I rely on luck to be a salted fish in the world of comprehension

Three days later, Shen Fuxing formally bid farewell to the sect, preparing to leave for the Hanguang Immortal Sect to the north.

Wuxiang Baihong belongs to the secret realm under the sect of Hanguang Xianzong, and there is a special transmission channel in Hanguang Xianzong, and it will be much faster by borrowing from Hanguang Xianzong.

Before leaving, both Su Beizhe and Mei Ruoxue came to see them off.

Unknown Yun didn’t come. In the southeast of Yunlai Immortal Sect, near the Yueluo Mountains, there seemed to be a frenzy of monsters. Yunlai, Hanguang, Yelai, and Misfortune all sent elders to go there. Unknown Yun Also went to suppress.

As late autumn approached, several flowers and trees in Huazhuoyuan were in full bloom, and the fragrance of flowers was overflowing, but everyone's heart was very heavy.

Su Beizhe stood under the tree with a worried expression on his face. He didn't agree with Shen Fuxing's going out to practice, let alone Wuxiang Baihong, which is famous in the cultivation world for its dangers. Shen Fuxing had only practiced for a week. Cultivation, going to Wuxiang Baihong is tantamount to seeking death.

"No, don't go to Wuxiang Baihong. When the master comes back, I will ask him for my sin!" Su Beizhe thought about it, but still felt that this trip was extremely dangerous, so he simply grabbed Shen Fuxing's arm, not wanting to let go. he is gone.

Mei Ruoxue originally stood aside and watched indifferently, but when she saw Su Beizhe acting like this, she frowned, and her voice became cold: "Is the elder brother trying to put the entire Yunlai Xianzong in a place of disbelief?"

"But how could he survive Wuxiang Baihong!" Su Beizhe didn't let go, determined not to let Shen Fuxing go.

"That's his fate too! Some people, some things, are destined to be born! You can't change it!" Mei Ruoxue has always disapproved of Su Beizhe's doting way of teaching, and now she doesn't agree with Su Beizhe's views either.

"I don't believe in fate! If a person's fate is doomed from birth, what else do we need to practice? The junior brother's fate is in his own hands! No one can force him to believe in some shitty fate!" Su Beizhe said in his tone Firm, with a persistent look on his deep-featured face.

"Okay, then you can pull him, and hold him until the master comes back, until everyone knows that the Yunlai Xianzong reneges on his promises, the Yunlai Xianzong's suzerain reneges on his promises, and the Yunlai Xianzong's suzerain's disciples renege on his promises! And that body The person who takes the opportunity of the human race is even a coward who runs away! He is a waste who cannot stand up on his own and is supported by the master's sect. He is a scapegoat who can be pushed out at will to be pointed out by thousands of people when the crisis of the human race comes in the future!"

Mei Ruoxue's voice contained a hint of sarcasm, and she didn't deliberately raise her volume, but every word made Su Beizhe loosen Shen Fuxing's hand, and her brows became more and more wrinkled. Go to the Wuxiang Baihong, where is it so serious..."

"Then you can try." Mei Ruoxue calmed down, ignored Su Beizhe, but took off the storage bag at her waist, and handed it to Shen Fuxing: "This trip to Wuxiang Baihong, The second senior brother has no ability to stop it, but the pills and magic weapons are enough, no matter how squandered they are, they must come back alive."

Mei Ruoxue's expression was very solemn, and Shen Fuxing, who got the storage bag, could see that it contained not only pills and magic weapons, but also the personal tokens of the senior brother and several famous senior brothers and sisters outside: " Although your elder brother is not good at brains, he still has a bit of reputation. The rest of you can help to some extent. They are not as good as the inside of the sect. If you can't beat them, you can run away. If you can't run, you are better than your thighs. Don't imitate your senior brother. Deadly stubborn. It's thankless."

Mei Ruoxue glanced faintly at the end of her eyes, glanced at Su Beizhe who had let go, and withdrew her hand.

The faint plum fragrance radiated from Mei Ruoxue's body, it was clear and clean, it was the smell that Shen Fuxing liked very much.

He nodded, understanding the good intentions of the second senior brother: "Second senior brother, don't worry, although my cultivation base is not high, but I am lucky, I will come back alive."

Su Beizhe stopped talking about letting him stay in the sect, and handed Shen Fuxing a storage bag, which contained rare objects that Su Beizhe had collected during his travels for several years, and hoped that it would come in handy at that time.

"You three, go out and listen carefully to Master's words." Su Beizhe turned to the three in red.

"Master, don't worry, the master tells the disciple to go east, and the disciple will never go west." Fu Jing said with a smile.

Hongyi and Chu Zhijian also saluted one after another.

After Shen Fuxing left in Tianhuo, the more Su Beizhe thought about it, the more worried he became, and he couldn't help saying, "Ruoxue, I always have a bad feeling."

Mei Ruoxue looked at the distant fire for a moment, her eyes were unclear, and she said calmly: "If you think too much, he will come back alive."

Su Beizhe frowned, and finally said, "You are right, he will come back alive."

Mei Ruoxue glanced at him, turned around and walked towards the Meixue Courtyard, her silver dress brushed across the flower branches, blowing the scent of flowers.

In the air, the clear plum fragrance gradually faded away and was covered by the fragrance of flowers.

**

The Cold Light Immortal Sect is located in the north of the entire cultivation world, adjacent to the Yongye Cold River. It is said that the first suzerain of the Cold Light Immortal Sect specially selected Feixue Mountain near the Cold River as the gate in order to train his disciples. The tall ones can freeze themselves to death in the sect.The sect was built so cold, of course the disciples couldn't get hot.

In front of the gate made of ice and blood, the two gatekeeper disciples stood straighter than the wooden warehouse pole, with indifferent expressions on their faces. If it wasn't for the hem of their clothes being blown by the cold wind, Shen Fuxing would have thought that they were two lifelike statues of living people.

"Shen Fuxing, a disciple of Yunlai Immortal Sect, wants to break into the secret realm of Wuxiang Baihong. He specially holds a token to visit, hoping to use the transmission channel of the noble sect." Shen Fuxing took out the visit token, which was a rectangular token made of agarwood. The card, with the unique spiritual seal of Sect Master Yunlai and the elder seal of the third elder of Hanguang Xianzong, expresses his approval for this person to join the sect.

The disciple on the left picked up the token and penetrated the spiritual power in a special way, and two big seals suddenly appeared on the top of the token, a golden auspicious cloud of Yunlai Xianzong on the upper left, and a cold light fairy on the lower right Zong's long blue sword.

There are still a few lines of small characters floating in the middle, which are the list of entourage and the elder's handwriting.

"Okay, let's go in." The two of them formed seals with both hands, and input spiritual power into the gate together, and a water-like barrier suddenly appeared at the gate, which was slowly opening.

Shen Fuxing brought the three disciples into the Hanguang Immortal Sect.

As soon as they entered the sect, Shen Fuxing and Chu Zhijian, who were still in the Three Spirit Realm, couldn't help shivering, their bodies were so cold that goose bumps appeared.

"It's extremely cold here, and the degree of heat and cold is about the same as the periphery of Yongye Hanchuan. Master and junior should wrap their bodies with spiritual power first, otherwise they will be frostbitten soon." The red clothes removed the automatic wrapping from their hands Lingli, felt it for a while, and immediately felt that his fingers were frozen stiff.

The periphery of Yongye Cold River... Calculated according to the modern temperature, the temperature is almost minus 40 degrees below zero. If it is not for the spiritual energy circulation in the body, a gap will be blown out by the cold wind immediately.

Shen Fuxing quickly used his spiritual power to wrap himself up like a rice dumpling, and only then did he feel a little more comfortable all over.

"The disciples of the Hanguang Immortal Sect are too difficult." Shen Fuxing couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

If he had been picked up by Hanguang Xianzong, wouldn't he have to freeze to death in the sect?

"Is it very difficult? It's just an extremely cold place. I have experienced it since I was three years old." Compared with the other three people looking left and right, Fu Jing seemed much calmer.

Not only the extreme cold, he also experienced extreme heat, extreme dryness, extreme humidity, extreme... In short, in his short 18 years of life, because of the uncontrollable blood power, he was held down by the elders of the clan. Crazy cultivation in this kind of secret realm, if it is not for going through various secret realms to improve the body's resistance and control, with his talent of chaotic spiritual root, it is impossible for him to only have the strength of the mind and soul realm.

"Then you are even more pitiful." Shen Fuxing couldn't help but sympathized.

"Brother, I didn't expect you to be worse than me." Chu Zhijian was also raised as a family heir since he was a child, and he was born with the responsibility of opening the seal of the giant sword. Throw it into a place as cold as the outside of Yongye Hanchuan to practice.

Fu Jing shrugged nonchalantly: "People with great charm always have a harder life."

Hong Yi looked at Fu Jing a few more times, she knew the blood in Fu Jing, and had seen people from this clan, but the power of the blood in that person was obviously not as strong as that of Fu Jing, and she couldn't even confuse her for a moment. It can only confuse people whose cultivation level is lower than his. Now it seems that the cultivation environment of that person is obviously not as strict as that of Fujing.

It seems that Fujing's status in that clan is higher than she imagined.

Perhaps, it may be the blood of the direct line.

Hong Yi's eyes darkened for a moment, and his right hand subconsciously touched the cloth bag embroidered with golden triangular prisms around his waist.

Using tokens all the way to clear the way, Shen Fuxing finally came to the transmission channel. The channel was set up on the mountainside, guarded by five disciples of the Hanguang Immortal Sect, all of whom were in the realm of the heart and soul.

Hearing Shen Fuxing's intention, the black face among the five disciples was the first to speak: "To open a channel, five heavenly grade spirit stones are needed."

Shen Fuxing already knew this rule, and handed the prepared spirit stone to the black-faced man.

The other party gave Shen Fuxing a deep look, not knowing what it meant, and after activating the channel, he made a "please" gesture to Shen Fuxing.

Just as Shen Fuxing was about to step in, the black-faced man suddenly said: "By the way, a friendly reminder, it's best to write the suicide note in advance. If you forget it, you can write it now. Hanguang Xianzong provides the service of delivering the suicide note on behalf of you. It only costs one piece of paper." Earth grade spirit stone."

Shen Fuxing almost sprained his feet, and with a dark face, he stood up straight again: "I will come back, there is no need to write a suicide note."

"Many people who went in said that at the beginning." The black-faced man said.

"No. I don't need this service, thank you." Shen Fuxing refused angrily.

"It's only a land-grade spirit stone, and it's not expensive. I'll write one just in case. The address... If someone comes looking for you, just give him the suicide note. If no one comes looking for you, don't worry about it." Fu Jing Handing over a piece of land spirit stone, with a wave of one hand, he began to write on the white glowing spirit paper spread in the air with his fingers.

"Then I'll have a copy too." Hongyi followed suit, but her suicide note was different. There was also a small colored glass ball attached to it. There was a ball of fire in the ball. The flames swayed from time to time, reflecting the colorful glass. Bright, lively and beautiful.

"I don't need you to give me this. If I die, it will find its owner by itself." Hongyi handed the written suicide note to the black-faced man, and said coolly.

"Are you so unconfident about being a teacher?" Shen Fuxing was upset, "Zhijian, do you want to write a suicide note too?"

Chu Zhijian looked at his senior brothers and sisters, then at his master, thought for a while, and took a step back quietly: "Master, it's not a problem to write..."

He gave the black-faced man a land-grade spirit stone and a sound-transmitting paper crane, and the address was naturally within the clan.

The black-faced man collected several suicide notes and items, with a serious expression: "Don't worry, once the life and death line on your body is broken, the Hanguang Xianzong that can be sent will definitely be delivered to you."

After all, it is a secret realm that has been in control for more than ten years. The Cold Light Immortal Sect has figured out a way to tie the life and death line of people in the secret realm. If you don’t see people in life, you will see corpses in death. When the line of life and death is broken, it represents the life on the other side of the line. Extinction, the line of life and death can draw the disciples who came to Hanguang Xianzong to collect the corpse.

Shen Fuxing stood aside, very cold.

A group of four people stood on the teleportation array, and as the teleportation light came on, the four of them disappeared.

Beside the teleportation formation, four disciples of the Cold Light Immortal Sect looked at the black-faced man together.

"Senior brother, why didn't you remind them that there was a problem in the secret realm, and the death rate was greatly increased?" the disciple with a long eyebrow asked in puzzlement.

Although it's useless to remind, and no one knows what the problem is, but in the past, black-faced men can say a few words.

"I told the others that I hope they will retreat in the face of difficulties and not die in vain." The dark-faced man looked at the passage with deep eyes, "But these people are not the ones who retreat easily."

"Really? I think the one with the water chestnut mark between his eyebrows looks weak, and he thinks too highly of himself, so he didn't even write a suicide note." The disciple with long eyebrows said again.

"What do you know!" the black-faced man glared at him, "he is the one who can't back down the most. Everyone else writes a suicide note, but he doesn't write it. Do you think he thinks he will come back alive? No! That is Because he is the most cautious! If he writes his suicide note, he will not even be afraid of death, but he can't, because he will come back alive."