At the same time, let Shen Guanyu use her consciousness to control two or three water lines. She can.

But just like Fang Fang, she expanded her spiritual consciousness into twelve strands and put the twelve water lines into the gourd of heaven and earth. She still can't do it now.

Little did she know that Wan Yi deliberately showed his hand to her, and all the people in the village who were not injured and had cultivation levels above the tenth level of Qi refining were hunted.

At this moment, among the hundreds of people in the village, she and Aunt Wan were the only two who had established foundations. The others were either warriors without spiritual roots or injured little Qi refiners.

Seeing Shen Guanyu's unabashed envy, Wan Yi felt proud in her heart, but she couldn't see it at all on her face.

After she collected the water and the stream became thinner, Shen Guanyu said, "May I ask my friend, where is this place?"

"Inside Tianwu Mountain." After Wan Yi finished speaking, he asked, "Do you know where Tianwu Mountain is?"

Shen Guanyu was extremely surprised. The information she came across never mentioned that there were human races within Tianwu Mountain.

Of course, Tianwu Mountain is not a mountain, but a group of mountains located further north in the extreme wilderness guarded by Wanjian Sect.

It is not only part of the Tiannan boundary, but also often wanders outside Tiannan.

Unlike Cang'er, which actively isolated itself from the outside world before, the poisonous miasma here has formed a barrier surrounding the mountains all year round, so it is passively isolated from the outside world.

There are wild beasts that are several times larger than ordinary monsters living in the mountains.

Although the effect of using the fur and blood of desolate beasts to refine weapons and elixirs would be much better, the monks would never come in on their own initiative, and the desolate beasts could not escape the poisonous miasma.

Only during the half-moon period every hundred years when the silver-blue moon overlaps with the normal moonlight in the sky, can wild beasts have a chance to come out.

Every time they broke out of the poisonous miasma and wreaked havoc, it was a time of disaster in the Northern Wasteland. Every time the alliance sent monks to fight against them, not even 30% of them returned alive.

She couldn't help but ask: "Have there always been humans in Tianwu Mountain?"

Wan Yi looked her up and down for a while and then said: "It existed in ancient times. This is also the only place where the inheritance has not been interrupted after the spiritual energy disorder in the Tiannan Realm."

No, although Shen Guanyu has only seen the person across from him so far, it is definitely not like Tao Dharma Changsheng here.

Otherwise, why would a monk who established the Dzogchen Foundation wear ordinary coarse cloth clothes instead of robes with a talisman array?

Of course, she also saw some places on the other party's clothes that were embroidered with defensive and cleansing runes, but ordinary cloth was ordinary cloth and could not be compared with the robes made from silkworm silk and various animal skins.

Shen Guanyu didn't refute her, saying that Cang'er couldn't explain a sentence or two. She said, "So, there are still many Nascent Soul Lords in the inner circle?"

The reason why we do not mention the god-transforming monks is because among the desolate beasts that have come out of Tianwu Mountain so far, the highest ones are only at the eighth level, and they are actually unable to transform at the eighth level.

Wanyi's mouth twitched, thinking that Yuanying was just a cabbage. She said with a sullen face: "No matter how many there are, it's no one else."

Shen Guanyu immediately stopped talking, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, fellow Taoist, for telling me where you are. I have something else to do, so I'll take my leave first."

With that said, she summoned the bamboo fan to leave.

Unexpectedly, Wan Yi stopped him like a ghost and said: "Leave the fan?"

Shen Guanyu raised his eyebrows: "What do you want in exchange?"

"This." Even though Wanyi Sword sounded and was about to strike with one strike, even if he was injured, both the magic weapon and the person would still be left behind.

Shen Guanyu suddenly summoned the fairy sword to block it, and as if his spiritual power was free, he rushed the fairy sword in front of him like crazy.

What's the point of looking at who doesn't have a sword yet? Take my move.

Shen Guanyu is completely unlike Wan Yi, holding the sword in his hand and always being indistinguishable from the sword.

She only injected her spiritual power into the fairy sword, controlled it to fly towards the sword, blocked, blocked, slashed and stabbed. After a few moves, she forced Wan Yi back two miles.

Shen Guanyu thrust forward, and when Wan Yi leaned up to hide from the sword, she quickly recalled the fairy sword, turned around, and flew away with her bamboo fan.

She didn't want to fight with the opponent at all. For such a poor monk, if she lost the fight, all her belongings would be looted.

If you win, the sword in your hand will only be sold for spiritual stones. It is not worth wasting your spiritual energy to fight someone to the death.

Shen Guanyu flew faster this time, and the bamboo fan was replaced with a high-grade spiritual stone.

Halfway through the flight, it was completely dark. She did not continue on her way, but chose a high place to prepare to set up the Ten Thousand Hidden Array.

As soon as she landed, she felt thousands of arrows coming at her. She turned her wrist and the bamboo fan flew up to block the arrows.

However, as soon as the fan touched the light of the arrow, the arrow really turned into light and slowly dissipated.

A middle-aged female cultivator came out of the darkness and said, "Did you guess it was us?"

Shen Guanyu took out the fairy sword, controlled the bamboo fan to block it, and glanced at Wan Yi who came out from behind the middle-aged female cultivator.

When she was about to open her mouth to speak, she heard the middle-aged female monk opposite: "So that my Taoist friends will know that my surname is Wan, and the Mongolian people will not give it up, so I will call you Aunt Wan."

My family, Wan Yi, rarely meets people from outside Tianwu Mountain, and often offends me. I hope you will forgive me."

A Foundation-Building Dzogchen was so polite to him? Shen Guanyu couldn't believe it even when he thought about it on his knees.

She said: "If you like this fan very much, I can sell it to you at a price."

"Sell us that sword too." Wan Yi opened his mouth to come, but Aunt Wan couldn't stop her, so she could only smile and said: "How about we exchange the skin and bones of a seventh-level desolate beast with you?"

Shen Guanyu is completely unlike Wan Yi, holding the sword in his hand and always being indistinguishable.

She only injected spiritual power into the fairy sword, controlled it to fly towards the sword, blocked, blocked, slashed and stabbed. After a few moves, she forced Wan Yi back two miles.

Shen Guanyu thrust forward, and when Wan Yi leaned up to hide from the sword, she quickly recalled the fairy sword, turned around, and flew away with her bamboo fan.

She didn't want to fight with the opponent at all. For such a poor monk, if she lost the fight, all her belongings would be looted.

If you win, the sword in your hand will only be sold for spiritual stones. It is not worth wasting your spiritual energy to fight someone to the death.

Shen Guanyu flew faster this time, and the bamboo fan was replaced with a high-grade spiritual stone.

Halfway through the flight, it was completely dark. She did not continue on her way, but chose a high place to prepare to set up the Ten Thousand Hidden Array.

As soon as she landed, she felt thousands of arrows coming at her. She turned her wrist and the bamboo fan flew up to block the arrows.

However, as soon as the fan touched the light of the arrow, the arrow really turned into light and slowly dissipated.

A middle-aged female cultivator came out of the darkness and said, "Did you guess it was us?"

Shen Guanyu took out the fairy sword, controlled the bamboo fan to block it, and glanced at Wan Yi who came out from behind the middle-aged female cultivator.

When she was about to open her mouth to speak, she heard the middle-aged female monk opposite: "So that my Taoist friends will know that my surname is Wan, and the Mongolian people will not abandon it, so I will call you Aunt Wan."

My family, Wan Yi, rarely meets people from outside Tianwu Mountain, and often offends me. I hope you will forgive me."

A Foundation-Building Dzogchen was so polite to him? Shen Guanyu couldn't believe it even when he thought about it on his knees.
Chapter completed!