Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 664 Zhou Chongyang

Taoist Mo Li's expression changed drastically when he heard a name whispered from the dialect's mouth, and he even exclaimed, even the blood emperor's infatuation did not make him lose his composure like this.

In fact, it has not yet recovered, and the slightly weak dialect is just a name that he spit out lightly, Zhou Chongyang.

"Fellow Daoist Yutian, fellow Daoist Yunshang, I have something to ask my fellow dialect fellow, please don't be offended by the two fellow daoists." While speaking, a formation aura fell from Taoist Mo Li's hand, enveloping him and the dialect , without even waiting for Taoist Yuntian and Taoist Yunshang to agree.

The two Yutian Yunshang did not stop Taoist Mo Li's actions this time. The previous incident has passed, and the formation just now was just a formation to isolate the breath, and it did not have the aura of killing. On the side, Mo Li, who had a fairly good friendship with the Tianxing Sect, had absolutely no chance of beheading the dialect with a single sentence.

In fact, Taoist Mo Li was not the only one who was shocked. After thinking about it for a while, the two Dzogchen monks, Bone Emperor and Zhandi, also changed their expressions, and secretly shouted: "Zhou Chongyang? Could it be Chongyangzi?"

The two patriarchs of the Tianxing Sect where the dialect is located were also very surprised. Compared to the Bone Emperor and War Emperor, the two of them were more familiar with Zhou Chongyang's name, but they never expected that the Nascent Soul descendant of their own sect would say Give this name that has disappeared for an unknown number of years.

Taoist Jian Xing, a mid-to-early distraction cultivator, just looked puzzled. The name Zhou Chongyang was extremely unfamiliar to him, but seeing the performance of the ancestors, he knew it was definitely not the case. Yuanzong, Zhou Chongyang, Taoist Jianxing still didn't think of anything, they could only cast their eyes on a few senior ancestors, trying to let them clear up their confusion, but they only saw the two ancestors paying close attention to the isolated aura over there Formation, he also put away his thoughts and looked over there, just thinking in his heart, there are really many things about this little junior brother, but the cultivation base of Nascent Soul has many connections with the monks in the later stage of distraction.

Fang Yan hadn't noticed the flash of fluctuations, but found himself surrounded by a formation. After feeling the power of a monk in the late stage of distraction, he quietly looked at Taoist Mo Li in front of him, although he didn't notice Taoist Mo Li The act of arranging the formation, but the dialect at this moment has already sensed the effect of this formation, it is just a breath-blocking formation, and his own strength is not worth mentioning in the eyes of the ancestor in front of him. What he wants is still News from the old man.

"Fang Yan, are you from the realm of comprehension?" At this moment, Taoist Mo Li calmed down his emotions and asked slowly.

When he originally said it, Fang Yan didn't intend to hide anything, otherwise he wouldn't have mentioned it. Hearing Taoist Mo Li's question, Fang Yan nodded and said, "That's right, Senior Mo Li, do you know Senior Zhou Chongyang?"

"Is this the Zhou Chongyang you know?" Taoist Mo Li didn't get angry at the rude questioning voice from a junior in the dialect. Instead, he stretched out his hand, urging a water curtain, and a figure flashed in the water curtain , let the dialect profiler.

Fang Yan squinted his eyes and looked towards the water curtain. He only saw one of the handsome monks, but it was not the image of the old man he had seen. He paused in his heart. Could there be something wrong?
One coincidence is still possible, maybe two, but so many things are coincidences, even dialects think it is absolutely impossible, there is no chance of such a coincidence, there is a place called Xuan In the Land of Lan, there is also a Bai Yuanzong, and there is also a senior monk named Zhou Chongyang.

Thinking of this, Fang Yan didn't speak immediately, but continued to look into the water curtain carefully. After a while, Fang Yan vaguely saw that the figure in the water curtain was somewhat similar to the old man's eyebrows and eyes. As long as you want, you can keep your appearance, but the old man has fought against the devil for thousands of years, and it is normal to have an old face. Thinking about this, Fang Yan withdrew his gaze and said to Taoist Mo Li: "Senior Mo Li, I'm not sure if the senior I'm talking about is the one in your water curtain, can senior take out your noble sect's identity token for this junior to have a look at?"

Although we haven't been together for a long time, Dialect respects the self-imposed old man very much. Of course, one must be very cautious when being entrusted by the old man to interrogate. In other years, although Fang Yan had great confidence in the old man's strength, the strength of Taoist Mo Li before him was equally tyrannical, not to mention that if a devil took control of his body, it was hard to say that nothing would happen.

Regarding the almost rude words of the dialect, Li Li still did not show any signs of anger. Instead, he looked at the dialect a few more times. The monks in the late stage of God are also eager to show some courtesy, set up relationships, and want to get some benefits, but the dialect of the late Yuanying in front of him is so different.

"Hehe, that's right. No wonder the two Taoist friends Yutian Yunshang value you so much. You must have seen the token of Master Chongyang? Mine is different from his. Let me transform into a mirror image for you to identify. "

Taoist Mo Li smiled slightly, and then turned his mana slightly, and the scene in the water curtain changed immediately. The handsome monk before disappeared, and then a simple token appeared.

Seeing the appearance of this token, Dialect no longer had any doubts, and immediately took out the token given to him by the old man on his body, and handed it to Taoist Mo Li: "Senior Mo Li, please don't blame the junior for saluting. The token was handed over to the junior by the Chongyang senior, and I originally planned to hand it over to the senior when I had the opportunity to go to the Guizong, but now I just met the senior, which saved me a lot of trouble."

Seeing the token handed over by Dialect, Taoist Mo Li was no longer as calm as before. After grabbing the token in his hand, he immediately inspected it carefully.

Fang Yan was originally attacked by the blood beard, but he just suppressed the few auras with all his strength, but he still hasn't completely dispelled them. Even if it's just a wisp of aura, Fang Yan, a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, can't easily deal with it. Yes, but after talking with Taoist Mo Li for a while, Fang Yan became a little tired again. Seeing Taoist Mo Li sweeping the token, Fang Yan simply swallowed a few pills and activated his exercises.

A moment later, Taoist Mo Li's joyful voice came to Dialect's ears: "Mo Li thanked Dialect friend."

Dialect who opened his eyes unexpectedly saw Mo Li bowing to salute, and said quickly: "No way, senior Mo Li killed the junior."

Mo Li didn't take it seriously, and stood up and said: "It's right, if it wasn't for the message from the dialect boy, I don't know when we will have the news of the master. In the future, the dialect boy will be my distinguished guest of Bai Yuanzong."

While speaking, Taoist Mo Li showed a token of Yingcui small circle in his hand and handed it to Fang Yan, and then his consciousness scanned Fang Yan for a while, and said: "I just checked your Sea of ​​Consciousness Soul, but it is I didn't notice, so you practiced the Brahma Jue body training technique, but it's a pity that you don't have the bottle of stuff with you, it's a matter of time, my little friend wants to go back to the Tianxing Sect to practice in seclusion, I will send someone to send the stuff to the Tianxing Sect."

"I don't dare to say goodbye to the gift from the elders. Thank you senior in the dialect." Although Taoist Mo Li didn't say it clearly, but hearing him mention the Vatican Jue body training technique, and Zhou Chongyang's words back then, the dialect can also guess a little, although the original It's not to repay the old man who agreed, but the dialect is not stupid enough to refuse the other party's gift. If he really wants to do that, not only will he lose his previous friendship, but he may even turn against him.

"Okay, okay, haha." Taoist Mo Li laughed and dispersed the surrounding atmosphere isolation formation.

The people around saw the two people showing their figures, heard Taoist Mo Li's happy laughter, and then saw the small round token in Fang Yan's hand that had not been put away, although they didn't know that Fang Yan and Taoist Mo Li had just The specific content of the discussion, but can also guess nine out of ten.

"Congratulations, Fellow Daoist Mo Li."

"Congratulations, fellow Daoist."

Bone Emperor Zhandi and the two late-stage ancestors of the Tianxing Sect bowed their hands to congratulate Taoist Mo Li.

"Thank you all, and I also want to thank the dialect friends." The joyful Mo Li was not polite, and after bowing his hands to everyone, he expressed his thanks to the dialect.

"This junior should do, if there is nothing else, this junior will leave first." After Fang Yan bowed to Taoist Mo Li, he retreated to the side of Taoist Jian Xing, and followed Taoist Jian Xing back to the Zhou Tian Xing Dou formation .

Seeing a group of distracted monks looking at him with concern, Fang Yan knew that they were pulling the blood beard away because of his escape from the formation earlier, so he bowed his hands to all the teachers and fellow disciples, and sent a calm look to Zhao Xiyan, and then Fang Yan sat cross-legged in the formation, activated the exercises again, and began to suppress the breath in his body.

(End of this chapter)