The next day!

Fang Sanwan successfully evaded the guards of the Forbidden Land of Ugly Tongues. After leaving, Dongping Li responded early and he successfully walked out of the Pure Land of Painting.

In a city near the Painting Pure Land, Fang Sanwan breathed the free air greedily, like a fool.

Many people looked sideways.

What kind of luck did such an idiot-like existence have to be able to break through to the realm of natural selection?

"Sure enough, in the sky and the sea of ​​stars, there are more natural selection realms than dogs!"

Then, Fang Sanwan sighed.

He is like a pebble thrown into the waves, unable to even make a splash, and even so ordinary that people don't even bother to look at him.

"Hurry up and help your junior brother find something. Bathed in the warm sunshine, I can break through at any time. It feels so comfortable!"

Fang Sanwan opened his arms and made a hug gesture towards the sun.

At the same time, there was a happy smile on his face.

Fang Sanwan was immersed in his own little world and was completely unaware of the crazy looks nearby.

After feeling comfortable in his heart, Fang Sanwan stepped onto the teleportation array.

Mo Qingshan is more than 30,000 miles away from Wanluo City. It is closer to Danqing Pure Land, but it is still more than 20,000 miles away.

Various teleportation arrays were tossed around.

Where he needed to hurry, Fang Sanwan released himself and ran wildly, singing folk songs from the northern realm.

It only took a day and a night before Fang Sanwan successfully arrived at Mo Qingshan.

Mo Qingshan's appearance reminded Fang Sanwan of the Northern Realm.

The spiritual energy here is so thin that it even looks like a world under Jiutian.

And in Mo Qingshan, he finally discovered a large number of Jindan realm monks. Of course, Nascent Soul realm was still the mainstream.

Here, people in the natural selection realm are already very powerful.

Afterwards, Fang Sanwan didn't waste any time and hurriedly walked towards an unpopular sect called Gangdaomen.

Steel knife door.

This name is chosen very casually, and it is difficult to rise up at first glance.

With names like Tianci Sect and Chu Sect, they will definitely become famous in the future.

Fang Sanwan touched the word "Chu" engraved on his wrist. This belonged to him.

…

"Hey... that guy on the cliff is so young, but he is also in the Natural Selection Realm. He is so awesome!"

"How about we get to know each other?"

"Forget it, this guy looks like he's not to be trifled with. It's better not to get into trouble. If he ignores me, it will be embarrassing. Let's do serious things first."

Fang Sanwan looked at the aloof and stern young man, his original plan was to make friends.

But the young man looked too unfriendly, so Fang Sanwan gave up the idea.

…

The headmaster of the Steel Sword Sect is called Wang Santie. He is an old man who has not yet learned his skills and is very kind.

Fang Sanwan introduced his purpose of visit and took out his token.

Later, Wang Santie took Fang Santie and served him a meal of wine and meat. He treated him so warmly that Fang Santie almost bowed to Wang Santie.

What a simple old man.

This kind of old man deserves to live a long life, and Fang Sanwan feels very comfortable.

…

"It's hard to get rid of those tails and find such a clean place. It's hard to get quiet occasionally."

Zuo Chenluo sat on the top of the mountain, his chrysanthemums aching.

During this period, he had nightmares every day and could only rely on killing to relieve stress.

But no matter how strong a person is, he still has a fragile side.

For example, my own chrysanthemum.

Damn Zhao Chu, damn Iron Horse and Bronze Bull, Zuo Shenluo is the worst person in this generation to see maces. He will destroy even the barbed pillars when he sees them.

Today, Zuo Chenluo shook off the guardians sent by the Yi Demon Palace and came to Mo Qingshan to have some peace and quiet.

This is a place where birds don't poop, so it's the best place to sit and meditate.

"Hey, that dull young man with square head and square face looks better and has some strength."

Zuo Chenluo felt Fang Sanwan's eyes.

But then, he shook his head.

It doesn't matter if he has good strength. In the natural selection realm now, he is at the top of his game and no one wants to make a move at all.

Only Zhao Chu.

Even the five ascended ones are not worth mentioning.

In the realm of natural selection, Zuo Chenluo is invincible.

He has inner demons.

Only by killing Zhao Chu can the inner demons be removed.

…

After three rounds of drinking.

Fang Sanwan still remembers his business.

Without spending much effort, Fang Sanwan successfully found the nine books Zhao Chu needed.

And there are some weapons in the secret cache.

Although he was about to become a Yuan Dynasty, and he probably wouldn't need any weapons, Fang Sanwan fell in love with a spear at a glance.

This long gun has a very strange tip.

It is in the shape of a mace and looks very majestic.

Fang Sanwan liked it very much.

In addition, Wang Santie insisted on giving it away, so he had no choice but to accept it reluctantly. Then he could only give Wang Santie five Taixing Pills to express his gratitude.

In a harmonious situation, Fang Sanwan was happily preparing to leave Mo Qingshan, carrying a wolf-toothed spear on his shoulder.

In a few hours, my own realm will be broken through.

By that time, we will also be in the Yuan Realm.

Everything is like a dream.

…

Mountain top.

Zuo Shenluo's eyes suddenly looked in the direction of the Steel Sword Door.

Just now, a ray of glow seemed to spread out from the Steel Knife Gate.

Maybe it's some kind of magic weapon.

Afterwards, Zuo Chenluo shook his head in dismay.

It was difficult to arouse his interest in this kind of magic weapon. There were all kinds of magic weapons in Yi Demon Palace, but he didn't bother to fight for them.

However.

It was at this time that he saw the square-headed and square-headed Natural Selection monk from a distance.

brush!

Then, Zuo Chenluo suddenly stood up, his pupils scarlet red.

What is this guy carrying on his shoulders?

Wolf! Teeth! Stick!

The sharp barbs flashed with cold light in the sunlight.

There was a sharp pain in the chrysanthemum on the left side of Chenluo.

Inexplicably, he recalled Zhao Chu's face mocking him, and the pain from the past was inexplicably evoked.

die!

This idiot must die.
Chapter completed!