Outside Songhe Tower.

Feng Lan's palms each emitted a purple thunder light, which suddenly fissured, and purple wind blades loomed between the thunder lights.

The purple thunder light carried the wind blade and struck into a huge black mist.

The black mist instantly collapsed and dispersed.

The purple lightning became even more powerful, striking into the gray-robed Diaosou's chest and instantly spreading all over his body, tearing the powerful body of a high-level monk in the Condensation Realm into pieces.

When the Fenglan Kneading Technique is performed, the face is as flat as a lake, and the heart is stirred up by turbulent waves.

How can the first-level spell "Wind and Thunder Curse" be so powerful?

Colorful crystal stones have immeasurable bonuses to spells?

He pretended to be calm, put away the man's storage bag, walked into Songhe Tower, and looked around with contempt.

"Everyone here is rubbish."

Feng Lan walked out of Songhe Tower with a sneer and walked towards Nanbaofang.

"Mr. Lan, Mr. Chen wants you to go to Wang's house as soon as possible and wait."

When we were approaching Nanbaofang, an old servant whispered.

Feng Lan didn't notice how this person squeezed closer to him. Seeing the blue smoke glowing in the depths of his eyes, he couldn't tell his cultivation level.

"Sixth Senior Brother will stay at home for a few more days. I want to walk around and gain experience." Feng Lan said, "Excuse me, please tell me. If senior brothers want to set off, come to Songhe Tower and call me."

"There is a slight disturbance in the ancient city right now, and I am a little worried." The old servant said calmly and softly.

"I am a good person, why should I be afraid of trouble? Could it be that there is no room for good people in the ancient city?" Feng Lan said.

Feng Lan knew what the old servant said and didn't care.

Following more than a dozen head-to-head battles, he deeply understood the subtleties of magic and Taoism in actual combat, which was of great help to the cultivation of magic and Taoism.

If you study behind closed doors, it is easy to fall into an inexplicable sense of superiority, which is in great contrast with practical application.

For example, everyone thinks that the magic and Taoism of Zhang Tian Sect, a famous sect of Wuzheng, is superior to others.

In fact, when fighting against those strong men who are accustomed to living a life of licking blood with their swords, even the most inconspicuous Taoist and magical powers can play a subtle role in turning the tide of the battle.

Another example is that the high-level Taoist techniques and techniques of Zhangtian Sect are extremely difficult to practice and extremely difficult and obscure.

In actual combat, when fighting powerful enemies, you can realize that you don't need to strictly follow the rules of the Supreme True Dharma to kill the enemy. To fully utilize the Supreme True Dharma, you only need to understand a little bit of the secrets of the Supreme True Dharma, and you will benefit endlessly.

When fighting a strong enemy, you must understand every ounce of strength in your body and every ounce of strength available around you. What you can gain from this cannot be taught by a powerful master. You can only understand, summarize, and improve yourself through constant tempering.

The old servant was expecting and prepared, and was very calm. He knew very well that he could not "bring" Feng Lan back to the Wang family.

This boy, who is only fourteen years old, fights with others and uses his killing move, which will inevitably lead to death.

This world is more suitable for such people to find a place to establish themselves.

In the old servant's opinion, the Wang family's attitude towards Ye Chengfeng, Ximen Xiaoyu and Feng Lan was very bad.

Ye Chengfeng and Ximen Xiaoyu went to Yuanshi Gate to worship the mountain, accompanied by two important figures from the Wang family.

Fenglan walked out of the royal residence alone and went on his own.

What is certain now is that there is no good way to make up for it.

Before leaving the ancient city, Fenglan would not go to the Wang family again.

The old servant left quietly.

*                              *

Fenglan strolled around leisurely without trying to "buy" anything.

There are a few spiritual materials on which you can gamble your luck, so I resisted.

Not long after, passers-by heard something about the collapse of a certain mountain range.

He was sure that the matter had been completely spread, and that it was safe for the time being, so he returned to Songhe Tower, hoping to hear more reliable and more information.

The first floor of Songhe Tower was not full.

He chose a corner seat and sat down, ordered a table of wine and food, and tasted it slowly.

When the shopkeeper sees him, he always wears a weird smile that is hard to detect, an inexplicable playful smile that is a bit complicated.

Sure enough, a group of seven people appeared in Songhe Tower, dusty from their travels.

"The Xuanyin Mountain Range collapsed and triggered a wave of monsters. It's really strange."

"We have to go there early to grab a good chance."

They ordered food and drinks and started talking loudly.

Feng Lan was shocked, and naturally thought of the "illusion" situation of the battle between the black dragon and the black snake.

"What secrets are there there?"

He thought hard and couldn't figure out Chou Yinmao.

He found that many people listened to the conversation of the seven people and made their own judgments.

"The Xuanyin Mountains are one of the rumored locations of the 'Jinkui Tianhou Palace'." Someone suddenly interrupted and said gloomily, "If what you are saying is true, then things are not that simple."

"Yes, yes, that's the case." Another person continued, "If it is the real 'Tianhou Palace', then the bloodline of monsters affected by that feng shui treasure land will be unknown."

"Did someone steal the tomb?"

"Impossible, impossible, absolutely impossible. Think about it, everyone, how many strong fighters have fallen on this top and died miserably."

Everyone started a heated discussion and the hall was filled with a happy atmosphere.

"The reality is that the Xuanyin Mountain Range collapsed, triggering a wave of monsters."

A simple word brought everyone back to reality.

"It's early rather than late. Once 'they' take action, we won't even be able to drink soup."

"Yes, if 'they' take action, we won't even be able to keep our mouths warm by eating shit."

Words filled with complaints are spread and infect everyone's emotions.

Feng Lan knew that the "they" they were referring to were the forces of the cultivation sects headed by the Yuanshi Sect, the Immortal Society, and the Tianshang Guild, as well as the tangled family forces headed by Jiang, Xiong, Feng, and Hua Hua.

"Wait. Be patient and wait."

Feng Lan warned himself like this, then left the first floor, came to his room, went over everything carefully, and stopped thinking about it.

"Let everything take its course."

He soon became obsessed with cultivation and carefully understood the supreme true method of the twenty-eight postures sequence of Zhang Tian, ​​the "Seven Stars Form" and the "Zhu Xian Form".

The "Seven Star Form" is a magical power bestowed by the master during apprenticeship, which needs to be disclosed to the sect.

The "Zhu Xian Style" was secretly taught by the Master through the four senior brothers, and the entire sect was unaware of it.

Feng Lan cannot fully understand the serious relationship or reasons between them.

It is probably certain that every direct disciple will have an undisclosed inheritance of the supreme true Dharma similar to the "Zhu Xian Style".

"Perhaps, the Zhuxian Style is related to the Wind and Snow Sutra."

Feng Lan thinks so.

When practicing Taoism and magic, he will carefully study other sects, and will not deliberately care whether he learns it actively or passively.

"No matter which school of magic or Taoism it is, whether it is practiced or not is one thing, but how to use it is another matter."

When he practiced with this understanding, he felt more comfortable and at ease, and the stumbling blocks in cultivation became more interesting.

He is completely immersed in practice.

***

In the past two days, the Wang family did not come, and the three brothers had no news.

Feng Lan thinks that time is similar and can be moved.

When I walked out of the room, I realized that I would not come back again when I walked out of this Songhe Tower.

So, he deliberately replaced the hand in the palm of Tianzong's disciples, the combined blue gown, the tall collar to protect the neck, the waist belt with exquisite palm Tai Chi seal, the four symmetrical sword -shaped clothes straps in the front and back

The clothing just covers the feet.

In case, book the room for two days and pay the deposit.

Let the shopkeeper pack up sufficient dry food, buy many psychic drugs in the neighboring shops, four expensive high -end storage bags, and enter the direction of Xuanyin Mountains.

Entering the mountains, encounter two monks who are seriously injured.

They saw Feng Lan, and their eyes were more afraid of the light than seeing the brutal monster.

Feng Lan understands this kind of eyes, and when he sees people with this kind of eyes, people who have such a look died under his sword.

If the two people threatened their lives, he would kill the two without hesitation.

Now, it is not necessary at all.
To be continued...