Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 606 The Covenant of the Witch Clan
While flying away along the way, he noticed that many monks were paying attention to him, and there were some pointing points in the distance. He didn't pay much attention to the dialect, so he quickly escaped from the inner door and came to a valley, which is where Li The Yingbin Valley introduced by Wei, although he has never been here before, but dialect quickly found the No. [-] courtyard mentioned in the message of Taoist Jianxing, the one with the highest position and the most aura.

Before he got there, Fang Yan discovered that the gate of the courtyard had been opened, and just after he landed, he received a burst of spiritual consciousness into the sea of ​​consciousness: "Fang Yan, please come in."

It was the skinny monk who joined hands at the beginning, the distracted monk of the Witch Clan.

Fang Yan stepped into the courtyard, and saw that the skinny monk was already standing in the courtyard waiting for him. A distracted monk greeted him, a Nascent Soul descendant, in such a way. Fang Yan felt a little more suspicious, but the etiquette was not lost, and he cupped his hands and said : "Senior, please be polite. I trouble you to wait for this junior here for so long. This junior would also like to thank the senior for helping me."

Hearing the words in dialect, the skinny monk waved his hands and said, "Friends in dialect, you don't need to call me senior, you and I can meet each other in the same generation. My surname is Wu and my name is Chanming. When it comes to things back then, it started with me. If it wasn't for me, Those few people couldn't find a Taoist friend at all."

It's nothing to talk about peers, and it's not the first time that Fang Yan has done this kind of thing. After hearing the words, Fang Yan said: "Brother Wu, don't bother with what happened back then, and it's not too late to settle accounts when you meet them in the future. I don't know, brother Waiting for me, but what's the matter?"

Wu Chanming seemed very satisfied with the dialect name, nodded and said: "Let's not talk about the matter first, you can take this magic weapon. It was originally yours. It was only because you wanted to get rid of the imprint in it that you didn't give it to you directly. Now The imprint has been expelled by me, and there will be no more problems."

While speaking, Wu Chanming turned his backhand, and a bone staff appeared in his hand, which was the bone staff that dialect chose and then discarded.

But in the eyes of Fang Yan, this bone staff seems to be much brighter than before, but Fang Yan did not pick up this magic weapon: "Brother Wu, since this magic weapon has already been in my hands, it is time for my brother to practice it." , it can only be effective in the hands of the monks of the witch clan, but it will be a waste of money in the hands of the younger brother."

Wu Chanming remained unmoved, and still handed the bone stick to Fang Yan: "Of course you can sacrifice and practice, and you can also stimulate great power. Although you have a high-grade spiritual weapon to protect yourself, with your cultivation base, you still don't need it." It is better to use it frequently, it will inevitably attract prying eyes, even a distracted cultivator cannot resist the temptation of a high-grade spiritual weapon."

Dialect has no doubts about how attractive the top-grade spiritual weapon is, and has proved this more than once. Wu Chanming, who made Dialect pay attention to the first sentence, said that he can also practice the magic weapon of the Wu clan, and it can also stimulate a huge force. Power?Fang Yan realized that this was the biggest purpose of this distracted monk's trip, so he stopped making detours and asked immediately: "Huh? Brother Wu said that I can practice this magic weapon, but because of the skills I practiced Law?"

"It's a skill, but more importantly, it's because you once refined the blood of the witch god." Wu Chanming didn't hide anything, Dang even said.

Blood of the Witch God?Even if the dialect flashed past the two drops of jet-black blood that he collected and refined in the barren mound, it was because of these two drops of jet-black blood that his Fanjue body training skills could be improved by a large margin. There are a few drops, and it may be possible to break through again, but now the great monk of the witch clan mentions that he undoubtedly knows these two drops of blood very well, so he immediately asked: "Brother Wu, I don't know if the blood of the witch god What does blood matter?"

"The blood of the witch god is said to be transformed by the blood of the ancestor of the witch. This matter is still unknown, but there is no doubt that the blood of the witch god can improve the skills of the witch clan. I must have felt its power." Wu Chanming stared at the dialect, and spoke slowly, as if watching every trace of the dialect's reaction.

Dialect didn't pay attention to Wu Chanming's gaze, but asked, "Brother Wu, you mean the body training technique I practice is the Wu Clan technique?"

"That's right, the Fanjue body training technique you practice is one of the supreme sacred formulas of our Wu clan. The Fanjue body training technique, brother dialect, I have stayed here for more than ten years, just to invite my brother to come to my Wu clan in person. .”

"En?" Hearing that it was a holy formula, he invited himself to go to the Wu Clan. After so many years in the Xuanlan Domain, the Wu Zhi Clan has a good reputation, but he has never heard of anyone who has been to the Wu Zhi Clan, even Few people know where the Witch Clan is. There is only one approximate location because monks from the Witch Clan appear a little more frequently there. Now, the Witch Clan's distracted monk invited himself to the Witch Clan because he The Vatican Jue body training technique and the blood of the witch god?

Fang Yan was suspicious in his heart. This monk Wu Chanming had not been malicious since the first meeting. Otherwise, with his cultivation base, there was no need to be polite at the beginning, and he could capture him directly. After all, he didn't know that he had a high-grade spirit at the beginning. Armor body protection, even now, it is still a matter of peers in terms of distraction cultivation base, there is no sign of overwhelming others, sincerity can be seen, but whether or not to go to this place of the witch clan, the dialect has not made a decision for a while, it is true It's because I have too little understanding of Xuanlan's Domain and the Wuzhi Clan, and my own strength is too low.

"Brother Wu, at least I can't leave recently. I originally planned to practice in seclusion. It might take more than a hundred years." After thinking for a while, Fang Yan said slowly to Wu Chanming.

Wu Chanming was obviously aware of Fang Yan's hesitation, and also guessed Fang Yan's concerns, but after hearing that Fang Yan didn't directly refuse, he still smiled and said: "It's okay, I don't need to go now, brother, even if I want to go, brother also At least you need to have Yuanyuanying Dzogchen practice, or to practice the holy formula to the fourth level. It’s good for me to remember this, but I can’t stay here any longer. I must return to the clan immediately. Take the ring brother, if you need my help with anything, you can go to Xiji City to activate it after the sacrificial training, and there will be members of my Wu clan to meet you brother."

As he spoke, Wu Chanming took out a bone ring, handed it to Fang Yan together with the bone staff, and fled outside in a flash. Fang Yan only heard an ethereal voice entering the sea of ​​consciousness: "For I say goodbye to Taoist Sword Star."

The Great Distracted Cultivator is a Distracted Great Cultivator after all, and by the time the dialect realized it, Wu Chanming had long since disappeared, leaving only a bone staff and a bone ring lying quietly in his hands.

As for the distracted monk of the witch tribe, he was not very close at first, but the other party was so free and easy, which made Fang Yan a little more thoughtful, but since he said don't worry, Fang Yan didn't think too much about it. , I am still far behind, it is difficult to achieve without hundreds of years or even thousands of years, it seems that it is not so easy to raise the Fanjue body training to the fourth level, without the black blood drop, that is, Wu Chanming The blood of the witch god in the mouth, the current dialect has been using the power of the stars to practice, with little effect, now that there is a technique of the Tianxing sect, it will not waste the power of the stars to practice this technique in the future, I thought for a while Afterwards, Fang Yan put away the jade talisman and bone stick, and walked away from the No. [-] courtyard of Jiazi in Yingbin Valley.

Not long after, Fang Yan returned to the inner gate area and headed towards the Deacon Hall. Before that, he wanted to see if there were any sect missions suitable for him. The kind that went out to hunt monsters was fine. Now Fang Yan wanted to practice with peace of mind. I don't want to run back and forth, not to mention how far I can improve my cultivation base, at least I need to figure out my Wulei Zhenjue Dawu Sword Formation, and I also need to spend time practicing the two Tianxingzong exercises I just got. After seeing all kinds of things in the ancient battlefield, Dialect knew that his strength was still weak. Even if he had the Star Burial Robe, he would spend a lot of time dodging and less time fighting along the way.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he stepped into the inner sect, Fang Yan noticed the gazes of more people. Fang Yan was slightly taken aback. He had not entered the inner sect for half a day, how could he attract the attention of so many inner sect disciples.

However, these people were far away from approaching, and their eyes were flickering. Dialect was not interested in inquiring, but when Dialect was still more than a hundred feet away from the Deacon Hall, a cold snort came to his ears, full of disdain and provocation. It is true that dialect acts in a low-key manner, but he has never had the habit of letting others bully him. Dang even turned his head and looked back along with these cold snorts.

"Are you the madman who dared to challenge Senior Brother Lin just after getting started?"

(End of this chapter)