waved away the strange fire in their sea of ​​consciousness.

When they all stood up and glared at Fang Zhengxin angrily, Hong Ling said lightly: "It's normal for the same sect to exchange ideas occasionally. You provoke first, and if you lose, your skills are inferior to others. You should go back and practice more to improve your cultivation. That's why."

What he said was really blunt, but those disciples were still trained like grandsons, and they didn't dare to show dissatisfaction in front of him at all.

One must know that Hongling is young, but his cultivation level is advanced, second only to the sect master, and their master is just a fit. How can they compete with the great power of the Mahayana period?

They were taught a lesson today, and their sea of ​​consciousness was damaged. Not only would they not get compensation, but they would also be reprimanded after going back and forth. And their master, not only did not dare to seek justice from Elder Hongling, he even had to prepare for it if he was not sure. A generous gift, here to "shock" his disciple.

There is no way, there is absolutely no reason to respect strength in the realm of comprehension.

Thinking of this, the monks who had previously accused him had a hard look on their face.

Wu Lianlian gritted her teeth, rolled her eyes, and stared at the cultivator next to Master. Hearing that Fang Zhengxin had called him Patriarch before, he guessed that the two should know each other, so he asked one more question: "Master, what is the monk next to you?" I don't know which senior it is?"

"Oh, this is the apprentice of your master master, He Xingzhou, who is now at the middle stage of Yuanshen cultivation." Speaking of this, Hongling said bitterly, "My senior brother is really lucky, Xingzhou, you He's less than three hundred years old now, right? He really is a hero born out of a boy."