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The next day, the red light shone into the bamboo house and fell on the couch. A colorful butterfly fluttered into the bamboo house, but no delicious flower bud was found and left again.

Bai Xiaobei has recovered a lot after a day's coma. Xianji's resilience is still very strong. The exuberant vitality makes Bai Xiaobei gradually wake up.

After trying to recall for a long time, Bai Xiaobei remembered that he had killed himself and pulled him into an array. Then he felt all sorts of tearing feelings, which almost split him.

"It's a teleportation treasure. Why am I so cheap?"

Bai Xiaobei wanted to slap himself to death. He didn't know where he was.

He quickly picked up the voice stone of Moke, but three news in a row all sank into the sea, and there was no response. Bai Xiaobei turned black and prayed that he would not run to other planets.

Fortunately, after taking out Hun Kui's voice stone, Bai Xiaobei connected to Hun Ku's more than ten channels of information, all asking him how and where to pick him up.

Bai Xiaobei gave back a safe information, told himself that he was not clear, go to find a person to ask and then give him the information.

Hun Kui, who was in the big pot, was suddenly overjoyed and said to the fire, "it's safe. It's OK. Ha ha. Tell the patriarch and the elder not to look for it in a big way."

After knowing that Bai Xiaobei was safe, daqizong also quickly recovered his peace. After all, it was impossible for a super master to practice Buddhism without contact information. There was no need to worry about safety.

Thin cypress on the thin white cypress, the whole room is not a thin blue bell, let the mirror ring.

The wounds on his face, arms, neck and thigh have all healed. It's hard for the naked eye to notice. Bai Xiaobei doesn't know whether it's the treatment or his own constitution.

When you open the bamboo door, you can see a green sweet taro. Sweet taro is also a kind of low-grade spiritual plant, but it tastes good and is loved by many monks.

A few colorful butterflies flutter leisurely, sweet taro flowers are green, but they can not stop their instinct, continue to spread pollen.

"Are you awake?"

The old man's voice sounded from a distance. Bai Xiaobei looked at it quickly and found that an old man in green was harvesting mature sweet taro in this sweet potato.

After harvesting the sweet taro in his hand, the old man slowly walked towards Bai Xiaobei with a basket on his back.

The old man looks skinny and frail, but the clear light and golden elixir level strength in his eyes make Bai Xiaobei dare not despise it.

Check, even busy way: "younger Bai Xiaobei has met the elder."

The old man waved his hand and said, "you are welcome. My husband, Hao ranfu, is the leader of this generation of sijimen. Why do Daoyou show up in the wild mountains of sijimen?"

"Four seasons gate?" Bai Xiaobei was surprised that the old man was actually the leader of a sect. At the same time, he also wondered what the four seasons gate was. He asked, "excuse me, where is the location of this school?"

The old man said with a smile: "this is Wanze mountain, Duxian cliff, Duxian cliff, which is where our four seasons gate is located, poor mountains and rivers, barely survive."

Bai Xiaobei hastily recalled it, but he didn't have any impression. He immediately said in embarrassment, "master, how far is it from daqizong?"

"Da Qi Zong?"

The old man was surprised and looked at Bai Xiaobei. You know, daqizong is a top-level sect, which is not what they can contact with now.

"Don't you know? Xuanhaimen will do

Seeing the old man's expression, Bai Xiaobei thought that he had met an old antique that he didn't even know about.

The old man suddenly looked strange and said, "daqizong and xuanhaimen are too far away from here. Even the great monk Jindan needs to fly for half a year, which has almost crossed half of the apocalypse."

There are ten top sects of Qifan star, that is, superior sects. There are hundreds of medium sects, and there are more small sects, thousands of them.

There are too many small sects, whether it's the Xiuzhen family with average strength, or a group of ordinary sects established by scattered cultivation, who are puzzled about the monks who have left the sect and set up their own doors.

"Ah?"

Bai Xiaobei felt dizzy. He had seen the size of Qifan star. He and Heimer had already flown into the sky. As a result, when he approached the big crack in the sky, he could still see the vast area of Qifan star.

A pleasant sound of the copper bell sounded. Hao ranfu, who was chatting with Bai Xiaobei, raised his head and said, "the sword hole is open. Are you interested in following me to have a look?"

Hao ranfu put down his basket, straightened his clothes, and Shi ran walked toward the cliff.

Bai Xiaobei's eyes brightened when he heard the sword cave. Naturally, he said he would like to see it. He walked along the cliff with Hao ranfu.

In the middle of the period, he saw three of the other friars.Most of these disciples, dressed in green clothes, looked like nondescript. They all stood quietly in a floating in the void, constantly like the entrance of the secret place where the stars and sands flowed, waiting for something quietly.

When the old man came, thirty or so Qi refining disciples cried out at the same time: "welcome to Shizu."

Three foundation building friars are wonderful. One is standing asleep, the other is holding a flying sword and quietly looking at the entrance of the secret place. Finally, there is a nun with white clothes floating like a fairy. The nun took a plain look at the old man and made a slight salute.

When Hao Ran Fu looked at his three disciples, he said angrily: "today is the day when the sword cave is opened. Why don't you three wear uniforms? That's the sign of the clan! Why don't you wear them? "

Just as he was sleeping, the monk with a face full of flesh raised his head and glared at the cow like eyes and said with disdain: "too ugly!"

Holding the flying sword, the ordinary disciple said calmly: "it's ugly and cheap."

The last nun nodded and said, "the quality is also poor."

Hautefton was so angry that his thin body suddenly burst into a huge voice and roared: "this is the symbol of the clan, this is the glory of the four seasons gate, this is the spirit of the four seasons gate!"

The disciple holding the flying sword wiped the saliva on his face, and said without expression: "this is the dress of spring rain sword song before. What I practiced is winter snow."

Yes, I'm also scornful of the monk

Hao Ran Fu suddenly ran away. He slapped the friar on his face with a quick slap. He kicked him up quickly. He said crazily: "let me, let me, let me, let you Xialei, let you not wear, let me not wear!"

All of them were not surprised. The Qi refining disciples stood there respectfully, but their faces were flat, as if they had not seen it.

An ordinary disciple yawned and continued to look at the opening sword hole in the air.

When Hao ranfu stopped panting, the last female disciple said calmly, "master, what I practiced is the four seasons sword song. Didn't you have special costumes before the sect?"

Hao ranfu's head was as big as a fight. Looking at the three abnormal disciples, he felt very tired.

The friar yawned and slapped his footprints lazily. He disdained to say, "it's Xia Lei who practices Laozi. Why should I wear such ugly clothes? Master, who is he?"

After watching the busy Bai Xiaobei for a long time, these people noticed.

Bai Xiaobei was also stunned. How did poor Hao ranfu teach such three disciples? At the moment, Bai Xiaobei suddenly felt that he was really a good disciple.

"Hello, elder martial brothers and sisters. My name is Bai Xiaobei. I've met elder martial brothers and sisters."

Bai Xiaobei introduced himself in a hurry. The eyes of these three people were more strange than others.

The friar with a face full of flesh and blood raised his head haughtily, and said: "you are welcome, elder martial brother Jianfeng. You can call me elder martial brother Jianfeng. They all call me that. Younger martial brother has good strength. We still have a competition?"

This guy is a battle maniac. He wants to have a duel just after meeting.

The most ordinary monk nodded his head and said, "Hello, younger martial brother. My name is cloth. You can call me cloth."

The last nun curiously observed Bai Xiaobei for a while and said, "my name is Qingyu. I've met you."

"Ah?" Bai Xiaobei was surprised. He didn't understand when the white fairy had seen him. He seemed to have just appeared here.

Seeing Bai Xiaobei's doubts, Hao Ran Fu touched his beard and said, "Qingyu is the one who can cure you. She is the only alchemist here."

Hearing that it was the nun in white named Qingyu who had treated herself, Bai Xiaobei quickly saluted and said, "thank you for your help."

Qingyu shook his head and said, "I didn't save you. I just cleaned up the wound for you. The pill is also a general Qi and blood pill. You recover by yourself."

Bai Xiaobei knows that his immortal matrix system has amazing resilience.

The cloth son face is expressionless way: "younger martial brother, are you top-grade inner armour? With such treasures, you are not weak. How about practicing? "

Chopped wind even busy way: "I first, cloth you don't rob!"

Cloth son scornfully looked at one eye, chopped the wind way: "now is me."

Poor Bai Xiaobei instantly felt that he was directly transformed into a little white rabbit. Especially when he saw the green language like a fairy, his eyes were burning. In an instant, the whole person was not good.

"Shut up!" "The sword hole is open. We'll talk about it after we come out!" he said with a headache

Originally thought that Hao ranfu would stop it, but who knew that Hao ranfu came out and said it again. Obviously, he also advocated competition. Poor Bai Xiaobei almost fell down.

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