Gou cultivates immortality in the wizarding world

The golden light flying out from Zhengyangmen Mansion was not slow, and it took a few breaths to reach a hundred meters in front of Lu Feng. `

The golden light dissipated, revealing a bald old man with a square face. The bald old man had a masculine smell, but like the sunset at dusk, there was an unpleasant smell of decay.

"Ancestor Zhengyang!"

When Lu Feng saw the visitor, he glanced at Yunxia's mansion and guessed the identity of the bald old man.

Lu Feng had established the Red Leaf Society for many years and had gained a lot of nearby information. Naturally, he also knew a lot about the evil neighbor Zhengyang Clan. He already knew the general situation of the Zhengyang Patriarch.

Now, seeing this bald man with a masculine spiritual aura, and a strong man appearing on the territory of Zhengyangmen, who else could it be besides the Zhengyang Patriarch.

Seeing that Lu Feng recognized his identity, Patriarch Zhengyang laughed and admitted generously:

"Haha! Taoist friends have good eyesight. Yes, I am the head of the Zhengyang Sect, Zhengyangzi. Although I am a bit old, I can't be called an ancestor! I just don't know how to call you Taoist friends?"

While talking and laughing, Patriarch Zhengyang asked about Lu Feng's identity again.

However, Patriarch Zhengyang was too blind to recognize Lu Feng. Patriarch Zhengyang could feel the powerful aura on Lu Feng's body and knew that this was a comrade who was not to be trifled with.

bother you for something.

Regarding Lu Feng's arrival, the ancestor was also a little panicked.

"Haha, it seems that fellow Taoist Zhengyang is not too busy. You and I have been neighbors for more than ten years. I didn't expect that when we meet today, fellow Taoist still doesn't recognize me!" Listening to Zhengyang Patriarch asking seriously , Lu Feng’s eyes flashed and he smiled lightly.

"Neighbor!"

After hearing what Lu Feng said, Patriarch Zhengyang pinched the white beard on his chin and was stunned for a moment, then an unknown fire suddenly arose in his heart.

Speaking of the Red Leaf Club, ancestor Zhengyang still remembers it vividly.

He has not forgotten that the Red Leaf Society killed hundreds of his Zhengyang Sect disciples and an elder of the sect, and also stole a famous low-grade magical weapon from the Zhengyang Sect, the Lieyang Burning Flame Flag.

The resources of the Earthly Immortal Realm are poor. Although the Burning Sun Flag is a low-grade magic weapon, it was a treasure that Patriarch Zhengyang spent a lot of thought and hard work to refine and use to guard the mountain gate.

The Lieyang Burning Flame Flag was robbed, and Patriarch Zhengyang was so heartbroken that his heart was bleeding.

If he hadn't been in seclusion and practicing hard at that time, Patriarch Zhengyang would have already knocked on the gate of Hongye Society to ask for the Burning Sun Flag.

Later, when he came out of seclusion, he heard that the Red Leaf Society was at war with the Wanshan League and was lucky enough to win the battle. Ancestor Zhengyang thought about it again and again, but resisted the idea of ​​going to the mountain gate.

"Looking at the trip of President Luo of the Red Leaf Society, he should be attending the Water and Land Dharma Assembly in Dahe Temple. This President Luo has a strong aura. If I fight with him now, I am afraid it will be difficult to win. Let me have a showdown with him and we will He brought him to Dahe Temple. Let's make a plan with my friend and come back to cause trouble for him." Patriarch Zhengyang's thoughts were spinning in his mind, and he quickly made a decision.

When Patriarch Zhengyang was young, he studied under Dahe Temple.

Later, after some changes, he went out to Dahe Temple and established the famous Zhengyang Gate near Dahe Temple.

Its origins are rarely known to outsiders.

Patriarch Zhengyang suppressed the unknown anger in his heart and remained calm on the surface, pretending to be amicable. He patted his bald head and said apologetically: "Fellow Daoist Luo, this is really not the case. Our two families are neighbors like this." For many years, I have not visited you, and some of the feud between the two families has not been resolved. Today, I will apologize here! Fellow Daoist Luo, if you need any compensation, as long as I can give it, just say it!"

Ancestor Zhengyang put himself on a very low level with his words.

All the responsibility for the feud between the two families was placed on Zhengyangmen.

"Deliberately? Or accidentally? I always feel like this old man is probably just faking it!"

Ancestor Zhengyang's performance gave Lu Feng a feeling of déjà vu.

There was always a feeling that when he was hanging out in the [Botanical Garden], he would bow his head and make a small show of acting when he met a strong man.

Although Zhengyangmen are evil neighbors, the friction between Hongyehui and Zhengyangmen is still on a small scale and has not yet reached the level of life-and-death enemies.

Just meeting Lu Feng and hearing his greetings, do you need to be so humble?

"This Zhengyangzi is probably overacting. I want to see what tricks you can pull off!" Lu Feng thought to himself.

On the surface, Lu Feng also pretended to be generous, saying that there was not much quarrel between Hongye Club and Zhengyangmen. We could all take a step back and turn the hostility into friendship, and neighbors would help each other and love each other.

As for compensation, there is no need to mention it. Anyway, the Red Leaf Festival did not suffer any loss that year, so Lu Feng just settled it generously.

"Forget it, then who will pay for my Burning Sun Flag, who will pay for the lives of my Zhengyang Sect's elders and hundreds of disciples!" Patriarch Zhengyang roared in his heart, furious, but his face He still looked kind and chatted enthusiastically with Lu Feng.

The obsessed Ancestor Zhengyang completely forgot that everything that happened back then was caused by greed and malice among the people of Zhengyang Sect.

The two old foxes chatted for a long time and became familiar with each other.

At this time, Patriarch Zhengyang suddenly remembered something, patted his bald head, and said regretfully:

"We had such a good chat that I almost forgot about Fellow Daoist Luo's business. Fellow Daoist, you have received an invitation from Dahe Temple to attend the Water and Land Dharma Assembly at Dahe Temple! I have also received an invitation, so why don't we set off together? When we get to the gate of Dahe Temple, we can have a long talk."

"That's fine, that's what I had in mind. I'm wandering around in the sky chatting, helpless, and it only increases consumption." Lu Feng heard the suggestion of Patriarch Zhengyang and nodded in agreement.

After Lu Feng agreed, Patriarch Zhengyang was not ready to lead his men there, and flew away with a flash of golden light.

"It's such a slow speed. It seems that the Zhengyang Patriarch has only developed a spiritual vein. Judging from the smell of mana on his body, he has not cultivated the ordinary Five Elements Spiritual Vein, but a Yang Spiritual Vein! A bit! mean!"

Seeing Ancestor Zhengyang flying in front, Lu Feng observed for a few breaths and made a judgment.

Lu Feng didn't take Patriarch Zhengyang's strength seriously. The giant octopus monster and native Orius in his Green Wood Spiritual Realm could press Patriarch Zhengyang to the ground and rub him against him.

Even if he conspired with other people in the Zhengyang Sect, Lu Feng would still be sure of protecting himself.

Immediately, Lu Feng lowered his flying speed slightly, maintaining the level of almost two low-level human-level spiritual veins, maintaining his flying spell, and slowly caught up with the ancestor Zhengyang who was flying in front.

Above the black clouds, although Luo Xueqing was a little confused as to why the president's flying speed dropped sharply after seeing Ancestor Zhengyang, she still stood beside Lu Feng without saying a word.

Seeing Lu Feng catching up, Patriarch Zhengyang, who had been maintaining 80% speed, raised his eyebrows and thought in his mind.

"President Luo of the Hongye Society can fly at such a speed with a maid. He is so powerful! According to the intelligence of his subordinates, it has only been twenty years since he was born. He has just made a name for himself. When he was a young man, he was a top-grade Taoist boy. In just twenty years, he has become stronger than his old ancestor. At least he has developed two spiritual veins in the spiritual realm! In this era, there are still With this kind of cultivation speed, I’m afraid you have something in your hands.”

Thinking about Lu Feng's background and strength, Patriarch Zhengyang became more and more excited.

If I could kill this man in Dahe Temple and get his chance, my ancestor might be able to develop a spiritual vein and live another hundred and eighty years.

Along the way, the two old foxes had their own thoughts, but on the surface they were still in harmony.

Along the way, Ancestor Zhengyang familiarly introduced the scenery along the way to Lu Feng, and the various forces in various places, quite like an old-timer or a big brother.

After flying for most of the day, there was gradually more water vapor between the sky and the earth.

Not long after, a wide river appeared in the field of vision of several people in the air.

"This is the Changfeng River, the largest water vein in Liangzhou, which runs from east to west and supports countless living creatures on the land!" After flying to the Changfeng River, Ancestor Zhengyang slowed down his flying speed and introduced.

"Changfeng River is really wide!"

Lu Feng sighed, Luo Xueqing next to him saw this scene for the first time, and her beautiful eyes were filled with excitement.

The water surface of Changfeng River is several miles wide, flat and slow-flowing, and stretches as far as the eye can see. In the eyes of Luo Xueqing, who has never seen the vastness of the sea, it is truly majestic and majestic.

However, in Lu Feng's eyes, this Changfeng River was just that.

No matter how big and wide the land water veins are, can there be such a vast sea area that encircles the Trandi subcontinent into islands? Can a first-level wizard have to be careful when crossing the stormy sea?

However, Lu Feng took advantage of the situation and sighed at the right time.

"Country bumpkin! I'm stunned by the scenery. Why don't you practice some earthly immortality? You might as well go home and plant sweet potatoes! What a waste of such a good opportunity!"

Seeing Lu Feng's performance in the eyes of Ancestor Zhengyang, the Ancestor scorned in his heart that such scenes were just the most common scenery outside Dahe Temple. When he was practicing in Dahe Temple, he had long been tired of seeing them.

Patriarch Zhengyang seemed to have selectively forgotten his behavior when he was led by the monks in the temple to the Changfeng River.

I was so amazed and dumbfounded that I almost fell into the water from the boat crossing the river. If it weren't for the sharp eyesight and quick hands of the monks in the temple, I wouldn't have the name of Patriarch Zhengyang today.

"Come with me, I will take you to Dahe Temple!"

After admiring the scenery of Changfeng River, under the leadership of Patriarch Zhengyang, the three of them crossed the river and flew along the river bank not far before they saw a magnificent temple built on the cliff on the river bank.

The red walls and golden tiles stretch for several miles along the coast. At first glance, Dahe Temple looks like golden sand spread on the cliffs on the shore, which is dazzling.

Countless devout incense devotees entered the temple of Dahe Temple like ants to pray and offer incense.

The incense dispersed, and Lu Feng and others could smell the incense in the air.

It can be seen that Dahe Temple is prosperous and prosperous here.

Together with Ancestor Zhengyang, they flew past the mountain gate of Dahe Temple and entered the depths of the temple. The three of them landed in front of the most luxurious and magnificent temple with a strong atmosphere.

As soon as they landed, several monks with strong auras, led by a kind-hearted old monk, came forward to welcome Lu Feng and Patriarch Zhengyang.

"The poor monk has a far-reaching heart and has seen two donors!" The kind-faced old monk shouted the name of Buddha and introduced himself.

There was no need to show the invitation letter. Lu Feng and Zhengyang Patriarch had the aura of the Taoist realm, which naturally confirmed their identities.

"Xinyuan, you haven't forgotten me. Let me introduce you. This is the president of the Red Leaf Society, Fellow Daoist Luo. His strength is not inferior to that of you and me, and he can be considered a strong man!"

Before Lu Feng could speak, Ancestor Zhengyang walked up to him in a familiar manner, chatted with Xinyuan, and introduced Lu Feng.

"Amitabha, it's really a great blessing for Dahe Temple that Donor Luo can come to attend the ceremony!" After hearing the introduction from Patriarch Zhengyang, the smile on Old Monk Xinyuan's face grew brighter, and he quickly greeted Lu Feng warmly.

Lu Feng also smiled and communicated with the old monk Xinyuan, and he was familiar with Dahe Temple here.

After just a few glances, Lu Feng knew that the old monk from Dahe Temple who greeted them had a far-sighted mind and was also a powerful person who had cultivated into the spiritual realm.

"I just don't know how many such monks there are in Dahe Temple, or how many people like him are stronger than him."

After several people talked for a while, another red cloud fell from the sky, revealing a strong barbarian in strange clothes.

"The people from the Wanshan League are here! Zhengyangzi, please show Fellow Daoist Luo around first, and then take me to receive this newly arrived Fellow Daoist!" Seeing the barbarians arriving, the old monk said with a heartfelt apology, Then he went to greet the barbarians from the Wanshan League.

The task of the old monk Xinyuan is to receive all the forces that come to participate in the water and land ceremony, so naturally he will not lose etiquette because of this.

Lu Feng glanced at the barbarian from the Wanshan League. This man was probably at the level of a spiritual vein, and his aura was the same as that of the female barbarian he killed who had cultivated a spiritual realm.

The whole body exudes a strong blood energy, and is surrounded by many resentful ghosts. The strong smell of blood is incompatible with the magnificent and upright atmosphere of Dahe Temple.

"Could this person be the relative, friend, and mentor of that female barbarian? There are also contrasting scenes. It seems that Dahe Temple is not a serious thing!" Lu Feng thought to himself.

Although Dahe Temple is a temple, it is also a powerful force.

As far as forces are concerned, the distinction between good and evil is sometimes not so clear.

Because all forces are gray.

The strong barbarian seemed to have noticed Lu Feng's gaze. He looked towards Lu Feng. When he saw Lu Feng's appearance, the strong barbarian's face, covered with strange totem patterns, instantly became distorted, and a ball of blazing fire ignited in his dark eyes. anger.

"Amitabha!"

However, when the old monk Xinyuan gave a majestic Buddhist chant, the strong barbarian still turned his head forcibly, no longer looking at Lu Feng, and then followed the guidance of the old monk Xinyuan and left the place.

Seeing the performance of the strong barbarian, Lu Feng touched his chin, then looked at Luo Xueqing beside him, and thought to himself:

"It seems that along the way, I have provoked many enemies in the Earthly Immortal World. Wanshan League, Zhengyangmen, and if I say more, Dahe Temple seems to be an enemy as well."

Lu Feng sighed. After some calculation, he seemed to have entered the dragon's pond and the tiger's den.

The second chance he encountered to make a fortune in the world of Earthly Immortals was the information and memories in the remnant soul of a disciple of Dahe Temple.

Resume updating, I had a boring day today, and finally my thoughts became clearer in the evening. I should be able to write more tomorrow.

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