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Old Man Cai rushed to the river like lightning, and saw the surging river water flowing south, and there was no trace of it. The dark red little bug also seemed to have encountered a nemesis, and was spinning in place like a headless fly.

Old Man Cai was so angry that he blew his sword into the river, and instantly blasted the river water to form a huge vortex. After venting it, Old Man Cai then took the dark red insect and flew along the river.

Since last time he competed with a woman in the yellow-clothed woman in the Mimi Valley, he has improved after two years of rest and treatment. This kind of damage to the sea of ​​spiritual consciousness is the most difficult to treat. It took only half an hour for the woman in the yellow-clothed woman to be lucky enough to get Jiji's treatment. However, Old Man Cai has taken many souls to nourish the spirit in the past two years to improve, and it has not been completely cured, so he dare not use his spiritual consciousness to investigate. The wrong way is Han Yun locked by Old Man Cai's spiritual consciousness before entering the water.

The dark red little bug could no longer sense Han Yun after Han Yun entered the water, which allowed Han Yun to escape.

Old Man Cai flew along the river for most of the day but didn't see Han Yun floating out of the water. Then he sent out the "Send the Sword of the Letter" and called on other fellow disciples to come.

Inside the ancient pattern gourd, Han Yun was casually crossing his legs, lying on his back, resting his head comfortably on Zhao Yao's jade legs, while Zhao Yao directed the snake-shaped sword to fly up and down, making various chopping and sprinting movements.

Han Yun looked up at the two raised plump balls above boredly, swallowed secretly from time to time, and couldn't help but raise his hand and stroked it.

"Pig, huh?" Zhao Yao happened to take back the snake-shaped sword, lowered her head and wanted to say something to Han Yun. She found that Han Yun's evil hand was still one centimeter away and pressed it on the peak on one side of her. She couldn't help but open her eyes widened.

Han Yun took his hand back, sat up quickly, and said in a panic: "A ant flew away just now!"

"Puff! Dingtut!" Zhao Yao was angry and funny and cursed Han Yun with a glance. This bad guy is so clumsy when he makes excuses, he has a thief but no courage.

Han Yun laughed whisperingly, but Zhao Yao took the initiative to roll into Han Yun's arms and said softly: "Pig, Yaoyao's whole person, her whole heart is yours. Why are you anxious? As long as you find that sacred tree, they will follow you in everything! Otherwise... hum!"

Han Yun was still full of joy and moved at the beginning. He immediately started to feel bitter when he heard it. Zhao Yao laughed out loud, pounded Han Yun lightly, and said with a blushing face: "Look at your future, when we all practice to the Golden Pill stage, then that... that's OK!"

Han Yun's eyes lit up, he held Zhao Yao and kissed him fiercely, and said with a giggle: "This is what you said. After the Golden Pill stage, we will be able to practice dual cultivation together!"

Zhao Yao pinched Han Yun hard, turned her head and nodded lightly, and her snow-white neck was dyed with a layer of red glow: "But you have to avenge your father first!"

Han Yun nodded violently like a chicken pecking at rice: "Of course, my father-in-law's revenge will naturally avenge him!"

The two hugged each other and sat quietly for a while.

"Pig guys, we have been hiding for more than a month, so there should be no problem. This place is too narrow to practice flying with swords!" Zhao Yao said coquettishly. She urged Han Yun to go out half a month ago. Han Yun shook his head decisively. The feeling of being locked between forty or fifty miles made Han Yun very concerned, and he said softly: "No, wait for another month! Anyway, there is no hurry, safety first, anyway, this river also flows southward, it is best to flow all the way to Nanchen!"

"Hmph, a timid pig!" Zhao Yao pouted dissatisfiedly, and Han Yun sucked his mouth with a big mouth with a honest and unceremonious look.

Two months later, when Han Yun and Zhao Yao came out of the ancient gourd, they saw that the surroundings were misty and the calm water surface was endless, and several white water birds slid past the water from time to time.

Han Yun and Zhao Yao sat on their seats and flew above the water.

"Have you already left the sea?" Zhao Yao exclaimed. Han Yun shook his head, pointed to the calm water surface below and said: "It should be a huge lake, and the sea surface will not be so calm!"

Zhao Yao couldn't help but be dumbfounded, there was an endless lake.

Han Yun had indeed guessed correctly. As the positions of the two men continued to rise, the whole picture below gradually appeared. The huge lake was at least thousands of miles away, in the shape of a mirror. The fog and the blue waves were slightly swaying. However, the lake was surrounded by mountains, with a breath of ancient and ancient times everywhere.

"Ah, this should be the Mirror Lake of the Monster Mountains!" Zhao Yao exclaimed. Although Han Yun was born in Nanchen, he was just a country boy, and his range of activities was limited to places within mortals, so he was not familiar with this Monster Mountains.

"Yaoyao, do you know where the Killing Wood Sect is?" Han Yun asked, glanced at the vast mountains below. Zhao Yao felt a little sour in her heart, and gave Han Yun a blank look and said coldly: "I'm so anxious to find your Xuanyue?"

Han Yun was stunned. He said casually. Unexpectedly, Zhao Yao was so sensitive. He hurriedly smiled and said, "How is that? But where are we going now?"

Zhao Yao stretched out his hand and pointed to the south, "The Eight Sects of Nanchen are not in the Monsters Mountains. They all stand in the Nanling Mountains near the sea. There are more monsters there and more powerful! And it is not far from the Monster Hunting Sea, which is convenient for hunting. I heard that there are so many monsters in the Monster Hunting Sea. People from the Eight Sects of Nanchen like to hunting, but there are fewer people here in the Monsters Mountains!"

"Yaoyao, you know so much!" Han Yun flattered Han Yun a little. Zhao Yao angrily said, "Come on, I came to Nanchen once back then, but I met the demon star in your fate!" Zhao Yao was moved and looked at Han Yun affectionately.

Han Yun felt relieved, and he had the urge to hug Zhao Yao into his arms and sympathize with love. Zhao Yao gently tweaked her hair, put on her veil, and said softly: "Because the eight sects of Nanchen are relatively close, transactions are frequent, and local markets are much more prosperous than our Beichen! There are as many as four markets that have just become famous! They are also crowded and very lively on weekdays!"

Han Yun was quite unbelievable. Could it be that Nanchen's cultivators no longer need to practice and wander around the streets all day long?

Zhao Yao glanced at Han Yun: "You will know when you go!"

The two of them flew carefully for three days before finally entering the Nanling Mountains. The aura of prehistoric here became stronger. There were many high peaks, with heavy fog and beautiful. From time to time, they heard the roar of monsters.

I met many hunting cultivators along the way. It seems that the popularity here is indeed much stronger than that in Beichen. If I were in Beichen, I would probably not have met a team of people for a few days. Han Yun and Zhao Yao, one with purple and one green, two divine horses, and the third-level upper-level flying mounts emitted by Zhao Yao's body, even if they were covered with a veil, it attracted frequent attention. However, no one dared to mess with Zhao Yao's foundation-building cultivation, and Han Yun's eighth level of Qi Refining cultivation.

"Yaoyao, where are we?" Han Yun turned his head and asked. This time he didn't dare to ask where the Kumu Sect was.

"Puff! Look at you, it's like a cockfighting!" Zhao Yao looked at Han Yun's chest-up and abdomen, with sharp eyes, and did not dare to laugh, but her heart was sweet. Han Yun laughed a little awkwardly. The passing cultivators peeked at Zhao Yao from time to time, which made Han Yun very upset. He couldn't help but straighten his chest and abdomen, and tried hard to squeeze out two fierce lights. He looked like a master of "Sharp Brother", as if he was declaring his ownership of Zhao Yao. It would be better not to mess with Brother, otherwise he would be very angry and the consequences would be very serious!

Not to mention, this really has some effect. Those who have lower cultivation than Han Yun, glanced at Han Yun's eyes and immediately rushed by quickly. They had not met cultivators with higher cultivation than Han Yun on the way, so Han Yun was so proud that he kept his chest and abdomen, and his eyes were full of murderous aura.

"Hehe, isn't I very murderous in this way?" Han Yun said with a haha. Zhao Yao gave him a blank look and said annoyedly: "It's very murderous, very much like my thug slave!"

Han Yun almost fainted. It turned out that he had been regarded as a thug slave of Zhao Yao, a beautiful woman with a great temperament. Han Yun immediately relaxed and urged Zihuang to fly next to Qingluan, and said, "Have you ever seen a handsome, majestic and unyielding slave like me? They are blind!"

"Okay, the cows are bragging to the sky, and they are teasing you!" Zhao Yao said angrily. Han Yun touched his nose and reached out to pull Zhao Yao over.

"Ah! Bad guy! What are you doing?" Zhao Yao screamed in surprise. Han Yun rushed Zihuang to fly forward with both hands from the back building, laughing and said, "Now, my servant, gave the lady a favor!" He said and kissed Zhao Yao on the back of the neck.

"Damn it, let go, someone is flying over again!" Zhao Yao said ashamed. Han Yun hugged him tightly, and his fingers scratched Zhao Yao's lower abdomen through his dress. Zhao Yao immediately whimpered, leaning softly into Han Yun's arms, tilting his head and buried it under Han Yun's armpit.

At this time, a team of cultivators passed by Han Yun from afar, with envy and jealousy in their eyes, but no strange look.

"Damn it, needless to say, they must be the evil young men from the eight sects!"

"It goes without saying that everyone knows the infamous reputation of Nanchen Eighth Young Master. This beautiful cabbage was urged by the pig again..."

"Why are you talking so much nonsense? Live impatiently..."

Although they didn't speak loudly, Han Yun and Zhao Yao still vaguely heard it!

"Puff! Bad guy, evil slave!" Zhao Yao laughed, Han Yun tightened his hands tightly, and said hilariously: "Eighth Young Master Nanchen, there are indeed rich second generations everywhere. Have you heard of Yaoyao?"

Zhao Yao shook her head and said, "I heard that, but the eight people are referring to, but they don't dream. They should be from the Eight Sects of Nanchen. They don't sound good!"

Han Yun smiled and said to himself: "I'm not a good person either. I'm going to provoke me, so I don't care about his eighth and nineh!"

Han Yun hugged Zhao Yao's soft body, as if he was so comfortable that he didn't want to move. There was no one on the back of the green phoenix. He easily flew around the purple phoenix and stretched his head to tease the purple phoenix from time to time. The purple phoenix pretended to peck, and it flew away a little further.

"Puff!" Zhao Yao looked at it interestingly, looked up at Han Yun, and said angrily: "My Qingluan has also learned bad things from you! Now she is full of scoundrel!"

Han Yun smiled, took out a spirit stone and threw it over. Qingluan swallowed it in one mouthful, blinked gratefully, and let out a crisp chirping. Han Yun was so excited in his heart that he threw another piece over. This time, Qingluan held it in his mouth and sent it to Zihuang's mouth. Zihuang hesitated for a moment and pecked it over and swallowed it. Qingluan took the opportunity to rub his head over and rub it.
Chapter completed!