Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

It is said that eight years ago, when the Qingfeng Sect occupied the Tianhu Kingdom, Wu Fan forcibly captured Ling'er and took her to a small space and asked her to practice in seclusion.

Over the years, Ling'er has been disappearing and disappearing, playing too crazy. If this continues, his cultivation will be delayed.

Therefore, no matter how noisy Ling'er's small space was, Wu Fan remained unmoved and strictly ordered him not to go out.

At first Ling'er was reluctant and begged, but after she discovered the circles of fragrant pigs, she returned to her normal state and stayed inside honestly.

In the following days, Ling'er ate fragrant pigs while practicing hard. Eighty years later, his strength has improved by leaps and bounds.

Wu Fan didn't release her until he returned to Qianlong City.

………

Three days later! Wu Fan took Ling'er and left the deep stream, but they did not return to Qianlong City, but continued to wander around the nearby area. Every few hundred miles, Wu Fan would stop for a few days. It wasn't until half a month passed that he quietly returned to his residence.

The next time, he entered the small space and never came out.

Just like that, more than a year has passed in the outside world!

…

However, on this day, Qianlong City suddenly became very lively. Everyone looked furious, with solemn expressions on their faces, wondering what was going on.

But one can feel that there seems to be a dark cloud hanging over the city, which makes people feel depressed.

For a moment, the sky was filled with all kinds of escaping lights, flying towards the city wall like meteors.

In addition, there are groups of monks landing in various places in the city, and the fluctuations of the formation being activated can be faintly felt in these places.

Seeing how nervous everyone was, it was obvious without guessing that the enemy must be attacking again.

But it can be seen that this time is different from previous enemy provocations, because there are hundreds of thousands of people in the city, almost all of them are mobilized, and the scene is extremely spectacular.

But it has to be said that although everyone was extremely dignified, they were not in a panic. They were all busy in an orderly manner. In less than an hour, there were no more people in the houses or on the streets.

Obviously, after decades of fighting, the Beidou Domain monks have adapted to today's life and are no longer as panicked as before.

At the same time, countless people were standing densely on the city walls that crisscrossed the north and south, all staring indifferently ahead.

Although the distance in the distance had already become dilapidated due to countless battles, and there was no one on the devastated battlefield, but everyone had no intention of leaving, and they just waited with evil eyes.

………

On this day, Wu Fan also walked out of the small space and led his disciples out of his residence.

After a while...

In the meeting hall, there were fifty or sixty people gathered here at this time, but what was shocking was that all of these people were Nascent Soul stage monks, and they were actually many more than those in Fengxiao City.

This kind of scene is really rare and makes people feel incredible.

But it's no wonder, after all, this is the main battlefield. From the beginning to the end, the enemy's large forces have been attacking here.

At this moment, the hall was in a mess, with noises, conversations, and sighs coming and going, and everyone's faces were full of worry.

As soon as I saw it, there were many familiar faces in the room, including Gong Yuqian, Xia Yuzhu, Mr. Lu, and the Beast Spirit King, and Wu Fan was also sitting next to a few people.

In addition, there was the figure of Jiang Zhengfei, the number one swordsman in Beidou Domain, but this person was sitting alone. When he saw Wu Fan, he just nodded to him in a friendly manner and did not go over to strike up a conversation.

Wu Fan didn't care much about this, because he knew that this person had a withdrawn personality, which could be seen from the fact that there was no one around him.

Being able to exchange cups with Wu Fan that day, I think it gave him enough face. Of course, Wu Fan didn't like this person's personality either, so he was just tired of dealing with it that day.

"Oh! I really can't understand. We spent a lot of effort to destroy that passage. But who would have thought that only twenty years later, the enemy would actually open the passage again? , how did they do it?”

Gong Yuqian sighed and looked at a few people in confusion.

"I don't know. I asked Master Qianyang about this, but he didn't know why."

Mr. Lu shook his head, also looking ugly.

"What's the use of thinking about it now? Since the enemy's reinforcements have arrived, we can only fight to the death."

Xia Yuzhu rolled his eyes and said angrily.

"What are the chances of winning this game? It is said that the enemy has a total of 500,000 troops, but our side, including those just recruited in the past twenty years, only has a little more than 400,000. Isn't the disparity too great? A little bigger?”

The Beast Spirit King frowned and looked at a few people and asked.

"This is nothing we can worry about. I think Master Qianyang and Master Fen Lie have already thought of a countermeasure."

Mr. Lu smiled bitterly, with a look of helplessness on his face.

At this moment, these people kept chattering, but Wu Fan did not interrupt, but carefully looked at everyone in the room.

According to his observation, most of the monks in the room were in the early stage of Nascent Soul, including himself who suppressed his cultivation. However, there were also many middle-stage monks. In addition to the Beast Spirit King, Mr. Lu, Xia Yuzhu, and Jiang Zhengfei, there were four others. people.

Each of these four people is a ferocious man with a height of eight Dou, a stubble on his face, and a muscular back. This man was wearing a set of black armor with bulging muscles. He should be a physical practitioner, but his body was filled with demonic aura, giving him a ferocious and brutal look. His cultivation level was no less than that of the Beast Spirit King.

The other person was a middle-aged lady with a dignified appearance and a plump figure. She was dressed very elegantly. Her palace dress made her look very majestic. She wore a phoenix crown on her head, like a queen. Her cultivation was also not simple, comparable to Xia Yuzhu. However, this woman looked arrogant, sitting there alone with her eyes closed, ignoring everyone.

The third person was a thin old man with white hair. His face was full of wrinkles, slightly hunched, and he was dressed very sloppily. His black robe was covered with oil stains, but what was surprising was that at this moment, this man was holding meat in his left hand and a wine pot in his right hand, eating and drinking without paying attention to anyone. It seemed that he could not feel the tense atmosphere in the room and did not care about anything. But it must be said that the old man's cultivation was not low, and it was much higher than Gong Hubo and the Beast Spirit King, almost comparable to Xia Houjian, a mid-term peak cultivator.

As for the last person, he was a handsome young man wearing brocade and jade clothes. This person has a fair complexion, narrow eyes, thin but dark lips, and a wicked smile on his face, giving people a sense of sinisterness and cunningness, but it can be seen that this is an evil cultivator. At this moment, he was waving a paper fan in his hand, looking at everyone in the room, and also looked at Wu Fan intentionally or unintentionally.

In the whole room, Wu Fan was also most concerned about this person, because he felt that the other party was the one with the highest cultivation here, and should be no worse than Jia Hantian.