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- When they walked out of the valley, they saw a car parked among the white clouds. The chariot was driven by five four-clawed dragons, each of which had a cultivation level in the middle stage of the Golden Core.
There is no cover in the car. Fang Zhenyu, who is wearing a white robe and looks very handsome, is sitting on it with a relaxed expression, looking like a handsome young man.
When he saw Fang Ling, he waved and said, "My dear nephew, get in the car. I will go with you to see your mother today."
Fang Ling's heart felt a little dark. It was a bit disgusting for this guy to call him his nephew in such a big way. His ancestor Fang was the dominant one. If he hadn't wanted to find Fang Qingmei and Wangwushan Cave Heaven this time, where would he have had time to quarrel with Fang Zhenyu?
After Fang Ling got on the car, the car took off and flew straight into the void. Fang Ling came here by teleportation array, so he was not familiar with the surrounding scenery.
At this time, looking down from the cloud car, you can see the peaks rising from the ground below, with tigers and dragons nestled between them, giving people a feeling of a different world.
He has seen many mountains. Qianyuan Mountain, the gate of the Zhendao Sect, is a famous mountain for cultivation in the State of Lu. But compared with this unknown mountain peak, it seems to be quite different.
This difference is not only the momentum, but also the aura.
?This place can even serve as the sect¡¯s headquarters for a large sect. And now looking at it, it should belong to this Fang clan.
"My nephew, this place is called Fanngling Mountain. There are thousands of peaks in total. It is the place of cultivation for our Fang clan. This time, we are going to the main peak, Tiantan Peak. My nephew has arrived there. Naturally, we can see to your mother."
"It's my nephew again, his grandma's, why don't you change the title?" Fang Ling felt unhappy. But he still said with a smile on his face: "Thank you very much, sir."
Fang Zhenyu laughed, waved the jade fan in his hand and said, "We are not outsiders, my dear nephew, why should you care about this?"
Outside Fang Zhenyu¡¯s carriage, there were not only ten beauties including Qing Ren, but also twenty monks at the Xudan level.
Sitting on this cart, it can be said to be majestic.
And as we get closer and closer to the highest peak in the middle, more and more monks are gathering from all directions. Many people passed by Fang Zhenyu's car. He respectfully stepped aside and saluted the car respectfully.
In response to these salutes, Fang Zhenyu just nodded lightly. But he didn't speak.
¡°Obviously, the status of these people is not worthy of letting him speak.
A quarter of an hour later, a chariot pulled by five dragons drove out. We have already arrived at a tower several thousand feet high. Looking up, you can barely see the summit beneath the peak.
At this time, more and more monks gathered behind Fang Zhenyu.
The Jindan monk driving the chariot pointed towards a platform covering an area of ??1,000 feet on the mountainside, and the five dragons pulled the chariot and flew towards the platform.
The ground is paved with white jade, the steps are made of sapphire, and there are hundreds of spirit gathering arrays, making the whole platform full of spiritual energy, like a fairyland on earth.
At this time, there were already many people standing on the platform on the surrounding steps. But there are many of them. But there is no feeling of clutter at all.
"Greetings to Senior Brother Zhenyu!" Almost a hundred people bowed and saluted Fang Zhenyu at the same time. The sound of this salute shook the earth.
Fang Zhenyu waved his hand, and just as he was about to speak, he heard someone say: "Look, Senior Sister Qingmei is here!"
Fang Ling could face Fang Qingmei's nominal mother calmly, but deep down in his heart, the instinct in his memory contained a deep affection for this mother.
¡°Otherwise, he wouldn¡¯t have gone to such lengths to find Fang Qingmei.
With this shout, Fang Ling followed everyone and looked into the void, and saw three huge unicorns in the void, pulling an exquisite chariot, galloping from a distance.
In the middle of the carriage, a woman with a beautiful face, but with a powerful look in her eyes, was sitting casually on the jade throne.
This woman cannot be called very beautiful, but there is a domineering look in her appearance. A kind of domineering that can be compared with Emperor Liu, which is a bit different from Fang Qingmei in this owner's memory.
In this owner¡¯s memory, Fang Qingmei was as heroic as a man, but not as domineering as she is now.
It seems that Fang Qingmei has experienced a lot in the past twenty years.
His heart was very calm, but the feelings deep in his heart were a little excited. Although it was not difficult for Fang Ling to control this emotion, he was not willing to do so.
Doing this is not conducive to the integration between him and the owner.
It is also not conducive to his future path to enlightenment.?, one step further.
When Fang Qingmei arrived, Fang Zhenyu had been paying attention to Fang Ling's movements. When he saw Fang Ling's eyes flashing with excitement, he felt a sense of complacency in his heart.
"Greetings to Senior Sister Qingmei!" This time, half of the people in the square bowed down towards the car coming down the wind.
Situations like this also represent Fang Qingmei's status in the Fang family at this time.
Fang Qingmei waved her hand gently and said lightly: "No need to be polite."
Fang Zhenyu looked at Fang Qingmei, who was as free and easy as a queen, with a hint of jealousy in his eyes.
But then, he grabbed Fang Ling's hand and said loudly to Fang Qingmei: "Junior sister Qingmei, you are fine."
"Fang Zhenyu, as my defeated general, you should call me" Fang Qingmei stopped mid-sentence and stared at Fang Ling closely.
In the eyes of many people, this Senior Sister Qingmei is a person who is indifferent to emotions and anger, but at this moment, Fang Qingmei's eyes are full of excitement.
Sitting on the jade chair, she suddenly stood up from her seat!
At this moment, many people¡¯s faces were full of surprise, and some even wondered in their hearts what happened to Senior Sister Fang.
And on that mountain as high as the clouds, there were two middle-aged men looking down at everything below.
These two men are both Eguan Bodai, but one has a sharp face, while the other looks gentle and elegant.
The angular man among them snorted coldly: "It really disappoints me. Our Fang family has spent more than 20 years cultivating them. To be so rude and unable to control themselves for the sake of a son with a foreign surname." .snort!"
"Why are third brothers so disappointed? It's not like you and I haven't discovered Qingmei's weakness. Otherwise, we wouldn't let this little bastard Zhenyu do whatever he wants!"
Standing next to him, the gentle-faced man smiled faintly and said: "If we want to take the Xuanding Zhengfa of our Fang family one step further, what we need is to cut off the shackles of the world."
"Although this girl, Qingmei, is from a branch, she has the purest bloodline of our Fang family. She is the best choice to ascend to the Temple of Heaven and understand the supreme divine patterns left by our ancestors."
"She has a weakness. We might as well make up for her and help her!"
The sharp-edged man nodded and said: "It's also because we don't care enough about the branch. If we had known that this girl had such potential, how could we have allowed her to marry a mortal back then!"
"The third brother has become a disciple. Our Fang family is within the Zhou Territory. There are thousands of branches. In the past thousand years, only three or five people have been able to awaken their bloodline."
"And the concentration of their awakened bloodline is also very ordinary. Who would have thought that in the small Dingfang City, there would be someone like Qingmei."
"A child with a mixed surname. He is dead."
The stern-faced man nodded and said calmly: "It would be nice to be able to play his role."
The mountain wind howls. But they couldn't catch the two people. They looked down at the people below, like gods who dominated the heaven and earth.
"Youyou are" Fang Qingmei flew down from the car and rushed towards Fang Ling. Her eyes were staring at Fang Ling closely, and her eyes were filled with endless warmth.
"Hahaha, Junior Sister Qingmei, this is a descendant of our family that I accidentally found from outside. He is an incompetent guy." Fang Zhenyu had a sneer on his face, and he said lightly to Fang Ling: "I haven't seen you before I knelt down. Aunt Qingmei!"
As he spoke, his palms turned red, and a blood-red python rushed out of his hands.
As soon as the blood python appeared, Fang Zhenyu's cultivation level suddenly improved a lot. If in the past his momentum was only around the middle stage of the Golden Core, now with the blood python rushing out, he gives the impression that he is a being close to the Nascent Soul cultivator.
Fang Qingmei's expression changed, and she angrily shouted: "Fang Zhenyu, how dare you!" As she spoke, Fang Qingmei rose into the air, and while her whole body was flying, a blue winged flying dragon appeared in front of her. behind.
With the appearance of the winged flying dragon, Fang Qingmei's momentum has enveloped the surrounding area. Some Fang family disciples with low cultivation level almost collapsed to the ground under Fang Qingmei's soaring momentum.
But Fang Qingmei was far away from Fang Ling, too far away to rush to Fang Ling's side.
And Fang Zhenyu was very close to Fang Ling. Although his condensed red phosphorus blood python was much inferior to Fang Qingmei's winged flying dragon, Fang Qingmei could not stop him from doing anything at such a close distance.
?With this palm, he certainly couldn't kill Fang Ling.
No, it should be said that his palm was not intended to kill Fang Ling. As long as he used this palm, the blood poison contained in the blood of the red phosphorous blood python would be absorbed into Fang Ling's body. At that time, his life and death were in his own hands.
And as long as you master Fang Ling, you don't have to worry about Fang Qingmei not yielding.
A surrendered Fang Qingmei can bring him huge benefits. In this battle for the Temple of Heaven, he can easily win.
Enter the ancestral land of Dongtian, comprehend the divine patterns left by the ancestors and advance to the Nascent Soul. My own red phosphorous blood python can even be promoted to become a blood dragon
The countless benefits made Fang Zhenyu¡¯s heart tremble. As for why he slapped Fang Ling on the body at this time, there was only one reason, and that was that he wanted to hit Fang Qingmei.
He wanted this proud woman to know that he, Fang Zhenyu, was the true pride of heaven. The honor that she took away, which should belong to him, Fang Zhenyu, must be returned.
He wants to take revenge, and he wants her to know the consequences of offending him!
He just wanted to let her see that her son was crippled by his own palm, but she was powerless (To be continued, please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!
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