"My friend Dai, I heard that you have been to the Falling Fairy Island."

Han Zhangxiang asked with a pleasant face.

Bailing Sanren nodded and said, "I've been there for you."

He had told Han Changming and Han Deling that he naturally could not deny it.

"We are going to go to the Flying Fairy Island to hunt for treasure. If you lead us the way and find what we want, we will never treat you badly. How about it?"

Han Zhangxiang asked with a sincere tone.

Bailing Sanren thought about it and agreed.

He had no choice at all. Three Nascent Soul monks came to him. If he refused, he would be too disrespectful. The consequences of offending the three Nascent Soul monks were very serious.

If you refuse, you will be unlucky immediately. If you agree, you may be unlucky later.

"Don't worry, we won't harm you, we just want you to lead us. This bottle of Jinyun Pill will be beneficial to your cultivation. After the event is completed, we will also give you a reward."

Han Chaoyang took out a golden porcelain bottle and threw it to Bailing Sanren.

If you want the horse to run fast, you have to feed the horse grass.

Bailingsan people thanked him and accepted the golden porcelain bottle, with a much more relaxed look.

"If you don't have any other period, let's set off as soon as possible! Don't delay major events."

Han Zhangxiang urged.

Bailing Sanren dared not to say no, and agreed repeatedly.

After leaving Hulufang Market, Han Zhangxiang slapped the storage bag and a red light flew out, which was the flying hearse.

"The best flying magic weapon!"

Bailing Sanren exclaimed, full of envy.

"Let's go! Use a flying hearse to rush on the road, and the speed will be faster."

Han Zhangxiang ordered, and walked to the beast car first, followed by Han Chaoyang and Liang Zhange.

Bailing Sanren responded and walked to the beast cart.

"Walk."

With Han Zhangxiang's whisper, the flying hearse suddenly shone red and flew towards the sky.

Not long after, they disappeared into the sky.

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A certain island with a radius of thousands of miles has dense vegetation and many dangerous mountains and steep peaks.

The sea water around the island is black and the sea surface is calm. Even if a strong wind whistles by, the sea surface is still calm without a ripples. The sky is gray, giving people a feeling of depression.

From time to time, black lightning broke through the sky and slashed towards the sea below.

On the beach is a golden stone tablet that is more than a hundred feet tall, with three large silver characters "Falling on the Immortal Island" written on it, shining with inspiration.

A white light flew from a distance. Not long after, the white light stopped. It was a white cloud-shaped object, with a flash of inspiration, obviously a flying magic weapon.

A team of monks stood on the white clouds, and the leader was Shangguan Yuwei.

The Shangguan family is one of the seven immortal cultivation families in the East China Sea. It has a profound foundation and is full of masters in the clan.

More than two hundred years ago, Shangguan Yuwei took her tribe members to the Qingli Sea, thinking that Wanmo Island would appear in the Qingli Sea, and she had to wait for decades, so she simply left.

Not long after they left, Wanmo Island appeared in the coral waters. The news reached Shangguan Yuwei's ears, making her angry to death.

This time, the ban on falling into the Immortal Island ushered in a period of weakness, and Shangguan Yuwei led a team of tribe members to the Immortal Island to look for treasure.

"The ban on the Immortal Island has ushered in the weak period. I wonder how many monks will die on the Immortal Island. Don't be careless and be on guard. Do you know?"

A fat round-faced man ordered, with a stern tone.

Shangguan Yu has the middle stage of Nascent Soul cultivation.

The Shangguan family has been on a downward trend over the years, and the family has not been connected and the faults are serious.

"Yes, Uncle Seven."

The Shangguan children said in unison.

"Uncle Qi, someone is here."

Shangguan Yuwei's face curled up and she looked into the sky.

A red escape light appeared in the distant sky. Not long after, the red escape light stopped. It was a four-sided beast car with bright red light. Four men stood inside, Han Zhangxiang and the other four.

"Hey, fellow Taoist Shangguan, it's you."

Liang Zhange saw Shangguan Yu and exclaimed lightly.

Shangguan Yu went to the offshore to do business in his early years and spent a while with Liang Zhange.

"Fellow Daoist Liang, why did you run to the inland sea?"

Shangguan Yu said in surprise.

"I heard that there is a fallen fairy island in the East China Immortal Cultivation World. There are many treasures on the island. Come and try your luck. Maybe my luck will come."

Liang Zhange pretended to be relaxed and had a smile on his face.

Shangguan Yu nodded, his eyes fell on Han Zhangxiang and Han Chaoyang, and asked curiously: "What are these two fellow Taoists?"

"I'm a man, Han Chaoyang, Jinjiao Island."

"hld Han Zhangxiang."

Han Chaoyang and Han Zhangxiang reported their names one after another.

"Fellow Daoist Liang, I won't bother you anymore. I will go to our Shangguan family to sit there when I have time."

Shangguan Yu sent an invitation, pinched the magic trick, and the white clouds flew towards the Falling Immortal Island.

Han Zhangxiang narrowed his eyes and stared at the white clouds.
Chapter completed!