Xiuxian: The Beginning Starts with the Drug Boy

  Southeast of Jin Kingdom!

  Boundary, in a deep mountain canyon.

  In the canyon, there is no grass, and the ground is full of gravel!

  Suddenly.

  In the canyon surrounded by high mountains and stone forests, a monk with an unfamiliar face suddenly appeared.

  He stretched out his hand and turned it over, with a wave!

  A palm-sized hearse, blowing up against the wind!

   Steadily floating in mid-air.

   His figure flickered.

  The figure disappeared in place, and in mid-air, on the wind hearse, the monk had already sat on the throne at some point.

  He leaned lazily on the throne, staring into the distance.

  With a thought, mana surges!

   The hearse floating in the mid-air, soared into the sky, turned into a stream of light and went straight into the sky.

  From near to far!

soon!

  The streamer turned into a black spot, and finally disappeared into the sky.

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  Jin State.

  Cyanwood Mountains, deep!

  Inside a silky and thin light curtain!

  Among the mountains, there are many palaces, and the cornices are shining brightly in the sun!

  The pagoda is hidden among the mountains and forests.

  Cranes and many cherished spirit beasts play or dance in the mountains.

  A scene of Xianjia Dazong.

   Such a fairy scene!

   It is not something that ordinary people can spy on!

  Even if ordinary people stand outside the seemingly transparent and thin light curtain of the formation, they cannot see the scene inside it.

  The mystery of the formation is not just a single power, and the degree of magic is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

  here.

  It is one of the three great immortal sects of the state of Jin, the Cyanwood Sect with a long history.

  Cyanwood School, among the peaks.

  In a spiritual peak with very strong aura, in a certain cave!

  A figure in white and plain robes is sitting cross-legged on the futon.

  Her eyes closed, and an extremely vast devouring power burst out from her body.

  Countless auras seemed to be dragged to death, rewinding towards that beautiful figure.

  From far to near.

  Look carefully, you will find the face and figure of this beautiful figure!

  Beautiful and heart-pounding.

  It is not an exaggeration to say that her beauty is alluring.

  Especially the cold temperament emanating from the bones, it is even more addictive.

good.

   This is exactly Murong Wanwan, the person Cheng Buzheng has missed for a long time.

at this time!

  A crimson streamer shot across the mountains!

   Then, like water entering a river, it submerged into the guard formation.

  I saw that the aura was like a headless fly bumping around.

suddenly.

  Murong Wanwan, who was meditating and practicing, opened her black and white beautiful eyes, her brows were slightly frowned, and her slender, white and slender hands tapped lightly.

  The hole protection formation appeared, with a gap the size of a palm.

   And that crimson streamer, the moment the gap appeared, seemed to find a gap to be found, and shot out along that gap.

in a blink.

  The crimson streamer crossed the hall, flew into the secret room, and stopped in front of Murong Wanwan.

  The aura dissipated!

  A floating crimson talisman revealed its true face.

  When Murong Wanwan saw this talisman, her slightly frowning brows involuntarily relaxed, and at some point, a charming smile appeared on her beautiful face.

this moment.

  Her cold temperament disappeared into nothing!

   Instead of being a high-ranking fairy, she looks like an elf who has descended to the world.

  There were such earth-shaking changes before and after, precisely because Murong Wanwan sensed the familiar aura on this talisman.

  Although they have been separated for many years, she is no longer familiar with this breath.

   Immediately.

  Murong Wanwan made a move with a jade hand.

   This talisman floated into her palm.

  A mana infusion.

  The familiar voice came from the talisman in her hand and echoed in the secret room.

   "Wanwan, I'm back!"

"Same place!"

   Hear this statement.

  Murong Wanwan's beautiful eyes were full of smiles.

  The two simple sentences made the noble and cold fairy on weekdays step into the mundane world and fall into the abyss in the world of mortals.

   No hesitation!

  Murong Wanwan flipped her hand, put the talisman into the storage bag, then stood up and walked out.

at this moment.

  Murong Wanwan returned to her usual appearance again, turning into a lofty fairy, still so noble and cold.

  Open the array!

   One step into the air, it turned into a stream of light, crossed the mountains, and flew towards the entrance and exit of the guardian array.

at the same time.

   On the top of a certain spiritual peak!

  This place is exactly the Wendao Terrace of the Qingmu Sect.

  A middle-aged beautiful woman, dressed in a green robe, is sitting cross-legged on the head, slowly telling the essence of a treasure technique.

   Every word!

  Let the many monks below keep in mind.

  This is the preaching of Jindan Daoist, and you don’t usually encounter it, only once every ten years.

  Therefore, none of the monks deserted.

   This is not only respect for the uncle, but also responsibility for myself.

  The monks who can cultivate to the foundation stage, who is not a person with a firm mind, although it cannot be said that they have gone through all kinds of dangers and difficulties, but they must not be underestimated.

  Although many monks were engrossed in listening to the essence of what the uncle said, the middle-aged beautiful woman was not like that.

  This sermon is just a sect task.

  For profit!

  Of course not, wholeheartedly.

   Besides.

  These nephews do not have very good spiritual roots, so they are lucky to be able to step into the foundation building stage by chance.

  As for going further, the odds couldn't be any smaller.

  The senior nephew with excellent spiritual root aptitude, and the related senior nephew, have long been worshiped by other senior brothers.

  Although there are many nephews and nephews in the audience, there is no potential to be tapped, so naturally there is no value to talk about!

  For her, neither the future nor the present can help her.

at this time.

  A flash of spiritual light spanned the sky.

  The middle-aged beautiful woman who noticed this spiritual light flashed in her eyes.

is her!

   Isn't she about to break through?

  Why, go out at this time!

   Is there anything more important than a breakthrough?

   Thoughts flashed through her mind!

   Even so, the middle-aged beauty still did not stop talking.

   Multitasking with one mind!

  For the Golden Core stage monks, it is not worth mentioning.

   Besides, the middle-aged beautiful woman did not wholeheartedly preach to the many masters and nephews in the audience.

so!

  For a while, her thoughts flowed, and she did not delay her preaching.

   Do you want to tell Yuan Du?

no!

  I still don't know what the **** is going on with Murong Wanwan going out?

   Even if you tell Yuan Du, you won't get much benefit.

  What if there is a big discovery?

   At that time, Yuan Du will not have to bleed profusely!

  Well, we have to hurry up.

  Anyway, this sermon is almost done.

  Thinking of this, the middle-aged beautiful woman turned her eyes and landed on many monks in the audience, and said lightly;

   "This sermon is over!"

  The words fall.

  A beam of light rose into the sky and disappeared on the Wendao Stage.

   See here.

  Many monks under the stage, even if they have complaints in their hearts, they dare not express them in words.

   Immediately.

  The monks in twos and threes turned into a stream of light and left this spiritual peak.

soon.

   Wen Daotai became empty again.

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