typeface
large
in
Small
Turn off the lights
Previous bookshelf directory Bookmark Next

Chapter 15 Old Friends

Qingyun walked back to Xiaolong and took out a recovery pill for Xiaolong to drink. Suotian on the side couldn't help but feel jealous. Old man Feng Mo took the elixir out casually like a jelly bean.

"How do you feel? You don't look good." Qingyun said worriedly.

"Brother." Xiaolong couldn't hide the look of depression on his face, "The man in gray before was a master in the middle stage of Nascent Soul. I relied on the clan's secret method to forcibly improve my cultivation in order to gain the power of that blow. But now I have been

The backlash is so severe that I’m afraid I won’t be able to recover for a long time.”

"Follow me back to Jishan Village, my hometown. I haven't been back for more than ten years and I miss it very much. You can rest in peace there to recuperate."

"But it's very difficult for me to even walk now. If we are walking outside like this, if we encounter the pursuit of the old man Yanxiang..." Xiaolong lost his usual liveliness and drooped his head.

"Then let's stay here for a while and wait until your injury is better before we go on our way." Qingyun couldn't think of any other good ideas at the moment.

"Huh, you can't use ready-made things. You are really stupid." Suo Tian muttered to himself. "If these two silly boys live here for ten or eight years and don't leave, don't I have to stay with them? Then

Aren't you going to die of suffocation?" Thinking of this, Suotian immediately put on a smiling expression and walked to Qingyun and said: "Master, you can actually let Xiaolong enter your storage ring to recuperate. This storage ring is not an ordinary one.

The storage bag is comparable. Although there is no spiritual energy in it, there are many elixirs in it, and the little dragon recovers very quickly."

"Oh? Do you know all the pills in it?" Qingyun asked lightly.

"Of course, I don't care... Oh no, the last owner of the little one was old man Feng Mo. There is nothing in his storage ring that I don't recognize. Master, don't worry." Suo Tian

I felt so happy in my heart. It turned out that this stupid boy didn't know the pill inside at all. Hehe, he was getting a big deal now.

When Xiaolong heard this, he immediately lost his look of depression and smiled. He couldn't wait to let Qingyun put him into the storage ring. Qingyun knew that Xiaolong was probably thinking about the fairy fruit in the storage space, so he couldn't help but smile.

Laugh. One person and one dragon are connected by blood, so the little dragon can still communicate with Qingyun after entering the storage ring.

"Brother, you have to be careful about that sword spirit...he doesn't really surrender to you."

"I understand. You stay in there and recuperate. We will return to Jishan Village right away." After Qingyun and Xiaolong's mental transmission, they immediately used their spiritual power to travel throughout their bodies, removing all the dirt on the surface of their bodies, and suddenly felt a wave of "no".

He came out feeling refreshed. He walked out of the cave, stretched out, and looked at the sky with squinted eyes. It was a sunny afternoon. After thinking about the direction for a while, he took up the Wind Control Technique and sped eastward. Suotian didn't dare

If you are slow, follow immediately.

This time, he used his spiritual power to control the flight of the Wind Control Technique, and he had just broken through to the Dan Formation stage. Qingyun found that his speed had suddenly increased a lot. But before he could be happy, he saw Suotian passing by with a "whoosh" sound.

Qingyun suddenly became depressed again. Suotian realized something was wrong, and immediately turned back and followed Qingyun, saying with a flattering look on his face: "Master, I have been sleeping for 20,000 years, but I got too excited when I came out." Qingyun was speechless and simply said

Just ignore it and fly with all your strength.

He planned to go to the seaside first, and then take a boat back to his hometown. He grew up on the seaside and was very familiar with the sea, so he was more confident in avoiding the pursuit of the old man Yanxiang of the Great Yan Sect. Then Yanxiang was gone.

His grandson, there was absolutely no reason to let Xiaolong go. But on the return trip, a roundabout strategy had to be adopted, and he could not return to the village until it was safe.

While Qingyun was flying, he was thinking about the moves he could use to attack. Since he couldn't learn the flame magical power of the Great Yan Sect, he continued to practice hard on the most basic gravity technique in the entire continent.

After flying like this for more than ten days, a small town gradually appeared in front of him. This was a small town where he and Dunzi had lived for more than a month, Shatuo Town. This small town was lined with shops and densely populated.

According to the regulations of the Qingyang Empire, every small town has a small team from the empire stationed there. This small team is responsible for the security of the town and has extraordinary strength. It is said that a long time ago, when there was no shortage of spiritual energy and resources on the mainland, the cultivation of the

Human beings have their own world, the world of cultivation, which has almost no intersection with the mortal world. However, as the spiritual energy becomes thinner and thinner, and the treasures of heaven and earth become less and less, people from the two worlds slowly mix together to form this continent today.

, and mortals can practice regardless of their qualifications. Therefore, the boundaries between mortals and monks on this continent are becoming increasingly blurred.

The Chaos Art of Heaven and Earth practiced by Qingyun has a hidden function, so when he arrived in the town, he did not hide it at all. Although he had reached the elixir-forming stage and did not need to eat or drink, he was still going to find an inn to rest before going on his way. Walking slowly on the street, he looked

Going to this lively street and the busy crowd, the blue clouds feel like a world away.

When I was still in Jishan Village, I would go to nearby towns with Jizi and Xiao Yulan every once in a while to explain Xiao Yulan's slander, and by the way, I would bring some materials for making wine to Grandpa Lin. What a wonderful life those days were.

It's so pleasant. If it weren't for trying to find a way to heal the body, he and Yi Zi wouldn't have spent more than half a year rushing to the Great Yan Sect.

And Suotian followed Qingyun swaggeringly with an expression of "I am the uncle". Although he had been sleeping for 20,000 years and had almost no cultivation, the arrogance in his bones was not diminished at all. He turned a corner,

A signboard of "Youjia Inn" caught Qingyun's eyes. Qingyun's steps paused slightly, and a hint of warmth rose in her heart. Ten years have passed, and this inn seems to have not changed much. But she doesn't know if she still recognizes herself.

Qingyun laughed at himself, shook his head, and slowly walked into the inn. As soon as he entered the inn, he saw a rough and tall young man sitting there and yelling: "Innkeeper, bring me another jar of wine." It was obvious that the young man was already a little nervous.

Feeling drunk.

"Bring wine, what kind of wine? Meng Dagang, if you don't pay for the wine this time, my aunt will kick you to the street." Although this voice was full of anger, it sounded like a silver bell to Qingyun's ears. As he spoke,

Then he saw a beautiful woman, about twenty years old, jumping down from the second floor of the inn. She took three steps at a time and arrived at the table of the rugged young man. Qingyun glanced at it casually, feeling slightly excited.

It turned out that she had reached the peak of Qi Condensation stage. But Qingyun felt a little surprised by the rugged young man's vague spiritual power fluctuations. After coming downstairs, the woman walked directly to the young man's table, seemingly

Qingyun didn't even look at Qingyun. A trace of regret flashed through Qingyun's heart, but he was relieved immediately. After all, ten years have passed, who will still remember him as a weak boy with strange problems?

This chapter has been completed!
Previous Bookshelf directory Bookmark Next