The location of the main hall of Fangyuan Hall was indeed well hidden. Yu Ling followed the man and finally came to a seemingly ordinary attic with a basement downstairs. Through the teleportation array inside, he finally arrived at Fangyuan.

The main hall is located.

"Is this a separate space?"

After the silver light subsided, what appeared in front of Yu Ling's eyes was an extremely vast group of palaces, located on the endless wilderness. Looking at the scale and grandeur, it was not inferior to Yunlong Imperial City.

Yu Ling looked up and saw three words written in ancient Chinese characters on the majestic gate in front of her: Fangyuan Palace. At the top is the unique symbol of Fangyuan Palace, with square jade embedded in the round outline. Although in Yu Ling

In his eyes, he looks like Brother Kong Fang of Copper Plate.

Of course, this is okay if you think about it, but it would be strange if the people from Fangyuan Hall didn't kill him if he really said it.

The man next to him was completely unaware of Yu Ling's psychological activities, and just explained patiently: "Our Fangyuan Palace is good at all kinds of formations, and the teleportation formation is no exception. If the one who invented the spiritual ring in Xue Yang Kingdom claims to be the first, we will dare to claim the title."

Secondly, this space relies on the basement of the pavilion outside, which has the effect of mustard seeds and Xumi. The specific principle is related to space folding and space extension."

Yu Ling suddenly thought of Nian Yufeng's Space Expansion Technique. Speaking of which, that kind of space magic should be used for more than just making people smaller. At least when others attack her, she can extend the distance between them infinitely, and then

Avoid it calmly. This method will definitely make the enemy confused and at a loss.

"By the way, who is that person from Xueyang Kingdom?" Yu Ling asked casually.

This man invented the spiritual ring a hundred years ago, and it was he who set up the farthest teleportation array in the seventeen regions, which could instantly travel more than 8,000 kilometers and span the entire sealed region.

"His name is Nian Yihe. I don't know which generation of prince he is from the Xueyang Kingdom. His talent is amazing. He was the number one genius in the Xueyang Kingdom more than a hundred years ago. However, this man has no interest in the throne and only likes to study.

In terms of space, all his royal brothers and sisters are dead now, and he is the only one left who has become one of the foundations of Xueyang Kingdom. No one knows how far his cultivation has reached." The man sighed with emotion.

There are so many heroes in the world.

Yu Ling couldn't help but think of Bian Changzhen who was nowhere to be found. These people were all the leading figures of a certain era, the real strong men standing at the top of the pyramid, but their road was never ending and they were still moving forward.

.

And he is also on the way.

"Hey, Lao Kang, you're back. Is this the newcomer you brought?" A big man coming towards me greeted him warmly.

Kang Shu also smiled and replied: "I can't bring up such a powerful newcomer. I'll give you three chances. Guess his identity?"

The big man looked Yu Ling up and down, and Yu Ling suddenly felt uncomfortable under his gaze.

The big man clicked his tongue and said: "You are filled with the halo of the savior at first glance. Could it be little friend Yuling?"

How can this, this, and this be seen?

Yu Ling was stunned for a moment, and all the sharp-eared Fangyuan Temple cultivators around him rushed over, surrounding him tightly, as if they were going to watch and take pictures the next moment.

One of them held his hand with tears in his eyes, and said in an aria-like tone: "Little friend Yuling, I have been waiting for you for so long, but you are finally here. Our entire Fangyuan Hall is saved!"

Wait, what's going on with this style of painting?

Yu Ling felt that her brain was completely insufficient.

Another person said earnestly and sincerely: "Little friend Yu, please be sure to pack the young master away when you come here this time, so that we don't have to live in pain and suffering!"

"That's right, little friend Yu, the important task of saving Fangyuan Palace falls on you. We pay you the highest respect!"

"Oh, don't talk nonsense! According to me, if Little Friend Yu can get the young master out, I am willing to contribute one-third of my property!"

The sound was buzzing and noisy, and Yu Ling felt dizzy for a while. There was only one thought left in her heart. Fang Jingcheng's title as the Great Demon King was not for nothing. Look at the suffering that the people in Fangyuan Hall were put into.

He looks so angry...

"Shh, everyone, please keep your voice down, in case the palace master hears it..." Kang Shu said with a bitter smile.

The big man from before quickly answered: "The palace master has been away for the past two days, and the young master has almost demolished the main palace. You don't know how miserable our life is. Oh my girl, she was touched by that bastard again and again."

Touch, how will she get married in the future..."

"Then you have to keep your voice down, in case the young master hears it..." Kang Shu said helplessly.

The air suddenly became quiet, and there was no trace of noise.

Then a lazy voice came from afar: "Hey, why are you all gathered here? I've been back for so long, so you don't need to hold a special welcome ceremony, right?"

The crowd behind Yu Ling quickly retreated like a tide, and in the blink of an eye he was the only one standing there, oh no, there was Kang Shu.

"Hey, why is it you? Am I dazzled?" When Young Master Fang saw Yu Ling, his expression was as complicated as if he had opened a dyeing room.

Kang Shu plucked up the courage and said, "Young Master, the palace master asked us to bring little friend Yu here to entertain him..."

"Come on, come on, I'll just entertain you. If you have something to say, just say it. If you have nothing to do, just step aside!" Fang Jingcheng waved his hand.

The cultivators in Fangyuan Hall could only cast sympathetic looks at Yu Ling, and then retreated without saying a word.

A dead Taoist friend is not a poor Taoist, little friend Yu, we will burn high incense for you! You will always live in our hearts!

Fang Jingcheng walked down the steps with a smile, patted Yu Ling's shoulder affectionately, and said with a smile like a spring breeze: "You rare guest, since you came to your door yourself, no, no, no, since you took the initiative to visit, I am the landlord.

It should be nice, so I can entertain you!"

Kang Shu quickly sent a message to Yu Ling: "Little friend Yu, if you can't bear it, let's withdraw first and wait until the palace master comes back!"

Fang Jing seemed to have heard his message and instantly gave him a threatening look: "Lao Kang, I treat you pretty well on weekdays, right?"

"Ahem, young master..."

"No one can save him today, I will pay back all the previous debts!" ​​Fang Jingcheng said with a malicious smile: "Finally he fell into my hands, and you have today, hahahaha..."

"Who gave you the confidence?" Yu Ling said speechlessly.

"This is an independent space isolated from the outside world. Your walkie-talkie can't contact Guiyun at all. Just give up. No one can come to save you today, hahahaha!" Fang Jingcheng laughed like an old witch.

Similar.

...This middle school boy is hopeless.

"Look at my dragon formation, suffer death!" Fang Jingcheng was obviously in the late stage of the second syndrome. He stamped his foot on the ground, and the golden lines stacked up in circles shone brightly.

"Young Master, are you serious?" Kang Shu was shocked.

Fang Jingcheng stood far away and said with a smile: "Don't worry, you can't kill anyone. You don't know. This guy is very resistant to beating. Even if the skin peels off, it will be fine in the blink of an eye. I can safely and boldly let him go."

Open the formation!"

"...But young master, I am also in the formation!" Kang Shu was about to cry but had no tears.

"Well, I'm sorry. I only activated 10% of the power. You should probably be fine, right?" Fang Jingcheng looked innocent.

"Young Master, 10% of the power is also a high-grade phantom god spiritual formation! I am only in the early stage of phantom god!"

"Then...what kind of wooden coffin do you like? I will buy it for you now?"

Yu Ling has nothing to say. Having such an excellent young master is really a disaster for Fangyuan Palace.
Chapter completed!