Fenglan pressed his left arm lightly.

Since possessing the colorful spar, the spellcasting power of the Seven-Star Immortal Sword has become stronger every time.

Immortal swords and magic weapons can be nourished by the power of heaven and earth to restore divine power or improve themselves.

This statement is generally correct.

However, Feng Lan had no knowledge of the colorful crystals, and was only frightened by the fact that the big black snake could defeat the old black dragon in the mysterious fantasy world.

Since the colorful crystal is hidden in the left arm, physical injuries will recover quickly. When casting the spell, the spiritual energy stored in the acupuncture points all over the body will be moistened by rain and dew, making it smooth and silky.

It seems that, combined with the secret method of Zhangtian Sect, "Wind Snow Sutra", it is seamless and infinitely powerful.

The wind and waves are always sober and must be controlled.

Feng Lan used the fairy sword to search the body of the man in black, and then fixed his gaze on the dying yellow light in front of him.

"Lao Jiu, who did you kill?"

As we were about to get closer, someone suddenly asked.

"I am the one who killed Lao Jiu."

The wind rushed towards the speaker.

The sword is powerful and majestic.

"Seven stars..."

Before the man could finish his words, he was killed by the Seven Star Sword.

The rumbling pressure carried by the Seven-Star Immortal Sword echoed in the valley.

"The wind is tight, call away."

Twenty-one men in black disappeared on the other side of the valley like ghosts.

"Amitabha." After the Buddha chanted for a long time, "Is this Junior Brother Fenglan from the Zhangtian Sect?"

"Who are you?"

Fenglan was alert to the surrounding environment and was careful to approach the yellow light.

"But Senior Brother Liao Zhi from Tianlong Palace?"

Someone behind me asked with a strong voice.

Ye Chengfeng's voice.

"Hehe. Lao Qi, you are really naughty." Wang Fengnian said with a ghost smile, "Why is the Seven-Star Immortal Sword so powerful?"

"It's shameful that the magic used is not the magical power passed down from our direct descendant." Ximen Xiaoyu frowned and said fiercely.

At this moment, four monks came over.

It turned out to be a disciple of the "Le" generation in Tianlong Hall.

The first person was pale, his lips were rotten, and his face was distorted by pain.

The other two people were of plain appearance, of medium build, and had obviously disturbed breathing.

The youngest monk has a high protruding forehead, like a sarcoma, a fat face, big ears, thick lips, and a flat nose that seems to have been deliberately suppressed. He is tall and his buttocks are surprisingly fat and round.

The little monk kept scratching his neck, sometimes rubbing his hands tightly, sometimes turning his eyes violently, and making a strange hoarse sound from his throat.

Suddenly, the young monk sniffed hard, grabbed the wine jar from Feng Lan's hand, tore open the mud seal, raised his head, and poured the wine into his mouth without spilling a drop, as if pouring it directly into his stomach.

The ten kilogram jar of wine was consumed in one go.

The little monk's face turned rosy, and his whole body exuded a strange heat, as well as an earthy fragrance.

"Prajna Sutra?" Ye Chengfeng said softly, trying hard to restrain his excitement and shock.

Feng Lan looked at the fourth senior brother and realized that the "Prajna Sutra" practiced by this young monk was probably some of the supreme Buddhist teachings of Tianlong Hall.

"The drunken flower sculpture of Dingfeng Tower." The young monk laughed loudly, "It's so happy. If there are two more altars, my injury can be healed."

"Junior brother, please don't lose your etiquette." The leading young monk said, "Thank you to the four senior brothers for helping me save you."

"Hmm. It turns out that he is Junior Brother Luojie, the eldest disciple of Monk Fuzhi." Ye Chengfeng said solemnly, "I heard from my master that the Prajna Sutra of Tianlong Hall was left behind by an unknown monk. It has been sutra for more than ten generations.

The eminent monks of Tianlong Hall researched and found out the method. Unexpectedly, Junior Brother Liaojie, who is one year younger than my Seventh Junior Brother, can actually emit the 'dew-rich' breath of the first level of the Prajna Sutra."

Feng Lan looked at the ring.

The ring is also staring at Feng Lan with big eyes.

"Do you want to be comparison, the snow and snow in the palm of Tianzong, or is the Prajna Yan Jing of the Tianlong Temple?" The ring asked specially seriously.

"I am very willing to teach the supreme Dharma of Tianlong Temple."

Feng Lan toughly answered, thinking about how the Buddhist gate has a realm description such as "dew flowers"?

"Master brother, how can you be so rude?" Knowing that he was busy, "Today, thanks to the brothers of the Tianzong of Tianzong, the four people and other people did not die in Xueyuan."

"My Seventh Master is also a little good." Ye Chengfeng was polite everywhere, telling Feng Lan, "Seven Master, don't forget Master's teachings and entrustment."

Feng Lan frowned silently, but also gave his brother a full face.

After all, Ye Chengfeng is the person in the team.

"Brother Zhilian in Tianlong Temple, is the poison of" Tian Fei Cao "?" Feng Lan asked.

When Zhuo Yifan described the poisonous spirit, the "Tian Fei Cao" was one of the most powerful poisons in the snow area.

Then, then

"Brother Feng, good eyesight. You know youthful consciousness, accidentally rape, and misunderstand Tian Fei Cao poison." He nodded.

"Cocoon Xuanmu?"

In the knowledge, Feng Lan took out a three -inch golden root for three inch, about the little thumb, and shocked.

"Except for Brother Zhi, the other two brothers are all the virus of Tian Fei. These mysterious wood should be enough to detoxify three brothers." Feng Lan handed over, "Brother Zhi, what is the martial arts of blood spirit swords?"

I knew that I did not hesitate to take the cocoon mysterious wood, and looked shocked. I forgot to thank you.

Feng Lan took out a wooden sign.

"It's really." Knowing anger, "Mixing the account, this faction has been self -presence with the famous door, and the Tianjianzong, Yuan Shimen, and have had a letter of communication with the contempt.

Test. "

"Brother Zhizhi, the sky is about to be dark, let's go back to Yuanyang mirror first, and then discuss it."

Ye Chengfeng immediately prevented Fenglan from continuing to speak, and took everyone back to the purple cloud hood of Yuanyang Mirror.

"According to me, they should be a man who ambush the palm of the Tianzong. It happened to meet the four brothers of the Tianlong Temple, probably the evil of the thoughts." Feng Lan thought.

"Abominable." The ring roaring, "The four of us almost died on Xueyuan. Brother, destroy them."

"Blood Spirit Swordson, but the four -streaming door valve with three strong buildings, the inner strength cannot be underestimated." Another young monk shook his head and said.

"According to me, the four brothers detoxify first and restore their vitality." Ye Chengfeng was afraid of Fenglan arch fire, grabbing talk.

"What you see along the way can roughly determine that more and more cultivation forces do not take the five reigning door in your eyes. This is not a good signs."

Feng Lan said, take out the exquisite sleeping chair, exquisite stove, a small jade table, put a few small dishes, a few dishes, ready to eat.

Undoubtedly, before entering the northern region, it has been fully prepared.

Feng Lan looked at the corner of the two mouths slightly, handed him a altar wine, and said, "Can you eat together?"

"I guess, you will take care of some gifts."

After grabbing a snack, a bite into the mouth, chewed only two times, and swallowed it directly into the abdomen.

"Everyone, together, wine, tea, vegetables are absolutely enough."

Feng Lan greeted the others.

The eight people sat around, eating tea, drinking wine, boiling vegetables, and boiling meat. They ate happily and gradually talked about some topics about the world of cultivation.

After an hour, each occupied a space, detoxifying, practicing, and resting.

At dawn, the eight of them headed north together.

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The snow-covered plateau is extremely bitterly cold.

Occasionally, the places where people live together are extremely rare Feng Shui treasures.

Plum Blossom Town, looking at the Thirteen Cities in the Snowy Land, is very inconspicuous.

However, the atmosphere in the town is as good as anywhere.

In the northwest corner of the town, there is a large-scale Zhuangzi, which is somewhat famous, and can be compared with the fourth-rate cultivation sects such as Blood Spirit Sword Pavilion and Daxue Sect.

On this day, the village master was killing pigs and sheep, washing and skinning monsters, and everyone was beaming with joy.

When it was almost dark, eight uninvited guests arrived and were stopped by the monks patrolling the villa.

Wang Fengnian stepped forward and whispered a few words.
To be continued...