Just became a beast, someone built a sect on my hill

Chapter 78: Farewell to the Fog Hidden Yellow Dragon! (seek recommendation for support)

The next day,

On the remote path from Baohe County to Xiaolin Mountain.

A middle-aged man with a refined face, wearing a brocade robe, walked through the air.

Flying quickly at low altitude, heading towards Xiaolin Mountain.

The power of black ghosts and gods left shallow tail marks under its feet.

The god of western Sichuan.

After a while, there was only a glimpse left.disappeared down the trail.

Nourishes—

A group of flames emerged from the position just now.

Fire snakes breed and burn violently upwards.

In the burning flames, a face emerged, looking at the back of the mansion god, muttering in his mouth.

"The God of Chuanxi Mansion... Tsk, what a familiar memory."

The person who spoke was none other than Jiang Xiaofan.

In the past, he was still a genius with potential and talent, but now... he is already a father.

Whoops, strayed.

In the 40 years since he left, the strength of this mansion god has not changed much, he has only improved to the peak of the god transformation state.

But he has stepped into the magic way, and has become a great power in the state of distraction.

The current him can easily kill the mansion god of the West Sichuan Mansion.

It turns out... is he already this strong?

Jiang Xiaofan sighed with emotion, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, he didn't know what kind of expression it was.

When he came back, there were three main things.

The first thing is naturally to go to see his "first love", and then accompany him for a while.

And the second thing is also related to the first thing.

That's right, it was his son, Jiang Xiaoli!
But... Even after confirming the identity of his own son, he has no intention of recognizing him for the time being.

For the time being, he is not ready to be a father yet...

On Xiaolin Mountain, Jiang Xiaoli is the only one present, since Fushen is going, the two must deal with each other.

Thus, Jiang Xiaofan turned into a ball of floating flames and followed behind the Palace God.

With his current ability, it shouldn't be too easy to avoid being discovered by the Fushen.

……

Kobayashi Hill.

The refined and middle-aged mansion god stands outside the creek that protects the mountain.

He frowned, and his perception at the peak level of the Transformation God Realm told him that this creek was dangerous.

Once he stepped in, with his strength, it would be beyond redemption!
"Stop comers!"

The moment Fushen stopped, there was a "crash", and a small water peak suddenly rose from the creek in front of him.

The blue water flows uninterruptedly, accumulating.

An armored "Heryasha" came out from the creek.

"This is..." The middle-aged mansion god was taken aback for a moment, what a big hag!
This kind of strength...is just a gatekeeper, and slightly detected the other party's level. Judging from the fluctuation of the spiritual energy on the surface, the other party is not weaker than himself.

Moreover, the middle-aged Fushen glanced at the surroundings from the corner of his eye, and felt trembling in his heart.

If, just say if!

If his perception is not wrong, this "Hanyasha" is probably just the tip of the iceberg of the creek in front of him.

Dangerous!

Forever!

The Fushen was shocked in his heart, and at the same time, he was faintly grateful.

Fortunately, he didn't hold back just now, and stepped directly into the creek.

Otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Hey... man, what's the matter with you?"

This is No. 1 Water Spirit Dingjia. After experiencing No. 0 Fat Dingjia's obsessive "ding" stare and the master's indifferent expression, she has no interest in men... now.

"Well, this mother...uh, Mei Yasha, can you help me to report that the little god is the God of Sichuan West Mansion, come to pay respects to Senior Xiaolinshan Daojun!"

The middle-aged Fushen cupped his hands. When he was speaking, he felt that it might be inappropriate to call her a dominatrix, so he changed the title to a "nice" one.

I feel pretty good about myself, so... I won't offend the other party.

He thought so.

He came here with a purpose, for one thing.

This is a bit of a long story.Fog Hidden Yellow Dragon Conference.

Forty years ago, the West Sichuan Mansion invited Wang Ye because of this matter.

Of course, Wang Ye did not agree at that time.

At that time, Fu Shen felt that the opponent was just talented, but his strength should be average, so he gave up.

But unexpectedly, 40 years later, the 20-year-old Wuyin Dragon Fair will open again.
Now that he came to Xiaolin Mountain again...but it was another scene.

It can be said that 40 years ago you were indifferent to me, but 40 years later, I will make you unable to climb high!

Perhaps he should have invested earlier... Fushen secretly regretted in his heart, thinking about the land in Baohe Town, he really hugged a thigh!

Make people envious!

"What did you call me?" No. 1 Water Spirit Ding Jia glared, Ye...Yasha?
She breathed out with tightness in her chest, almost suffocating her!
"Uh...beautiful, Miyasha."

The middle-aged mansion god knocked and hoped, could it be that he... spoke too bluntly?
Shy the dominatrix?Angry?
Hmm...it should be like this, the middle-aged Fushen showed an awkward smile, expressing his apologies.

"You...you! Bah!"

No. 1 Shuiling Dingjia was so angry that his chest fluttered up and down.

Immediately, he threw out a ball of water spray with his left hand, which splashed onto the face of the middle-aged Fushen.

Then he turned around and submerged into the creek.

"Master has traveled far away, not on the mountain! Scumbag, get out of here quickly..."

right.Scumbag is what the master called Jiang Xiaofan in private.

puff--

The water spray splashed on the face of the middle-aged Fushen, and it became cold for a while.

There was a spot of water in it, which jumped to the lips of the Fushen.

He couldn't help but licked his lower lip, "Well...it's quite sweet."

A strange sweetness faintly rose in my heart, but the other party had already submerged in the water, and dropped a polite word like "please come back".

Hey, failed.

The middle-aged Fushen shook his head regretfully, there was no other way, if he wanted to force his way in, the Hushan Xiaoxi would definitely not let it go.

There is no other way to do it.

……

Southern Sichuan Province, Yiling River Water God Temple.

A handsome young man with two protruding dragon horns on his head.

To be precise, it should only be regarded as Jiaojiao.

He is the No.70 Eight Dragon Son of the Dragon King of the South China Sea. He has not yet transformed into a dragon, but is just a small jiao.

And his name is also very simple, Jiao 78!

In addition to being a dragon, Jiao 78 is also the largest river water god in southern Sichuan Prefecture and even the entire Bazhou, the Yiling River water god.

He has cooperated with Bazhou Mansion for more than forty years.

In the past 40 years, he has participated in two Wuyin Huanglong Conferences and received a lot of resources and support.

But he has been unable to break through that threshold, which makes Jiao 78 very uncomfortable.

Therefore, this time the Fog Hidden Yellow Dragon Conference.

It's not just the position of the leader of the demon cultivator, he is determined to win it!

Even if it is the leader of the conference, he will fight for it!
"Jiang Huiyin, Benlong will fight you this time, hum!"

The energy in his hand gathered, and a spirit sword made of black light appeared.

Jiao 78 waved it twice casually, and several sharp black lights were cut out.

The Jiang Huiyin he was talking about was an evildoer from the Qingcheng Sword Sect!
Not only is his seniority extremely high, comparable to the elders of some sects, but his talent and strength are even more astonishing.

As the descendant of the true dragon of the four clans in the ancient world, he claims to have the highest bloodline... but he is no match for the sword fairy, Jiang Huiyin.

hateful.

Jiao 78 felt a little ashamed, and clenched his fists angrily.

(End of this chapter)