Chapter 140: The most important thing when traveling in the martial arts world is to have a trumpet The square in front of the main hall of the Huangfeng Valley sect. In the corner, a man and two women were saying goodbye, a much-loved thing. One of the tall and slender ladies held the hand of another woman, and spoke in a naive and innocent tone. "Miss, you really don't want me to follow you?" But as she said this, her eyes glanced at Li Xunhuan beside her, and she obviously knew who the real owner was. Li Xunhuan looked away and deliberately ignored him. Small Qi training practitioners should not go out. Xin Ruyin thought the same. The demons invaded and the world of immortal cultivation was in chaos. If she had not been reluctant to leave her master's relics, she would not have set foot out of Yuquan Mountain. She squeezed Xiaomei's hand and comforted her. "Okay, wait for me to come back."

"But, but, I have never been separated from the young lady since I was a child." "You." Xin Ruyin looked at Xiaomei lovingly, with a helpless look on her face, unable to say no. Li Xunhuan still ignored it. When Xiaomei saw this scene, she knew that she couldn't change it. She pouted and said naively, "Well, Miss, I'll wait for you to come back, and I'll build the foundation with you, one..." "Cough cough," Now, Li Xunhuan had to speak up. Can you say anything random about this kind of flag? People will die. "Master, it's time to set off." A respectful voice came. Zhong Lingdao bowed, his expression and tone were extremely respectful. Li Xunhuan felt emotional in his heart, junior brother, senior brother, and master. He is no longer the same person he was before. The leader is still the same leader. He smiled, nodded in response, turned around and said to the two women, "Ruyin, get on board." "Xiaomei, you should go back too. If you haven't started building your foundation by the time I come back, I will teach you some new knowledge." "Ah, wow."

Xiaomei's eyes widened, her face flushed, and she covered her mouth and nodded vigorously. Unappetizing. Soon, Li Xunhuan stood at the front of the deck of the giant ship, followed by Xin Ruyin, and the scenery of the Yellow Maple Valley receded one by one. let's go. Thinking of Xiaomei's flag, he quickly pinched it with his fingers, and then a look of joy appeared on his face. Good luck on this trip! Xin Ruyin was puzzled by his actions. "Husband, are you fortune-telling?" His eyes revealed ninety-nine percent suspicion. You're cultivating immortality, why do you still believe this? Li Xunhuan was too lazy to correct it. This was the charm of the heavens, a dimensionality reduction attack. In the future, when he trades "Covering the Sun" and "Number of Stars" among the 72 Earthly Evil Techniques, he will have no problem calculating the opportunities. However, his face turned serious and he said in a deep voice, "Ruyin, you actually doubt me?" "Oh, I'm wrong" "I see that you have more Yang energy in your body." "Husband," Xin Ruyin's body went limp and she couldn't help but let out a coquettish cry. Ever since she got the "Yin Yang Heavenly Array", she has been fine. But she didn't resist. My life is given by my husband, and my body and mind belong to my husband. . . . That night, the Taiyue Divine Ship left the north gate of the Huangfeng Valley formation, accelerated, and headed north. As we moved forward, the place became more and more desolate. One day later, when the divine ship reached the edge of Taiyue Mountains, a figure landed. He wears a wind-winged cloud crown on his head, a blue robe, a nebula cloak on his body, a black and red cloud-patterned robe underneath, a black rope around his waist, cloud boots on his feet, and a folding fan in his hand. The precious energy is full and returns to normal. alone, As handsome as jade, unparalleled in beauty! Li Xunhuan had a smile in the corner of his eyes. With this look, it was no wonder that Xin Ruyin couldn't resist. Who is not confused after seeing this?

Senior Sister Hongfu has always been prejudiced against handsome men, but when she saw him, she didn't show any disgust at all. But Li Xunhuan is not a superficial person. He was more concerned about the equipment. The lowest level is a third-grade magic weapon, and can be stored in the body at will. It is not an ancient treasure, but it is better than an ancient treasure. Among them, the Nebula Cloak is a fourth-level lower-grade magic weapon from the ancestor of the Zhong family, which he replaced with a magic weapon of the same level in the heavens. It also increases speed and has combat capabilities. The cloud patterns on it are not fake, but auspicious clouds from top-grade magical instruments. The combination of the two makes the speed even faster. The folding fan is transformed from a three-pointed, double-edged sword, and its grade is also the lower fourth rank, but the difference is that it can be upgraded. As his mind raced, he landed on a desolate plain with a hill not far away. He pinched his fingers lightly, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes. It is here. Soon, he appeared in the mountain stream, with an ice-crystal cross knife in front of him spinning and drilling a hole inward, forming a passage. He stepped in, and after about a few hundred feet, his eyes lit up and became empty. In the center, there is a spring. It is the Spring of the Spiritual Eye! He couldn't help laughing. "The Plum Blossom Divination is indeed magical. Not only can it help you to avoid disasters and bring you good fortune, it can also calculate these ownerless things." He bent down and touched it with his hand. Immediately, spiritual power poured down, enveloping the Spirit Eye Spring and the hundreds of meters below it, and then cutting it. In a moment, the Spirit Eye Spring floated up, shrank, and fell into the jade box in his palm, filling it with a sealing talisman. In this way, the Fountain of the Spiritual Eye is obtained. [A third-level top-grade wonder, the Fountain of the Spirit Eye. The spiritual energy of the spiritual vein nodes has been gushing out for thousands of years and accumulated] Li Xunhuan’s evaluation of this is that it is a physical spirit gathering array. It’s a third-grade top-grade product and not very valuable. He did not intend to trade it, but to put it in Baiju Mountain for his fellow Taoists to practice. Before leaving, he deliberately used the Sweet Rain Technique to fill the hole with water. steady. In the future, no one knew that there had once been a spring of spiritual eyes here. With a thought, the cloak was retracted into his body, a auspicious cloud appeared under his feet, and he flew away. Just, very fairy.

When you think about the fact that in the original novel the old demon Han could only destroy the cave and prevent the Spirit Eye Spring from seeing the light of day, he is much more civilized. It’s good to be a Jindan cultivator. In the darkness, the auspicious clouds flew away, leaving behind a trail of exhaust. . . . Half a month later, the Taiyue Divine Ship hovered in front of an unnamed mountain. On the deck, Li Xunhuan held a token and injected spiritual power into it. Immediately, a beam of light shot out from the token, and ripples of a formation appeared on the hill ahead, followed by a portal. A gray-haired old man appeared in the doorway. He laughed loudly when he saw the divine ship, bowed and said, "Which fellow Taoist from Huangfeng Valley is here? Can you show yourself to me?" Then, he looked at the figure in front of him and began to doubt his life. He couldn't see his cultivation level clearly and had never heard of his name. Yang Jian? I've never heard of anyone with the surname Yang in Huangfeng Valley. However, he didn't think much about it. Ever since the six sects of Yue State destroyed Lingshou Mountain, there have been more than ten Jindan cultivators. It is also normal for Huangfeng Valley to have one more person with the surname Yang. Li Xunhuan, wearing the Thousand Illusions Mask and transforming into a square-faced middle-aged man, interrupted the other party's distraction. "Fellow," "what," "Let's hand it over." "Oh, okay, I'll listen to Brother Yang." The two of them hovered in the air, watching the disciples of Huangfeng Valley and Tianxing Sect moving supplies. Li Xunhuan sighed in his heart, the Thousand Illusions Mask is really useful and is most suitable for creating a vest. This idea was firmly decided by Ancestor Linghu. Even the hundred-year-old Jindan cultivator of the Yanyue Sect was hidden, not to mention the thirty-six-year-old Jindan cultivator. It’s too terrifying to form a pill at this age. It just so happened that Li Xunhuan had a secret technique that made it impossible for him to see his cultivation level and bone age. Combining the two, there was one more Jindan cultivator in the Huangfeng Valley, Yang Jian, which led to the previous scene. It is worth mentioning that Li Xunhuan’s story of forming the elixir can be referred to Nangong Wan. Only core disciples can know. After seven days of handover, Li Xunhuan said goodbye to the elder of Tianxing Sect and returned on the Taiyue Divine Ship again.

A few days later, Li Xunhuan took Xin Ruyin away quietly and went to the place where Xin Ruyin lived in seclusion. At the same time, Fu Tianhua knocked open the formation portal of Wuming Mountain. The two were not strangers. After some greetings, the old man looked puzzled and asked about his purpose. "Brother Fu, why are you here?" "Hehehe, of course I'm sending my brother off." "You, woo," (End of this chapter)