My Fairy Clone Traveling Through the Eight Wastelands

A magnificent courtyard of Yunmeng Sect.

At this time, the courtyard is surrounded by a variety of patterns and dazzling lights.

There were two figures in the main hall of the house, but there was not a single sound.

Suddenly, a man in a brocade robe sat on the main seat, took a sip of the tea in his hand, and said slowly:

"Changwen, I met Zhang Yuan today, he may have broken through the foundation."

The person who spoke was none other than Shen Linyan, who was in the Chuan Gong Pavilion before.

The man standing next to Shen Linyan trembled when he heard this, and asked with a look of disbelief:

"Second brother, I tested the qualification with him at that time, but he was only a third-grade spiritual root qualification, how could he cultivate so quickly?"

He is a second-grade spiritual root, and his previous cultivation surpassed Zhang Yuan, but now he has been surpassed by the third-grade spiritual root qualifications, which makes him a little unbelievable.

Shen Linyan's narrow phoenix eyes narrowed, and he speculated:

"I don't know, there may be some adventures, but Zhang Yuan has broken through the foundation building should be right, Mo Heng should have discovered something, otherwise even if he has some trouble with me, he will not force himself to be a stranger."

"And with Zhang Yuan's character of only knowing cultivation, there is a high probability that he will succeed in breaking through when he goes to find the foundation building period exercises, otherwise he won't waste his time running in vain."

As he spoke, he knocked the fan in his hand, looked at Shen Changwen who was standing aside, and said to him:

"Don't contact Wan Lao Demon recently, Yunmeng Sect seems to have noticed something, there have been high-level monks patrolling the neighborhood recently, and they have already caught several demon monks."

Shen Changwen was suddenly anxious: "But Zhang Yuan... "

Shen Changwen!"

Shen Linyan shouted angrily and directly interrupted him.

"Zhang Yuan has now built a foundation, even if it is Wan Lao Mo, it is estimated that he will not be able to take him, and it is easy to startle the snake, if Uncle Chang's plan is broken, we will all die."

After speaking, Shen Linyan glanced at his younger brother Shen Changwen, who was looking depressed beside him, and frowned.

Since Shen Changwen lost to Zhang Yuan a few years ago, it seems that his backbone has been broken, and he is about to become a demon.

If his younger brother could worship under Wu Huaimeng's throne at the beginning, then this plan would be able to intercept and kill the first day of the Yunmeng Sect in the past.

He sighed and said

, "You have been living a little bit lately, cultivating hard, and striving to break through the foundation during this time, and then you will have more self-protection power."

"Yes, second brother"

Shen Changwen bowed and walked out of the main hall.

It's just that the resentment in his eyes is getting stronger and stronger.

。。。。。。

A few days later, at noon, two figures

cut through the sky and flew north.

It was Ling Qingjue and Zhao Hongying, who set off from Yongqu Town.

During this time, Ling Qingjue had been practicing the Xi Zixiao Thunder Fire Technique, and under his strong physique, he had already mastered the operation and marching route of his exercises.

Zhang Yuan's side also successfully ran for a week without danger and was already able to practice slowly.

After all, even if he Xi the exercises, his body is not as strong as Ling Qingjue, he still has to be cautious.

Feeling the extra spiritual power in the body, I have to say that this exercise is definitely worth the contribution points of the sky.

Even though Zhang Yuan was still slowly running the exercises, the speed at which he absorbed and refined the spiritual energy was already far beyond the Qi refining period exercises he had cultivated, which was already more than most of the exercises in the foundation building period.

And the most outstanding thing about this exercise is the power of the rage.

When the practice reaches Mahayana, I don't know what kind of situation it will be.

Zhang Yuan was looking forward to it.

However, the meal must be eaten one bite at a time, and the road must be walked step by step.

On his side, not only did he have to practice Xi exercises, but he also had to convert all the previous attribute-free spiritual power into fire-attribute spiritual power, and he had already started a long-term retreat.

He wasn't too bored, and he was fascinated by the feeling of slowly getting stronger.

Zhang Yuan's side began to retreat, and Ling Qingjue's side also happened to start flying to Yunmeng Sect just after Zhao Hongying reached the late stage of quenching.

Zhao Hongying has reached the late stage of quenching, and Ling Qingjue can fly with her.

If you do not reach the late stage of quenching, the viscera will not be able to withstand long-term high-intensity flight without strengthening.

Zhao Hongying's quenching progress is so fast, or because he is a mortal bone forging realm martial artist (middle stage of quenching).

Coupled with the all-round improvement of the previous spiritual root, comprehension, and body, it is not difficult to reach the late stage of body quenching in a short time.

Now that Ling Qingjue is flying with Zhao Hongying, it is equivalent to carrying a weight of more than 100 catties, and under that absolute quality of spiritual power, it is not a burden at all, and the speed is not much slower.

Moreover, Zhang Yuan's mind was active when he controlled Ling Qingjue, and now he has a companion on a long journey, which is not boring.

Obviously, they are all the same person, Zhang Yuan can endure the boredom silently, but Ling Qingjue can't bear it, God knows how difficult it is for her to fly in the Shengling Mountain Range for nearly a month.

The difference in mentality may be that Ling Qingjue's combat power is strong, and he doesn't have too many scruples.

Flying high in the air, his ultra-distant vision allowed him to see below, like ants migrating southward in waves, and his good-looking brows furrowed slightly.

How long has it been, and the demons in the north have not been pacified?

glanced at Zhao Hongying, who couldn't hide the novelty in his eyes behind him, and flew for the first time.

I can't help but be speechless, Zhao Nuxia! Where is your chivalrous courage?

However, the other party may have just flown and was immersed in a novel experience, and did not find an ant-like refugee on the ground.

Is it just in the north, anyway, it's also on the way now.

The mortal demons shouldn't be able to threaten me, so let's solve it.

Eh, I just didn't expect to educate Zhao Hongying not to care about it before, but now that she has slapped her face, will it be a little embarrassing?

Don't think about it anymore, make up your mind and fly north.

As the flight to the north, there were more and more refugees, and even Zhao Hongying found out.

Suddenly, Zhao Hongying's flight was completely novel, and she fell silent, her face complicated.

As if he had thought of something, his expression turned into firmness and did not change.

Suddenly, she noticed that the altitude of their flight gradually decreased, and they flew towards a group of refugees.

A little surprise rose in her heart, looking at the beautiful shadow flying in front of her.

"Just drop by and take a look, and then you can ask the refugees what's going on in the north."

Suddenly, the cold wind was mixed with the sound of nature, but Zhao Hongying listened to it word for word.

In fact, Ling Qingjue had noticed Zhao Hongying's silence before, but the slap in the face came too quickly, which made her a little ashamed.

He dropped a sentence with a hot face, and he didn't look back, and it didn't happen.

Zhao Hongying's surprised expression turned into surprise.

His eyes were immersed in the shadow of himself flying in front of him.

"Good!"