The Tiluo tree, with its lush branches, provides a large area of ​​shade outside Miluo City.i^

However, in this place where many monks gathered, there was only one figure standing at this moment, graceful but lonely. Behind her, there was a clear blue sky, a vast sea of ​​soft clouds, and a faint feeling of loneliness.

feel.

The breeze blew by, causing the purple clothes and skirts to flutter and flutter, showing a swaying grace. This beautiful scene seemed as if it should not exist in the world. It is precisely for this reason that several monks who usually pretend to be extraordinary

I didn't dare to come forward and strike up a conversation, let alone the other crooks.

Suddenly, a monk walked out of the city gate, as if he were taking a leisurely stroll. He only took one step, but he seemed to have crossed more than ten meters away. The distance of several hundred meters from Miluo City Gate to Tiluo Tree was actually reached in more than ten steps.

"The toad wants to eat the swan meat!"

Looking at the monk walking straight towards the beautiful female cultivator, although they saw that his footwork was extraordinary, the monks still murmured sourly, and then looked forward to seeing the monk being rejected.

Embarrassing.

Murong Yan, who had a frosty face at first, when she saw Wang Dong coming towards her, she suddenly smiled like the first melting snow in spring: "Fellow Daoist Wang, you are late..."

Although the smile was weak, it was so stunning that the guys who were waiting to see the joke suddenly turned to stone, with only that thrilling smile between his eyebrows.

Wang Dongqian smiled and said, "Fairy Murong is here early."

Wang Dong was not surprised at all that Murong Yan knew his name. After all, with the abilities of the four major families in Miluo City, it would not be difficult to find an ordinary monk in the foundation building stage.

Murong Yan did not dwell on the issue of time. With a wave of her hand, she held out a lotus leaf and enlarged it to three meters away in the wind. Then she stepped on it. The sound was like a silver bell surging, and like a pearl falling on a plate: "Time is urgent, fellow Taoist.

Come up.%&*”;”

Wang Dong nodded and stepped on the lotus leaf. It was soft but enough to bear the weight of two people. Standing on it, you could smell a faint fragrance of the lotus leaf, which was refreshing.

"What a magic weapon!" Wang Dong praised.

Murong Yan just smiled and waved her hand, and the lotus leaf suddenly turned into a stream of green light. The speed was not slow. Moreover, as soon as the lotus leaf flew up, a transparent barrier automatically rose in front of it, blocking all the strong winds.

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Wang Dong stood with his hands behind his back, standing at the forefront of the lotus leaves, overlooking the majestic mountains, which spread out in twists and turns. Although there was no strong wind blowing in his face, it still highlighted his unearthly temperament.

Murong Yan was also a little surprised. In fact, not every monk could do this magic weapon of hers. If the soul was too dirty, it would naturally be bounced away. From this point of view, Wang Dong's soul was still clean.

of?

Hey, he has actually built the fourth level of foundation. It seems that he only built the third level of foundation last month?

Murong Yan took a deep look at Wang Dong, thoughtfully in her heart.

This lotus leaf magic weapon is extremely fast. Even though it took two people with it, it was a few minutes faster than the speed of ordinary monks in the late stage of foundation building. It reached its destination in less than half an hour.

This is a mountain stream. The stream flows down from a high place and makes a tinkling sound. Perhaps it is because of the permeable water vapor. The entire mountain stream is surrounded by mist, just like a fairyland in a fairyland. Of course, you have to exclude the occasional bursts from the distance.

A roar.

The lotus leaves fell, Murong Yan just raised her hand, and the mist was immediately divided into two pieces, revealing a passage.

"This is the Lost Formation." Murong Yan explained.

Wang Dong naturally knows, and he also knows that this is probably a formation set up by the four major families in Miluo City. After all, although everyone knows that Langhuan Paradise will be opened in the near future, the specific location is unknown. This formation can also prevent some

If the monks happened to be passing by, otherwise they would swarm in. Even if the Langhuan blessed land was full of geniuses and treasures, they would not be able to withstand the destruction.

As the two of them strolled in, Wang Dong saw dozens of monks standing in front of a piece of flat land before they had gone far. Looking at the logos on their clothes, they were faintly divided into six factions. The man who once felt sorry for Wang Dong

Murong De from the east was also among them.

Murong Yan took a step forward, walked side by side with Wang Dong, and whispered: "These people are the Yang family of the city lord, and the four major families of Shangguan, Murong, Li, and Lin. The rest should be casual cultivators."

Wang Dong smelled a faint fragrance on his nose. The source should be Murong Yan beside him. This made Wang Dong slightly distraught and asked: "Why haven't those big sects come?"

Murong Yan chuckled softly, her body swayed slightly, and her proud breasts moved accordingly, but she heard her voice say: "The so-called Langhuan Paradise is actually a scam."

Oh? This is something new.

Through Murong Yan's explanation, Wang Dong finally understood that there were indeed geniuses and treasures in Langhuan Blessed Land, but they were only a hundred years old at most, and could only be entered by foundation-building monks. However, monsters were rampant there, and not only were there

There are Xuan-level monsters and even Earth-level monsters. The monks of the major sects all have their own medicine fields, and there is no need to risk their lives for these medicines that are not old enough.

The four major families do not have their own spiritual fields. If they want to develop, they naturally have to take risks. It is said that the ancestors of the four major families also made their fortunes due to the opening of Langhuan Paradise, so exploring Langhuan Paradise has become a kind of inheritance and a spirit.

, a kind of competition, as for those casual cultivators, they were used as cannon fodder to distract some monsters.

Wang Dong listened to her explanation, but he was full of doubts. There must be something weird in this Langhuan blessed land. Since there are so many monsters and monsters inside, there will naturally be some places that the foundation-building monks cannot reach. Naturally, those spiritual herbs will not be harvested. In this way,

If so, the year will definitely exceed a hundred years, but Murong Yan's words just now are certainly not without purpose. What's the mystery in this?

"What competition?" Wang Dong couldn't help but ask after hearing Murong Yan's tone fluctuate slightly when she mentioned the competition.

"Of course it's a matter of which genius finds more treasures and whoever kills more demonic beasts' inner elixirs!" Murong Yan glared at Shangguan Wuji in the distance. Although she took it back quickly, Wang Dong saw it.

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Shangguan Wuji stood there like a chicken standing out from the crowd, chatting happily with the monks around him. When he saw Wang Dong looking at him, he was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly, walked forward, and stared at Murong Yan as if he were looking at goods.

, smiled and said: "Yanmei, you really teamed up with this loser. It seems that you want to be the young lady of the official family, are you crazy?"

It was really a trick even while lying down. Wang Dong was speechless and couldn't help but speak.

"Who are you talking about, trash?"

"Trash, who else could you be?" Shangguan Wuji glared at Wang Dong displeased. How dare such an ant-like figure interrupt to talk to him?

Wang Dongzuo suddenly understood, and took Murong Yan's hand, which was as cold and smooth as silk. Murong Yan struggled for a moment, but did not break free. Wang Dong pulled him aside and whispered: "Yanyan, then

There's a loser talking to us, let's go further..."

This sentence from Yanyan immediately shocked everyone present. Even Murongde, who did not dare to come over, and Shangguan Wuji, who was scolded as a waste, were also stunned.

Someone actually dares to call Murong Yan Yanyan?

Murong Yan also felt dizzy with her pretty face, but when she heard that Wang Dong used that little trick to make Shangguan Wuji admit that he was a waste, it was very satisfying and made Murong Yan couldn't help but chuckle.
Chapter completed!