Luo Hong took action like a thunderous attack and defeated the leader of the Huajian Sect under the protection of the old Taoist surnamed Ren. He was shocked and the old Taoist priest and the onlookers were silent, and they all guessed that Luo Hong was the old Nascent Soul monster who was so idle.

The monk named Huang who was trying to mediate his face became increasingly bitter. Luo Hong's attack was obviously breaking the rules, but the opponent's strength was amazing. He was suspected to be the old monster of Nascent Soul. How could he afford to be a monk in the Foundation Establishment Stage?

But if he didn't say anything at this time, he would definitely eat some trouble afterwards.

Fortunately, the disciples of Xinggong who led Luo Hong and the others flew away in a suitable manner and whispered in his ears, which made the monk named Huang feel relieved:

"This battle against Qingling Sect won, and Huajian Sect asked to deliver 3,000 spirit stones within three days. Qingling Sect can refuse the battle invitation within ten years."

As soon as he said this, it really put an end to this sect competition.

Not to mention how the disciples of the Huajian Sect were urinating and rescued their sect leader, Luo Hong waved his hand and released a spiritual boat, glared at Fan Mengyi with anger and said:

"What? Not recognized yet?"

Fan Mengyi was happy and fearful, and lifted her body and climbed onto the spiritual boat, saluting respectfully:

"Disciple, please pay homage to Master."

Although Luo Hong did not reveal her true face, she knew Zhen Haizhu. Moreover, in this case, the only one who could stand out for her was her master.

"What are your feelings this time?"

Luo Hong's intention was to make Fan Mengyi reflect on Honglian's Taoism.

"The master has many enemies, which is not unreasonable."

Fan Mengyi nodded very seriously and said, "How could he beat someone half to death with just one move?"

Luo Hong was slightly stunned, then raised her hand and was about to slash it down. The good guy dared to move beyond his master.

"Wait, the disciple just suddenly felt so happy to see the master, and then he said nothing.

The disciple is wrong, he shouldn't have fallen into the other party's trick!"

Fan Mengyi waved her hands repeatedly, her face full of begging for mercy.

She knew how powerful her master was. She would not have to lie on the bed for ten days or half a month after slashing with her hand!

Even though Fan Mengyi's attitude of begging for mercy was very sincere, Luo Hong's hand knife still hit her head, causing her to squat down with a "hmm".

I haven't learned a lesson for more than 20 years. This girl has become so many, so I have to rectify it.

"I don't want to get too entangled with the people of Qingling Sect too much. Do you have anything to say to them?"

Luo Hong glanced at the Qingling Sect disciples who were looking at him with a blank expression on his face.

"No need, I have said before that if the master comes to find the disciple, the disciple will leave."

Fan Mengyi's hands were glowing red, obviously using her magic power to heal her wounds, and she responded without any nostalgia.

Over the years, she has done a lot for the Qingling Sect, and she has done her best to raise this sect that has raised her.

Life is not easy when she can't improve her cultivation. She has been looking forward to Luo Hong's arrival.

Luo Hong nodded slightly, which saved a lot of verbal talk. With a dynamic thought, he led the commander's spiritual boat to the sky.

A group of Qingling Sect disciples watched Fan Mengyi leave, their eyes full of envy.

Fan Mengyi's future is unlimited to be a disciple of such a powerful monk.

"Father, Sister Fan is leaving now?"

Gongsun Xing is still young and has the most touch on the parting. His eyes are red and he is reluctant to give up.

"Mengyi's road is different from ours, and we will take it sooner or later."

Gongsun Yu sighed. He knew that he could not keep Fan Mengyi. After saying "Take care" in his mind, he couldn't help but think about the future development of Qingling Sect.

Although Fan Mengyi was taken away by her senior in public, it does not mean that she had left the Qingling Sect in the eyes of outsiders.

Maybe the Qingling Sect can still use the power of that senior to enhance its prestige.

Gongsun Yu looked up at the monks watching the fun around him. The Huajian Sect chose to fight here for them.

These cultivators were originally disciples of the sect, but unfortunately the sect was destroyed in the beast tide. Now they are scattered cultivators. If they can recruit them, they can greatly increase the strength of the Qingling Sect.

Thinking of this, Gongsun Yu suddenly used a spell to amplify and shouted:

"Friends of Taoism, today my Qingling Gate opens the mountain gate. Anyone who meets the entry requirements can teach the "Qingling Sword Classic" of the sect!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the monks onlookers suddenly became turbulent. It was obviously Fan Mengyi's previous eye-catching performance that made them very moved.

"Father, Sister Fan is not practicing our Qingling Sword Book, so it's not good to say that."

Gongsun Xing blinked his innocent big eyes, grabbed one of Gongsun Yu's sleeves, and lowered his voice.

"It's okay. Even if someone finds something wrong in the future, just use the Xiaoyao Sword to tell the truth, you can easily get over it."

Gongsun Yu stroked his daughter's head gently and comforted her with a smile.

"Father, this is not what my daughter means, she means..."

"Xing'er, it depends on whether Qingling Sect can grow stronger. Why are you still standing? Go and help quickly!"

Gongsun Yu suddenly looked solemn. Before Gongsun Xing could finish speaking, he instructed him.

"Daughter obeys the order."

Seeing that his father was determined, Gongsun Xing stopped talking and pouted and ran away.

After watching his daughter leave, the gentle smile on Gongsun Yu's face suddenly disappeared, and his eyes gradually became solemn. Looking at the many monks who came to ask about the conditions for entry, he murmured:

"Although it's only ten years, I still have to do my best to live up to the entrusted by Uncle Wei!"

......

In an exquisitely decorated pavilion hall, Luo Hong and Han Li had already sent off the idle people and sat on the first seat, with only Fan Mengyi kneeling in the hall.

This place is the temporary residence arranged by Ling Yuling for them. Luo Hong took a sip of fragrant tea, glanced at the curious Old Demon Han, and said in a deep voice:

"Tell me, why did you disobey your order and come to Nanli Island?"

Because he took the pill to restore magic power on the spiritual boat, Fan Mengyi's face looked much better at this time. When he heard Luo Hong's problem, he immediately expressed the original story of that year with grievance.

"So that's it. The damage to the spiritual consciousness is indeed a bit missed by the teacher."

Through the art of forbidden divine art, Luo Hong could easily distinguish the true or falsehood of Fan Mengyi's words. After learning about the incident, her intention to blame her has been greatly reduced.

The secret method of attacking the spiritual consciousness is that few of the Nascent Soul cultivators mastered it. It is understandable that Fan Mengyi accidentally touched the Tao.

"But after you recovered from your injury, why didn't you come back to find a teacher and settle down on Nanli Island?"

"This is even more unfair to my disciples! I can't find the way back at all!"

Fan Mengyi straightened her waist and said in great grievance.

It turned out that Luo Hong thought Fan Mengyi's escape speed was slow, so she took her to fly away, so she only knew a very vague position.

Later, Gongsun Yu and the others were even more fleeing in a panic manner. They did not record the charts and were picked up and boarded a large spiritual boat, so they were not sure where they were.

Good guy, it turns out that he got lost!

Luo Hong keenly noticed the corner of the old demon Han's slightly curled mouth, and suddenly felt that he couldn't see through it.

"After all, it's because you're not careful!"

Seeing Fan Mengyi shrank her neck again, Luo Hong said in a slow tone:

"Forget it, just learn from the lesson, get up."

"Thank you, Master."

When Fan Mengyi saw that she had passed the test, she immediately smiled happily and stood up and bowed respectfully.

"Well, this is your uncle Han, come and see him."

Luo Hong reached out and introduced.

"My younger generation Fan Mengyi, I have met Uncle Han!"

Luo Hong and Han Li both showed their true appearance and cultivation at this time. Fan Mengyi had long been secretly guessing who the late-stage cultivator of Jiedan next to her. Now when she heard that she was her uncle, she suddenly realized that she had a bright future.

"Well, Senior Brother's disciples are indeed extraordinary. When we meet for the first time, I will give you this bottle of Qi Gathering Pill that can improve our cultivation."

When Han Li was in seclusion in Kirishima, in order to temper his alchemy skills, he refined many elixirs available to low-level monks. A mere bottle of Qi Gathering Pill is just a drop in the bucket.

After receiving the flying jade bottle, Fan Mengyi was about to thank her happily, but she heard her master say:

"Junior Brother Han, I have been wasted for twenty years, my disciple."

Han Li was slightly stunned, and then realized what Luo Hong said, and was not stingy. He waved his hand and threw out two bottles of Qi Gathering Pills.

"Junior Brother Han, my apprentice is not qualified."

It seems that Senior Brother Luo loves this disciple very much.

Thinking of this in his heart, Han Li was not vague in his hand and threw out two more jade bottles.

"Junior Brother Han, I'm Brother..."

"Senior Brother Luo, how much do you want? Please tell me a few more. Junior Brother is definitely not stingy."

Han Li was secretly funny, stopped Luo Hong from the excuse of running to his mouth, and said in a harmonious voice.
To be continued...