Body maid is very enchanting

The Tilo tree, with luxuriant branches, casts a large area of ​​shade outside Miluo City. i^

However, this is a place where many monks gather, but at this moment there is only one figure standing, Miaoman is lonely, behind her is a clear blue sky, a vast and gentle sea of ​​clouds, and a touch of loneliness. feel.

The breeze blew past, driving the purple skirt and skirt, fluttering and dancing, revealing a swaying grace.This beautiful scene seems like it should not exist in the world, and because of this reason, a few monks who are usually pretentious did not dare to come forward to strike up a conversation, let alone the other crooked melons. .

All of a sudden, a monk walked out of the city gate, as if walking in a leisurely garden. He only took one step, but it seemed that he had crossed more than ten meters away.

"Toad wants to eat!"

Seeing the monk walking straight towards the direction of the beautiful cultivator, although he could see that his footwork was extraordinary, the monks still muttered sourly, and then looked forward to seeing the monk be rejected. embarrassing.

Murong Yan, whose face was originally full of frost, when she saw Wang Dong approaching, she suddenly burst into a faint smile like spring snow: "Friend Wang, you are late..."

Although the smile was light, it was extremely amazing. All the guys who were waiting to see the joke were suddenly petrified, and there was only that shocking smile on their brows and eyes.

Wang Dong smiled dryly and said, "It's Fairy Murong who came early."

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

Murong Yan didn't delve too deeply into the issue of time. With a wave of her hand, she sacrificed a lotus leaf, which was enlarged to three meters away in the wind, and then she stepped on it. Her voice was like silver bells stirring, and like pearls falling on a plate: "Time is running out, fellow daoist! Come up. %&*";"

Wang Dong nodded, and stepped on the lotus leaf, which was soft enough to bear the weight of two people. Standing on it, he could still smell a faint fragrance of lotus leaves, which lifted his spirits.

"What a magic weapon!" Wang Dong praised.

Murong Yan just smiled, and with a wave of her bare hand, the lotus leaf immediately turned into a green streamer, the speed was not slow, and, just as it flew up, a transparent barrier automatically rose in front of the lotus leaf, blocking all the wind from outside .

Wang Dong stood with his hands behind his back, standing at the front of the lotus leaves, overlooking the majestic mountains, which meandered and spread. Although there was no strong wind blowing against his face, he still showed his dusty temperament.

Murong Yan was also a little astonished. Not every monk can do this magic weapon of her own. If the soul is too dirty, it will naturally be bounced away. From this point of view, Wang Dong's soul is still clean is it?

Huh, he actually built the fourth floor of the foundation, it seems that he only built the third floor of the foundation last month?

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

This lotus leaf magic weapon was extremely fast. Although it took two people with it, it was a bit faster than the speed of ordinary monks in the late stage of foundation establishment, and arrived at the destination in less than half an hour.

This is a mountain stream, the stream flows from a high place, there is a tinkling sound, perhaps because of the pervasive water vapor, the entire mountain stream is surrounded by mist, like a fairyland, of course, we must exclude the occasional bursts from far away There was a roar.

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

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

Naturally, Wang Dong knew, and also knew that this was probably a formation formed by the four major families in Miluo City. After all, although everyone knew that the blessed land of Langhuan would be opened in the near future, the exact location was unknown. This formation could also prevent some The monks who happened to pass by would not be able to withstand the devastation even if there were geniuses and treasures everywhere in Langhuan Blessed Land.

As the two strolled in, Wang Dong saw dozens of monks scattered in front of a flat ground. Looking at the logo on the clothes, they were faintly divided into six factions. Murong De from the East is also among them.

Murong Yan took a step forward, walked side by side with Wang Dong, and said softly: "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 loose cultivators."

Wang Dong smelled a faint fragrance from the nostrils, the source should be Murong Yan beside him, this made Wang Dong a little distracted, and asked, "Why didn't those big sects come?"

Murong Yan laughed softly, her body swayed slightly, and the proud twin peaks moved accordingly, but she heard her voice transmission: "The so-called Langhuan Blessed Land is actually a hoax."

oh?This is nothing new.

Through Murong Yan's explanation, Wang Dong finally understood that there are indeed geniuses and treasures in Langhuan Blessed Land, but the age is at most a hundred years, and they can only be entered by foundation-building monks, but there are monsters and beasts rampant there, not only There are mysterious monsters, even prefecture-level monsters, and monks from the big sects have their own medicinal fields, so there is no need to die for these insufficient medicinal materials.

The four major families do not have their own spiritual fields, so if they want to develop, they will naturally have to take risks. It is said that the ancestors of the four major families also made their fortunes because of the opening of Langhuan blessed land, so exploring Langhuan blessed land has become a kind of inheritance, a kind of spirit , a kind of competition, as for those casual cultivators, they were used as cannon fodder to distract the attention of some monsters.

Hearing her explanation, Wang Dong was full of doubts in his heart. This Langhuan Blessed Land must be weird. Since there are so many monsters and beasts in it, there will naturally be some places that foundation cultivators cannot reach. Naturally, those spiritual herbs will not be picked. If so, the year will definitely exceed a hundred years, but what Murong Yan said just now is naturally not aimless, what is the mystery in it?

"What competition?" Wang Dong couldn't help asking when Murong Yan mentioned the competition, her tone fluctuated slightly.

"Of course, which one finds the most geniuses and earth treasures, and which one kills the most monster inner alchemy!" Murong Yan gave Shangguan Wuji a fierce look in the distance. Although he retracted it quickly, Wang Dong saw it. .

That Shangguan Wuji was like standing out from the crowd, standing there, chatting happily with the surrounding monks, seeing Wang Dong looking at him, he was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly, walked forward, stared at Murong Yan as if looking at goods , smiled and said: "Sister Yan, you really teamed up with this trash, it seems that you want to be the young lady of the official family, are you crazy?"

It's really a trick to lie down, Wang Dong was speechless and couldn't help but speak.

"Who is the trash talking about?"

"The waste is talking about you, who else can it be!" Shangguan Wuji glared at Wang Dong in displeasure. How dare such an ant-like character interrupt to talk to him?

Wang Dongzuo suddenly realized, he grabbed Murong Yan's hand, it was cold and smooth, like silk, Murong Yan struggled a little, but did not break free, Wang Dong pulled him aside, whispered: "Yanyan, what There's a trash talking about us, let's go far away..."

This sentence of Yan Yan directly shocked all the people present, even Murong De who dared not come over, and Shangguan Wuji who was scolded as a waste were also stunned.

How dare someone call Murong Yan Yan Yan?

Murong Yan's pretty face was also dizzy, but she heard that Wang Dong used that trick to make Shangguan Wuji admit that he was a waste, which was very satisfying, and Murong Yan couldn't help but chuckled.

Looking at Murong Yan's beautiful smile, and seeing Wang Dong still holding Murong Yan's hand, Shangguan Wuji looked like he was wearing dozens of green hats, his entire face was covered in green...