Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

After a meal!

In the sky above a mountain range three hundred miles outside Sword Spirit City, two rays of light were seen breaking through the sky. After the light faded, two figures were revealed.

"Senior Zhou, the cave where you will live in the future is on the mountain below. Uncle Zhong has told me to let this junior choose a good cave for you. The spiritual energy here is so rich that it can be said that it has a radius of five hundred miles. One of the best among them.”

A beautiful woman in the early stage of foundation building bent down and said respectfully to Wu Fan in front of her. At the same time, she held a jade plaque in her hands and handed it over.

"Well, this place is nice, and since you are considerate, I will reward you with this bottle of "Yuan Sheng Dan"."

Wu Fan lowered his head and looked down, and couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction. Then he took the jade token from the woman's hand with a smile and threw a bottle of pills over.

The woman was startled when she heard the words, and subconsciously reached out to take the pill bottle, but soon, her delicate and delicate face was filled with excitement, because she knew how precious this Sheng Yuan Pill was, it was no exaggeration. She said that this was the second time she had obtained this elixir since she established the foundation. This time, even her eyes looked at Wu Fan with a hint of sparkle, and she hurriedly bowed and said in a sweet voice:

"Thank you, senior, for the reward. These are what juniors should do. From now on, senior can just give instructions to juniors. In the following days, juniors will always be waiting for orders in the cave."

"Okay, you can go back. I don't need to keep anyone here. I like peace and quiet."

Wu Fan waved his hand expressionlessly, and without saying a word, it instantly turned into a rainbow and flew downwards.

The woman was stunned by Wu Fan's actions, but soon, a look of disappointment appeared in her eyes, and she secretly thought it was a pity that such a good opportunity was not seized. She knew in her heart that if she could make this dignified person It is a great joy to be appreciated by a late-stage golden elixir monk. Even if the other party just makes a few casual remarks, it will benefit her for the rest of her life.

If she did something to make this senior happy and gave her a few bottles of elixirs or spiritual weapons, it would give her a chance to turn around.

Although she wanted to fight for it again, after taking a look at the senior's back, she shook her head and turned away with a bitter smile because she was really afraid of offending him.

…

Halfway up the mountain, Wu Fan glanced at the white mist in front of him. He touched the jade token with one hand and saw a slender white light rushing out of the jade token in an instant and disappearing into the clouds in a flash.

Soon, with a rumble, the white mist covering the mountain peaks in front immediately parted to both sides, revealing a passage. Wu Fan rushed in without hesitation. Then the white mist immediately gathered in the middle again, and it returned to its original state in an instant.

In an elegant and clean hall, Wu Fan looked around, nodded with satisfaction, and then raised his legs and walked towards the bedroom.

A moment later, in the small alchemy room, Wu Fan sat cross-legged on the ground. On the ground in front of him, there was a severely damaged golden-armored puppet with one arm missing.

Wu Fan glanced at the puppet, couldn't help but shake his head and sighed, then waved his arm, and with a flash of white light, more than a dozen materials of various sizes appeared on the ground.

Then Wu Fan raised his arm, and a silver object on the ground that was as big as a fist and looked like fine iron flew to and stopped in front of him. Then Wu Fan opened his mouth wide, and after two "chirps", a purple bird It rushed out of its mouth in an instant, and after circling for a while, it immediately turned into a ball of flames and enveloped the piece of fine iron.

There were bursts of crackling sounds, and under the terrifying high temperature, the fine iron quickly showed signs of melting, but Wu Fan just glanced at it and closed his eyes.

………

Seven days later…………

The white mist outside the cave suddenly parted after rolling, and a figure rushed out instantly and flew straight to the Teleportation Hall hundreds of miles away.

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"Bluetooth Island" is located in the north-eastern part of the overseas country and falls within the sphere of influence of the Wanjian Sect.

This island is very small, only a few dozen miles in diameter, but it contains a precious mineral vein, which is rich in a material called "green copper stone". Once this material is extracted, it becomes a very expensive mineral. "Green Bronze Fine Iron", if some of this material can be added when refining some spiritual weapon-level flying swords, the aircraft will immediately become extremely tough. Therefore, Wanjian Sect still attaches great importance to this island.

There is only one tall building on this island, which is a three-story attic covering an area of ​​more than a hundred feet. It is said that several Jindan-stage elders of the Wanjian Sect are stationed here all year round, and within the first floor, there are more than a dozen Teleportation array.

In addition, there are thousands of simple stone houses scattered around this attic, filled with low-level disciples.

At this moment, long rainbows can be seen everywhere over the island. The low-level monks looked extremely busy while flying, and the expressions on their faces were also extremely solemn.

On the third floor of the tall attic, there were three Jindan monks discussing something with a frown on their face, as if they were very anxious.

These three people were two men and one woman. Only one of them, the old man, was a middle-stage Jindan monk, and the remaining two were in the early stage of Jindan.

"Senior Brother Hou, what should we do now! You said that the high-level officials of this sect are really serious. They only gave us the task of taking back "Moling Island", but they did not give us more manpower. Yesterday, a disciple came back to report. According to the investigation, You know, the Ghost Spirit Sect actually sent "Master Devil Crying". This person is a late-stage monk. I don't need to say more about how powerful he is. Even if the three of us are tied together, we will not be his opponent. How can we take back the "Mo Ling Island"? Aren't the senior leaders of the sect sincerely trying to make things difficult for us?"

The woman among them had an indignant look on her face, and she looked at the old man in front of her and said complainingly. Although this woman looks average and is a middle-aged woman, her figure is very eye-catching. Even if she is sitting on a chair in a loose skirt, she cannot hide her proud figure.

"Junior sister Ye, you can't say this casually. Fortunately, we are the only ones here. If these words are passed back, the higher-ups will have opinions on you. In fact, you don't have to be angry. The sect is not the same now. Is there no other way? All the elders are currently performing their duties, and there are no idle people here to support us. But since the sect has assigned the task, there must be arrangements from above, otherwise we should just wait."

Before the old man could speak, a short middle-aged man on the side shook his head and smiled bitterly. This man was wearing a black shirt, less than five feet tall, with a dark face and an unattractive appearance.

"Okay, you are worried too much. Junior brother Yu is right. How could the sect let the three of us go to die? In fact, you don't know something. Just today, I just received a piece of news saying that the sect is not going to die soon." People will be sent to support us, so we just have to wait.”

The old man sitting in the top position waved to the two of them and said. This man has white hair and a white beard, and is slightly chubby, but he has a good aura, and a gleam of light often flashes between his eyes.