In a blink of an eye, more than ten days passed, and Zhang Heng's life became monotonous.

These days, Fang Yunshan broke the tranquility of the past, and almost all the disciples who were in seclusion walked out of the practice room. At this moment, the Fang Yun gathering that was being held had been held for several days.

Today, a group of distinguished guests came to this small Fang Yunshan, looking like about ten people.

Only a few people knew that these dozen people came secretly from the Bixue Xiangyun Sect, thousands of miles away.

From a distance, you will find a cloud that is more than ten meters long floating rapidly from the clouds.

The appearance of this cloud is almost exactly the same as the real cloud, like spotless white cotton, but its speed is beyond imagination, several times faster than ordinary foundation-building cultivators can control the escape light.

During the flight, the surrounding clouds were blown away by a strong wind, and the clouds rolled violently.

The more than ten people on the Yunduo were led by two people, one of whom was a middle-aged monk with an ordinary face. He pinched the spiritual filing in his hand and controlled the Yunduo, which carried more than a dozen people. His face was calm and he did not show any difficulty.

With such a leisurely attitude, the middle-aged monk's strength is probably a few points better than the three sects of Fang Yunshan.

Except for this middle-aged monk, most of the other ten monks are young monks in their twenties, and several monks are even aged seventeen or eighteen.

Almost all of these ten young monks have their cultivation levels in the late stage of Qi Refining. They are all extraordinary in character, handsome and elegant in men, and unparalleled in women, with a bit of confidence and calmness in their spirits.

The other person in charge was a 15 or 16-year-old boy. The boy was wearing a black brocade robe, with a cold face, deep and cold eyes, and his breath was completely restrained. He stood there, like a strong man looking down at the earth.

All the other monks looked at the boy with a little fear and admiration. Even the middle-aged man in the Jiedan period next to the boy was somewhat awe of him.

In addition, there was a cold girl next to the boy. There was no expression on her beautiful face that was so beautiful that she stood quietly on the cloud magic weapon, her delicate body remained motionless, like a goddess' sculpture.

"It's almost time to Fangyun Mountain. After you arrive here, it's best not to cause too much trouble. After all, we have to stay here for nearly a year." The middle-aged monk Jiedan told.

"Yes, Master Sun (Uncle Master)." Most of the monks present dared not say much about the words of this monk named Sun's Jiedan stage.

The young man in black robe frowned slightly and said in a slightly cold tone: "Senior Brother Sun, is it necessary for us to do this? Does a small Fang Yunshan need to be so cautious? Even if all three sects on this mountain are destroyed, no one dares to say anything."

As soon as the young monks said something, the young monks around them obediently shut their mouths and waited for the young man to speak one by one.

"Junior Brother Nanming, you don't know that this action should not be too arrogant. Master has put in some effort to conceal other elders in the sect."

The monk named Jiedan of Sun did not dare to be negligent about this junior brother named Nan Ming. He sent a message to his spiritual sense repeatedly, with a few bitter smiles on his face.

His junior brother Nan Ming is a cultivation genius with the best spiritual roots. His cultivation level reached the stage of Qi refining a year ago. If it weren't for this action, he would have advanced to the foundation-building stage long ago.

And Nan Ming is only sixteen years old at this moment!

How terrifying would it be for a monk who can reach the foundation-building stage at the age of sixteen? With his progress, it will not be difficult to advance to the Nascent Soul Stage or even the God Transformation Stage in the future.

Although his senior brother had a much higher cultivation than the other party, the middle-aged man surnamed Sun did not dare to neglect Nan Ming at all.

Nan Ming was silent for a while, as if he agreed with the words of the monk named Jiedan of Sun, but his eyes fell on the beautiful Frost beauty standing beside him.

"Junior Sister Mu Xuan, during this trip to the cave, you and I can definitely take over all the treasures. I wonder what junior sister has to do." Nan Ming said to this junior sister Mu Xuan in a gentle tone with a smile on his lips.

Mu Xuan looked at Fang Yunshan not far away with her cold eyes, as if she had broken through the continuous mountains and saw the space in infinite distance. After a long time, she said a few words: "This action must be extremely risky."

When Mu Xuan came to this conclusion, whether it was a middle-aged monk in the Jindan stage or the Nan Ming, who had the talent of heaven, his face changed, as if Junior Sister Mu Xuan had the ability to predict the future.

"Why didn't my junior sister predict this result when she was on the mountain?" asked the monk named Jiedan of Sun with a serious expression.

In the entire Bixue Xiangyun Sect, although there are very few people with top-grade spiritual roots, there are always some.

This junior sister Mu is also a top-notch spiritual root, but she has an extremely rare spiritual root talent, that is, the prophet who has not seen him.

Such strange talents are extremely rare in the entire Three Star Domain. Cultivators with this kind of spiritual root talent can vaguely smell the trajectory of fate, so as to escape certain disasters on the long road to immortal cultivation and survive better in this world.

Mu Xuan looked cold and was not polite to the monk named Jiedan of Sun: "Hmph, although I have the ability to see a prophet, I can't predict it so far. Only when I really reach Fangyun Mountain will this feeling really appear."

"Since the junior sister has reached this conclusion, we must be cautious in our actions this time and do not be contemptuous." The middle-aged man surnamed Sun sighed slightly.

After that, several people on Yunduo never spoke again. The middle-aged man surnamed Sun quickly arrived above Fang Yunshan, riding Yunduo.

Such a conspicuous flying magic weapon came to the sky above Fangyun Mountain, which naturally attracted the attention of many people.

After a while, four people flew from three directions of Fang Yunshan, among which was Ouyang Tiande from the Dan stage, and his face was very dull.

Ouyang Tiande, who controlled the lilac escape light, soon met the Huoyun Zhenren of the Huoyun Sect.

Huo Yu Zhenren smiled, "Old boy Ouyang, you finally can bear to come out."

Ouyang Tiande snorted: "Old ghost, have you come out too? I heard that you have received a good apprentice recently, so you are so lucky."

True Man Huo Yu gently stroked his beard and said with a blushing face: "It's really a great fate to meet a sincere son like Rui'er..."

While chatting, the two flew towards the cloud magic weapon in the sky.

The two elixir monks of Xianyun Sect are one man and one woman.

The man was an old man wearing a Confucian robe. He looked peaceful and did not seem to be worried about the arrival of Bixue Xiangyun Sect.

The beautiful woman next to him followed him silently, with a few faint worries in her beautiful eyes.

"Is the visitor a distinguished guest of Bixue Xiangyun Sect? I am Qiu Yunhe of Xianyun Sect, and this is Elder Jingfeng from this sect." The old man in the Confucian robe stood calmly on the blue escape light, only a few feet away from the cloud magic weapon. He confronted more than ten people opposite him with Elder Jingfeng next to him.

At this time, Ouyang Zu from Fengxing Sect and Huoyu Zhenren from Huoyun Sect also flew over and gathered with the two Dan-Grassing cultivators from Xianyun Sect.

Faced with so many cultivators in the Killing Physical Stage, the eleven people standing on the cloud magic weapon did not look abnormal at all, as if cultivators in the Killing Physical Stage were not valuable in their eyes.

Nan Ming and Mu Xuan did not answer the questions of the monks of the three sects of Fang Yunshan. The one who responded was naturally the monk named Jiedan. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the four Jiedan-stage monks opposite him. His eyes stopped slightly on Ouyang Tiande's body, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.

"I am Sun Lin, on behalf of my master, Master Tianlai, lead ten disciples here to communicate with your sect." Sun Lin had a smile on his face that he didn't know whether it was true or not, and did not introduce the ten Qi Refining Cultivators on Yunduo.

"Master Tianlai?" Several monks from the three sects of Fang Yunshan were secretly surprised when they heard this name. The reputation of monks in the Nascent Soul stage should not be underestimated.

Master Tianlai is an elder of Bixue Xiangyun Sect, and Ouyang Zu and others have also heard of it.

Ouyang and others looked at each other a few times, with a hint of bitterness in their eyes. Unexpectedly, the mystery of the cave finally alarmed the existence of the Nascent Soul stage. What they hope now is that the old monster in the Nascent Soul stage should not take action personally, otherwise, the three sects of Fang Yunshan would not even have a chance.

At the same time, the cultivators of the three sects of Fang Yunshan naturally observed the strength of the ten young men on Yunduo. The cultivation of these cultivators was above the late stage of Qi Refining, and several of them were in the Great Perfect Qi Refining stage, not even far from the Foundation Establishment stage. Moreover, judging from the aura emitted by these people, they were far superior to those of the same level of cultivators. They just didn't know what level of spiritual weapons they used, but judging from their outfits, each of them had a defensive spiritual weapon in their hands!

Sun Lin saw the expressions of the three monks of Fang Yunshan, and swept his spiritual sense into a radius of dozens of miles, with a strange look on his face. He asked Qiu Yunhe of the Xianyun Sect, "Is your sect holding a battle meeting?"

Qiu Yunhe didn't expect that the other party's spiritual sense could detect the Xianyun Sect fifty or sixty miles away from here, and a gentle smile appeared on his face: "Our Fang Yunshan three factions are holding a Fang Yun gathering once a hundred years, and it has been the last few days."

Before Sun Lin could speak, Nan Ming's cold voice, standing beside him, came: "Fang Yun gathers? Well, let's go and see what are the great figures in your Fang Yunshan sects."

As soon as these words came out, Qiu Yunhe and the other four changed their expressions slightly, and their eyes fell on the boy named Nan Ming.
Chapter completed!