Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

However, until he flew halfway up the mountain, he never got anything. At the same time, Zhang Zhengli suddenly stopped.

"It's over. Younger martial sister found it again. Taoist friend, follow me quickly. Don't let her catch up."

Zhang Zhengli's face changed several times. Finally, he bit his teeth. His body flashed, his speed increased sharply, and flew down the mountain at the lower left.

Yang Xuan was stunned. Although he didn't know the meaning of his behavior, he followed closely.

The speed of flying down was several percent faster than before. They only flew away for more than ten breaths and reached the foot of the mountain.

Zhang Zhengli looked up worried. On the dense and floating hillside, a figure zoomed in rapidly, but the time to breathe was near.

It was a middle-aged woman with a red silk under her feet. It was so fast that even Zhang Zhengli was inferior to it.

Zhang Zhengli, who has always been solemn, has wrinkled a bitter gourd face at this time. He turns his head and looks around. If he escapes in this way, he will still be caught up with half a cup of tea at most.

Hesitated for a moment, and finally he looked at Yang Xuan with a look like asking for help.

Yang Xuan shivered and instinctively stepped back. Then he asked, "Zhang Daoyou, are you..."

"Alas, Yang Daoyou, it's a long story. Can you..."

As he finished, he was interrupted by a voice from above his head.

"Elder martial brother, you are finally back!"

As soon as the voice fell, a red figure immediately fell in front of Zhang Zhengli. Several meters of red damask was fluttering in the air, and there were some auras attached to the surface.

"What a powerful spiritual pressure."

Yang Xuan was shocked and looked at the woman's eyes.

The woman is only about 30 years old. She looks plain and has no momentum, but the breath on the red silk is very strong. Fortunately, there is no control, but she can bear it.

As soon as the woman landed, she completely ignored Yang Xuan's existence and directly rushed towards Zhang Zhengli.

Zhang Zhengli's reaction was also very fast. At the moment when she was about to be rushed, she quickly flashed sideways. The woman immediately threw herself into the air and climbed to the ground.

"Cough... Teacher... Younger martial sister, are you okay?"

Zhang Zhengli stretched out his hand and seemed to want to help the woman up, but when his hand reached half, he froze there and turned to help the hair crown on his head.

Yang Xuan stood by, his eyelids jumping. He wanted to go up and say something, but he couldn't speak.

This degree of fall naturally had no impact on the friar. The woman soon stood up, but there was a touch of dust at the tip of her nose.

"Elder martial brother, I'm fine..."

With a sweet smile on her mouth, she wiped the dust off the tip of her nose and looked like a teenager.

"It's okay, it's okay."

Zhang Zhengli laughed twice, made a ha ha, and immediately looked at Yang Xuan: "well, Yang Daoyou, do we have anything else?"

As he spoke, his right hand on his side kept gesturing, and his eyes showed the color of begging.

Yang Xuan raised his eyebrows and didn't quite understand it. After thinking for a moment, he said, "it doesn't matter. I'm not in a hurry. Taoist friends don't need to care."

"Yeah!"

The woman seemed to have won some great victory. After cheering, she immediately rushed up and hugged Zhang Zhengli's arm.

"Elder martial brother, my father said that you don't have to leave the sect in the next time."

"What? Don't let me leave the door?"

Zhang Zhengli's face was changeable. Since the woman appeared, his serious look had not calmed down.

The woman smiled and said, "my father will go out to do something during the battle. I'll leave it all to you. Of course, I'll help you."

Yang Xuan looked at the two people and couldn't help turning his eyes. He was quite speechless in his heart, but it was inconvenient to interrupt. He simply turned around.

They chatted for a long time. Although Zhang Zhengli wanted to leave several times, they were stopped by the woman.

The long red damask in the air was fluttering, and they were surrounded by it. The terrible spirit pressure emitted from it could always stop Zhang Zhengli's action.

While the two were still chatting, two people flew over the high school in the distance.

The two men were also very fast and soon came close to them.

One of them looked like a young man in his twenties, with a proud face, a white robe and a long sword under his feet.

The other was a big man with a curly beard. His clothes seemed small, so he could see the outline of muscles. He was very tall, at least half a head higher than the young man.

"Oh, isn't this the elder martial brother of wangtianfeng? Elder martial sister Cheng is also here. Why is it so busy today!"

The young man stepped on the flying sword and floated in the air a few meters away. He said a condescending sentence with a playful smile on his face.

Yang Xuan turned his head and looked at the two people. His eyes immediately fixed on the flying sword.

"Is this the magic weapon of flying? It seems that it does help flying."

He whispered in his heart, a little curious.

The cultivation of the young man was the same as that of him. He was a man in the early days of Kaiguang, but when he flew before, he was much faster than Yang Xuan. Moreover, judging from his style at that time, he didn't seem to do his best.

This is the third magic weapon he has seen since he met Zhang Zhengli. Although it may not be of great help to combat, it is still of great use.

"It seems that I have to get one when I find a chance."

Yang Xuan secretly made up his mind, and the young man also found his eyes and looked at him.

"Eh? Why is there another disciple I don't know? Are you wangtianfeng's new disciples?"

Without waiting for others to speak, he flew to Yang Xuan, squatted on the flying sword, looked up and down at Yang Xuan, and then continued.

"It doesn't look like it. People with such accomplishments usually have schools and sects. Is it difficult? Are they disciples of other peaks?"

"Li Yu, don't go too far. This is..."

The woman known as elder martial sister Cheng suddenly took two steps forward. Her voice was a little angry and wanted to say Yang Xuan's identity, but when she said it to her mouth, she found that she didn't know, so she had to look at Zhang Zhengli like asking for help.

Zhang Zhengli's face had already regained its seriousness, his eyebrows slightly wrinkled, and said, "this Yang Daoyou is our guest at wangtianfeng. He is the son of yinshizong. Younger martial brother Li, your style really loses the dignity of our Wanling sect."

"Yin Shizong's son? Ha ha! I'm so happy."