The Original Seeker

People can't help themselves in the arena, let alone in a half-gray and half-black organization like Wentianmen.

Even if he looked innocent, Mo Fengwu had several lives.

It's like encountering a robber while escorting the goods. If you don't kill him, he will kill you. There is no room for mercy.

But this trip was safer than usual for an outing.

The troika went all the way and came to the foot of the mountain where the target was.

According to the instructions of the Yin Yang Zong Shengxian Order, the destination of the holder is the top of this mountain.

...

After easily stepping out of the confusion surrounding the mortals at the foot of the mountain, what caught everyone's eyes was an unimaginable piece of pavilions with carved beams and painted buildings.

Among the many pavilions, two fairies lingering in the dust stood on the ground, watching the carriage slowly walking to the front of the temple.

It's just that compared to their pure appearance, the content of the dialogue between the two inevitably has a huge contrast.

"It seems that the one who found the fairyland this time is a rich kid in a mortal world?"

"This is no ordinary rich kid."

"Milfies, young and beautiful, elegant and mature, oh, there is also a castrated sex, seems to be a very playful young man, all kinds of hobbies are complete."

The two swept the horse-sweeping cart with divine minds.

"Sister, I like this kind of playfulness."

"A person who knows how to play like this must be very sensational to be played by us." In the speech, one of the fairy's hands had already begun to stretch down somewhat unconsciously.

Among the troikas, there is only one and a half males in total, and half of them are still alive. It is hard to distinguish between males and females. It is no wonder they think about Feifei.

"The scholar over there belongs to me, don't you want to fight with me."

"That muscular one is not bad too."

"What's the use of a muscle? It's like an inflated one. After two more breaths, nothing will be left."

"Look at him... it must be more than two times, at least five times!"

"That's your food!"

Surrounding the two men who also held the Shengxian Ling, the two had strange content.

"Snapped!"

Suddenly there was a crisp sound.

"You're going to die! It's fine if you touch your own, it's nothing to touch mine."

"..."

...

"Someone showed me my Yin Yang Zong Shengxian order."

After quietly tidying up her appearance and putting a new foundation on her somewhat rosy face, the second girl fell from the six or seven-story observation deck, just in front of the carriage.

In addition to these troikas, there are two men and one woman holding the Yin-Yang Zongsheng Order.

However, when they face Xianyuan, their attitude is much more cautious than those on the carriage.

Especially the two male mortals, bowed their heads deeply, and did not dare to look at the two female fairies at a glance.

Just bowing their heads slightly, they probably exposed their true thoughts.

As for the woman who found the fairy tale, she covered her face and showed only a pair of eyes that seemed to have experienced vicissitudes of life. She could neither see her expression nor her inner thoughts.

...

"This is the real hermit monk?"

Mo Fengwu looked at the second girl in shock.

It's not because of how attractive they are, but simply amazed at each other's strength.

Even the top martial arts masters in Taizhou Fucheng, jumping from a six or seven-story building, are at best unharmed, but they definitely can't perform as gracefully as them.

They are like two flying elves, dancing step by step from an invisible air staircase.

Compared with martial arts people, the little monks who are in the city are even less talking, except for a few spells that are surprising, and I am afraid that even the innate masters can't beat them.

Fucheng is well-informed, and martial arts people are used to walking north and south. The low-level Qi-refining cultivators can't shock them with their status as immortal masters.

As long as there is a glimmer of hope for high-level cultivators, they will devote themselves to the foundation-building efforts, and have no intention of consuming them with mortals.

...

Seeing the two fairies come to the carriage, Bai Mo slowly opened the curtain and met the two fairies from the Yin Yang school for the first time.

"boom!"

There seemed to be a loud bang in his head that opened up the world.

"What happened……?"

The eyes of the two began to darken, and the scenery in their eyes gradually became blurred...

"Two, take me to the Yin Yang Sect."

"Yes... Sovereign."

"No, you are not the sect master, who are you?!"

After several seconds, one of the women suddenly bit her tongue hard.

The intense pain gave her temporary clarity, and she immediately tried her best to remind her companions.

It's a pity that the body didn't seem to be obedient, and only struggled to jump a distance of less than five meters.

A foundation-building cultivator of his own dignity, would he be inattentive?

"Who are you?" The second woman who had struggled to wake up, put away all her frivolity, picked up a pink damask, and stared solemnly at the white ink that slowly got off the carriage.

"I said, take me to the Yin-Yang Sect." Bai Mo showed a trace of pressure, and directly pressed the two women into breathlessness.

"Boss Jin Dan?!" The two glanced at each other and decided to give up resistance.

"Follow the decree of the predecessors." The second daughter Yingying Yifu immediately transformed into a leading party.

Within the Demon Sect, it is natural for the weak to feed on the weak and the weak to rely on the strong. The two cultivators in the early stage of foundation building, facing the Jindan major repairs, of course, they will immediately descend.

Any sense of sect responsibility is bullshit.

To say that this sudden change is the most shocking, it is not the two people of Yin and Yang Sect, but the other three people holding the Ascension Token.

They originally thought that the people on the carriage were too capable of showing off, and they couldn't get out of the carriage even when they came to the fairy master.

As a result, I found out that it was not a show at all...

"Floating Temple, get up!" One of the female cultivators of the Yin and Yang sect named Yan Qing took out a flying boat from her storage bag.

Then Bai Mo's big sleeve waved, everyone present, including the owner of the ark, lost consciousness, and when they reacted in the next moment, they were already on top of the ark.

"..."

"The light boat has passed the ten thousand heavy mountains..." The fellow scholars have experienced this situation~www.wuxiaspot.com~ can't help but recite poems.

Bai Mo glanced at the scholar.

The speed of this ark is very fast, but in an hour, it has crossed thousands of mountains and rivers to reach the Yin-Yang Zongshan gate thousands of miles away.

This mountain gate is also hidden within the huge array. There is no special method. Outsiders can't find the real position at all, they can only find a needle in a haystack.

"Senior Sister Yanqing?" The monk guarding the mountain gate array recognized this flying boat and its owner.

"It's me, open the big formation." Liu Yanqing walked out of the flying boat slightly unnaturally.

Recalling what had just happened in the flying boat, her face became even more unnatural.

PS: I was going to grumble, but I had insomnia for some reason, so I just coded it.

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