Chapter 444

The next day, before dawn, a flame swept through the sky from the top of manglong mountain, breaking the tranquility of Wolong Valley in the morning light.

At the same time, in many corners of Haoran college, many people looked up at the streamer on the gray sky and were filled with emotion.

Yes, on that Flamingo, Zifeng is standing against the sky with his hands on his back. His eyes gently spread over the scenery that flashed under his feet. With a long roar, he rushed away outside Haoran college. Today is the time to leave Haoran college.

The corner of Zifeng's mouth on the void was slightly raised. Yesterday, all the people who knew Zifeng came to practice. They didn't sleep all night and had fun with wine. All the teachers and elders of Haoran college didn't interfere. So the party drank and fell unconscious. At dawn, Zifeng took the opportunity to fly away.

But he didn't see that when he got up in the air, all the people lying on the ground opened their eyes, let the eyes exile and follow the figure.

In half a day, Zifeng came to the place where the freshmen tried to compare, the periphery of Haoran college. Then he slowly descended in the Fuxiu back yard and waved to the Flamingo to leave. In a clear bird song, Zifeng slowly walked towards the Fuling door.

At the moment when Zifeng fell, the tall iron tree in the distance grew clusters of small and sharp leaves in a very short time. In the middle of the leaves, a bulging branch and leaf suddenly burst into flowers as bright as sunset. The flowers are huge and colorful. In a moment, the bare iron tree will be covered by the iron tree. An invisible spiritual wave will escape and look like a smoke cloud from a distance.

Just. All Zifeng didn't know, the viewpoint was constantly changing, and the footprints left five toes facing forward, stretching a purposeless and endless road. The scenery remains the same, only the mood has changed

Lifting the vines in front of him, Zifeng lowered himself into the cave, took a deep breath and stood in front of the Fuling door again. He had an inexplicable feeling of expectation in his heart.

Gathering Qi and the spirit is like a long lost move. Zifeng naturally enters the illusory space of the talisman gate.

One scene at a time, ten steps at a time. The dreamland outlined by the lines in front of him came towards the pressure of the wind. There was a smile in the corners of his mouth. The previously intractable golden spirit was just a barking animal dog. With the flick of his right hand, the colorful light flashed, and even a trace of fluctuation did not overflow.

Ten steps, twenty steps and fifty steps, the wind went deep into it step by step.

At this time, in the remote place, there were two people sitting on the left and right sides of the ancient Fuzong conference hall. The Fulao Zi Feng had been looking for for for a long time was impressively listed, but the four people in front were all frowning and looking at the vacant purple gold head in the center of the hall.

"If we say that the children of the Fu clan are all over the sects, how can we not even find a person?" On the left is an old man who is over seventy years old. He is well-dressed and has a hoarse voice and a gloomy look.

Alas, with a sigh, old Fu stood up. Unexpectedly, only a year later, old Fu's gray hair was as pale as snowflakes. "One day he couldn't find a 'multicolored magic talisman', and Fu Zong was ownerless all day."

Since the sectarian land sensed the existence of colorful talismans between heaven and earth, it poured out all the power of the sect and cast a net all over the sky to find the man. I don't want to hear a few messages and get nothing after a year.

When several people were sad, a bright eyed and toothed girl came into the hall. After hesitating for a moment, the girl bowed to the four people in front and said respectfully, "disciple, come and report something."

A scruffy old man with a distiller's grains nose under Fu Lao, his eyes full of appreciative colors, "Qing'er, what's the matter?" Dongfang Qing, who came here, is his disciple of Gu Lianggui. He has a beautiful face and beautiful appearance. He is also gifted in drawing talismans. Now, it is not over 17 years old, and he is in the middle of the hall. He can draw five-level talismans.

Fu Lao also noticed. His face was soft. He was the second seat on the right. The gray old man with a slightly fat figure flashed a bad look in his eyes

"To the elder, there seems to be a problem with xiaotianbi. The disciple can't solve it." Dongfang Qingsheng, like a yellow warbler, responded without panic or delay.

"Xiaotianbi?" His eyebrows frowned slightly. Fu Lao shook his head and didn't understand his appearance. Xiaotianbi is nothing more than a stone wall of feedback information, which is mainly about the "talisman gate" scattered everywhere to cultivate children, and has no other substantive role. For hundreds of years, nothing has happened.

Gu Lianggui stood up, and the smell of wine overflowed during the walk, which made the two people in the opposite frown deeply, with an expression of disgust, "'xiaotianbi 'can be broken? I said, "old Xing head, don't you go and repair it?" he said teasingly to the old man in gray clothes in front of him. Then he picked up the wine bag around his waist and took two gulps of it.

Dongfang Xin, who didn't want to stand aside, grabbed the wine bag directly, "I know to drink. Go and have a look. It shows that someone has reached 80 steps!" It was only to protect her master's face that she spoke and acted cautiously before, but the old drunkard still didn't repent. He had to get drunk every day.

Hearing the speech, the empty hall first stagnated, and then a hearty laughter broke the calm, "80 steps? You're sure you're not dazzled. You're wrong. Step 80 may not be able to get there even in the later stage of going to the hall. I ask you, what's the age of the other party? It's nothing to be surprised if you're seventy or eighty. " The old man called Lao Xing tou stood up and asked casually.

"17." Dongfang Qing received the wine bag in her hand, raised her head and said faintly.

Fu Lao looked tight. "Are you really 17?" A 17-year-old genius, Fu Lao has never seen it. Isn't Dongfang Qing right in front of you? But it's unheard of that 17-year-old can get to the 80th step in the talisman gate.

Lao Xing's face was stiff. Seeing that Dongfang Qing was calm and had no appearance of lying, he immediately swept away in the direction of "xiaotianbi"

Fu Lao, the drunkard, and the ancient and rare old man who had been sitting upright all the time, all spread out their bodies and followed closely. Only Dongfang Qing was left, shaking her head. In fact, just now she just wanted to tell Shifu that she was alone. She didn't want everyone here to hide.

In Fu Zong, the four elders who seem to be kind on the surface are constantly fighting and arguing because of the differences in the symbols. Every gifted child is bound to try his best to get into his own camp first.

Now, due to a news brought by dongfangqing, is it difficult to start again?

But Zifeng, who is far away in the sky, doesn't know all this. He only knows that as long as he takes another step, he can touch the real water curtain in front of him.