Refining Genius Cultivation

"Correct!" Fang Yunlong chuckled, his body flickered, he then floated down from the treetops, looked at the Daoist Priest with a cautious face, and said: "It's a pity that there is no prize."

The Daoist Priest was startled, as he did not seem to have adapted to Fang Yunlong's tone of voice. After a moment of silence, he asked in a low voice, "Yun Fei, when did you come here?"

Fang Yunlong shrugged his shoulders and said: "About this, it's rather early, I came here with you."

Ah!" "What?" Hearing Fang Yunlong's words, the Daoist Priest widened her eyes, her expression abnormally shocked. You mean, you followed me all the way, and I didn't notice you?

"Sigh." Fang Yunlong sighed, "This child's brain is filled with water, it's probably used to raise fish. This lowly one has said very clearly that he came with you. If he was discovered by you, how could he still be here waiting for you to come out? "

The Daoist Priest inhaled a breath of cold air. Being followed by a Early Foundation Building Period Cultivator for an entire journey, he actually did not notice anything, and even claimed that he was the most cautious of cultivators. I wonder, Yun Fei, what business do you have following the small path? "

"Hehe," Fang Yunlong suddenly felt that it was extremely interesting to chat with this Daoist Priest from Snow Mountain Temple. Hunting, of course. This is a hunting ground. If he is not hunting in the hunting grounds, could it be that he is here for a meal? "

The Daoist Priest was immediately depressed, who exactly was this Yun Fei with the Heluo Sect? His words were messy and uncontrolled, causing people to be confused upon hearing it.

"Since you're here to hunt, then I'll recommend you to a small mountain nearby. There are quite a few pheasants and wild rabbits there, so your harvest must be quite big."

"Haha." As expected, the Daoist Priest did not disappoint him. In this intense slaughter, a joke that would make one's stomach ache would certainly lighten the burden on their heart.

However, Fang Yunlong, who had been smiling just now, suddenly changed her expression, saying to the Daoist priest, "Many thanks for your suggestion. I'll go and play a hare later to enjoy my blessings." "However, if the Taoist insists on using his magic tools to fight next, he will not have a chance to eat the hare.

After Fang Yunlong saw through his little movements, the Daoist Priest laughed in embarrassment, "Hehe, what are you trying to say? The small path just wants to bring out some good wine, make a friend with you, hunt together, and then drink wine and have fun, wouldn't that be enjoyable? "

"Oh? "So, Taoist Priest is from the same sect. I wonder what kind of good wine the Taoist has brought, would it be possible to let this little one have a taste?" Fang Yunlong laughed out loud, looking at the Daoist Priest's storage bag, she looked to be extremely anxious.

"Haha!" The Daoist priest laughed loudly, "Your esteemed self really found the right person this time. I don't have any other hobbies, so I usually like to drink a few cups. This time, we passed through the female kingdom of Jincheng and specially went to the palace to plunder a few jars of the special 100-year-old female red wine.

"Aiya, Taoist Priest really is the best in the wine." I have long heard of the girls' red wine in Jincheng, which has always been known as the number one wine in the world.

"It's a pity that I've never tasted it. Today, I've met the Taoist for the first time in my life. I wonder if I could contribute enough to relieve my alcohol addiction?" Fang Yunlong kept twitching her mouth, as if she had smelled the red wine's aroma, and couldn't wait to have a taste.

"Hehe." The Daoist Priest's face was full of smiles as he said to Fang Yunlong, "Brother Yun is indeed an expert in tasting wine. To think that you would actually know so much about the wine in the mortal world. This is truly out of my expectations.

If Brother Yun wants to taste it, why not? There's still one jar left in the small path, so I'll give it to Brother Yun as a gift for our meeting. "

"Haha, hurry up and bring it over. I can't wait any longer." Fang Yunlong rubbed her hands together in excitement, her eyes staring straight at the Spirit Dao Priest, as though she wanted to snatch the Spirit Dao Priest's wine.

The Daoist Priest smiled and waved his hand, sending a golden jar Toward Fang Yunlong flying. Fang Yunlong took the golden jar with both hands and held it in his hands. With a pat, Fang Yunlong removed the seal on the jar skillfully, and a rich fragrance floated out.

"Its color is like amber, transparent and clear, pure and lovely, pleasing to the eyes. Its fragrance is tempting, fragrant and strong. This wine has been in existence for over a hundred years." Fang Yunlong looked at the beautiful wine in the jar and took a deep whiff, his face full of infatuation. I wonder how it tastes like? "

Fang Yunlong held up the golden jar and gulped down a large mouthful of fine wine. The six flavors are rich and sweet, sweet, sour, bitter, acrid, fresh and astringent.

"Brother Yun is indeed the best of the best. The way of tasting wine is indeed admirable. Xiao Lang once heard from a master that a true wine must be tasted from the color, smell and taste of wine. Xiao Jie has always been drinking like a cow and didn't know the taste of wine.

"When the Daoist Priest saw Fang Yunlong gulping down the wine, his face was filled with smiles.

"That's right." After Fang Yunlong swallowed a few mouthfuls of wine, his face slightly flushed and his eyes narrowed into slits. With a burp, Fang Yunlong said: "Dao leader, why did you go underground just now?"

The Daoist Priest laughed loudly. "I won't lie to you, Brother Yun. Actually, the small path was ordered by the Chaoyang Sect leader, Senior Brother Zheng Tuo, to plant an array disc here.

Senior Brother Zheng once said that if we were to set up this specially made formation plate according to the location of the Eight Trigrams, it would be enough to help us snatch the Tinggui Mountain. "

"Oh?" Fang Yunlong drank a few more mouthfuls of the Nu Er Red, frowned, and said to the Daoist: "The Daoist told me all of this, are you not afraid that I will take out the array disc and destroy your plan?"

"Haha." The Daoist laughed loudly, "Brat, your death is near at hand. Why should I lower myself to your level? So what if I tell you, will you use your ghosts as a dream to tell your cultivators that they can escape our attacks? "

Fang Yunlong looked at the Spirit Dao Realm cultivator suspiciously, "Dao leader, what do you mean? Could it be that the wine was poisonous? "Haha, there's no need for you to worry. Before I drank, I had already swallowed a pill that could cure a hundred poisons. It wouldn't be difficult for you to poison me with this little poison."

The Daoist Priest let out a light sigh, and said: "Sigh, I have to say, Yun Fei, your strength, should be above this Taoist. When you fought with Tu Chi that day, although this Taoist didn't personally witness it, one of my juniors watched it.

With your strength, if you had attacked with all your might from the very beginning, I would have definitely not escaped. It's a pity that your battle experience is too little. Just a pot of female red has captivated you, regardless of whether you are friends or foes. Today the Japanese long hair benevolent heart, let you understand the ghost.

There is no poison in this red woman. It is just that this Taoist accidentally placed a Thunder Blade into the wine jar. "

"Thunder Blade?" Fang Yunlong shouted in shock, as if he couldn't believe that there was such a powerful Thunder Blade in the wine.

"That's right, perhaps you have heard of the name of the Thunder Blade, but you might not know it. Although the Thunder Blade is a type of magical equipment, when it enters the wine, it was able to merge with the wine and become a liquid form of existence.

The only drawback was that the Thunderstorm Knife would turn orange in the wine, emitting a charred smell. Only the century-old girl red of the Golden City Maiden Country could fuse with it in terms of color and aura, making it hard to discover.

"The Daoist proudly introduced Fang Yunlong to another method of using the Thunder Blade.

"Alright, drunkard, it's time to let you leave with the wine." With that, the Daoist Priest's mind moved, the technique in his hand changed, and with a loud sound, Fang Yunlong turned into ashes.

However, after the cultivation technique was said and done, Fang Yunlong still held onto the golden wine jar and stood there quietly, without any movement, let alone getting blown to smithereens.

However, he was still disappointed. The Thunderstorm Blade had gradually lost his connection with his mind. No matter how he directed it, he was unable to activate the Thunderstorm Blade.

Fang Yunlong sneered, spoke of schemes and plans. From the moment he changed his mind, he, who came here at the age of three, was not afraid of anyone. The little Daoist thought that the Thunder Blade was hidden, but he did not know that the moment Fang Yunlong smelled the red girl's scent, he immediately realized it was her.

Before entering the hunting grounds, Chai Jing had warned cultivators of Rising Sun Sect Side that they had the Thunder Blade. How could he, who had read so many books, not know about the change of the Thunderstorm Knife in the wine? In addition, the female kingdom of Jincheng had the scent of a hundred year old girl.

As a drunkard, how could he not have tasted it? Therefore, Fang Yunlong knew that there was something fishy about it the moment he opened the golden jar of wine.

"What is it? The Taoist's spell had failed? "Why don't you try this one?" As Fang Yunlong's words fell, the word "fight" dropped from the sky and headed towards the Daoist Priest.

"What is it?" The Daoist priest turned pale with fright. The unknown was the most terrifying thing. Just now, the Daoist Priest thought that he would welcome Fang Yunlong facing off against Tu Chi with his magic tool transformation.

However, the Daoist Priest had rich combat experience. Although he was not familiar with 'Dou' or its power, he could feel a kind of aura that caused one's heart to palpitate in fear from the 'Dou'. Thus, when the word "fight" was pressed down, the Daoist Priest channeled all of his Fa Li into the yellow lid of the pot.

He attempted to use this top grade defensive magic tool to block the attack of the 'Dou'.

The cautious Daoist Priest not only used a defensive magic tool to block Fang Yunlong's attack, but also moved his body and planned to dig his way into the ground. However, he was still a step too late. With a light shout from Fang Yunlong, a white light flashed and pierced through the Daoist Priest's throat.

The Daoist Priest's eyes widened as he fell into a pool of blood. His face was filled with shock and bewilderment. Why does the earth's astral cover have no effect? Was this strange thing really that powerful?

From the corner of his eyes, he saw Fang Yunlong spitting out a water arrow from his mouth and grabbing it into his hand.

This was the Trap Thunder Blade that the Daoist Priest had meticulously laid down. Unfortunately, the Thunder Blade was wrapped in layers of a blue net. No matter how it struggled, it was unable to break free.