Dayu Ridge, from northeast to southwest, spans far away. Between the stacks of hills, there is a figure undulating and surging.

Yun Luo took advantage of this moment and quickly ran away. Although he had never heard of the name of Luomei Sect, he also knew that since it was the mountain gate with the name of the sect, he would definitely not be able to meet.

And the biggest doubt that lingers in his heart at this moment is the sudden appearance of the list and his name on the list.

He frowned, things were not simple.

Not to mention why there was a list suddenly, I don’t worry about why I got a special nomination for myself. It is certainly natural that I was targeted, and I have gradually accepted this process.

The most important thing is why other people know that they have a fairy character!!!

The immortal story happened in the South China Sea Temple and was handed over to him by the God of Fire. In addition to the God of Fire and himself, they were Mrs. Mingshun and Sister Nian Xi.

Mrs. Mingshun is naturally standing with the God of Vulcan. Neither she nor the God of Vulcan had any reason or motivation to reveal it. On the contrary, both of them had warned themselves to be careful of the immortal pattern and refine it as soon as possible.

Not to mention Sister Nianxi, she was practicing alone in the South China Sea Temple and could not have any chance of contacting outside.

This made Yun Luo very puzzled. So who else can know about this?

Could it be that after the Fire God ascended to heaven, he accidentally leaked his mouth, and then some immortals with ulterior motives revealed their secrets?

In fact, Yun Luo has basically found the truth.

It’s not that the Fire God said it was leaking, but when the party was gathered in the Fire God’s mansion that day, a true immortal asked the Fire God about the Immortality on the spot. Zhu Rong didn’t think much about it, or was unwilling to think too much, so he answered it very simply.

Of course, these immortals didn't know who they were, whether they were taken away by Mrs. Mingshun, or given to that little girl, or actually to Yunluo.

But it does not prevent them from arranging this matter on Yunluo's head, because in many cases, it is really a reason that is too reasonable and easy to use.

Yun Luo had some guesses in his mind. Only the Four Saints in the world could do such a meticulous and convincing list in a short period of time.

What he couldn't understand was why he was regarded as a thorn in his side by the Four Saints and was targeted in such a way?

Could it be related to my father back then?

This is the only connection he can think of with the Four Saints.

I just thought about it and searched, but I was still futile and never found the satisfactory cave as I had before.

Thinking that the whole world outside might be coveting the immortal character on his body, Yun Luo made up his mind and simply became the groundhog.

He chose a grassland, thoughtfully, took out the "Qianjun" from the small object, waved it and dug it down.

Soon, a square hole as big as a wardrobe was formed in his hand. He weighed the sword in his hand and said a little apologetically: "Brother, thank you for your hard work."

The good long sword was used as a hoe, but Qianjun couldn't speak, and was silently put back into the small matter with aggrieved heart.

Yun Luo cut off some solid wooden sticks one after another, sharpened them at both ends, inserted them horizontally on the top of the pit, laying an old clothes, and then embellished them with soil, flowers and plants to make them look the same as the original flat ground.

Finally, clean up the traces just now, jump into the pit from the reserved small hole, and do the same, seal the hole, leaving two vents, and the work is done.

Yun Luo was still worried, so he took out the only two remaining "breath-stopping talismans" from the square inch, put them on himself, and then sat down on the bluestone placed at the bottom of the pit, sinking into the dantian. As he recited the mantra silently, the immortal grid floating on the dantian began to slowly rotate again.

He calculated the time and gave himself three more days to complete the refining of the immortal grid at the previous speed. Then he would be able to go out with confidence.

The sun gradually sets westward, the dusk settles, and the dark world is lit up again soon after.

Yun Luo was still silently refining his immortal pattern here, making rapid progress.

And three figures fell in front of the cave before.

Mei Nanling, dressed in graceful palace outfit, looked at the cave that appeared in front of him, with a beautiful and dignified face and expression, "Is this here?"

Mei Qingxue was about to answer, but Mei Wanzhi spoke quickly, "Master has such a good eye."

Mei Qingxue rolled her eyes, Mei clutched her branches and got a chestnut, Mei Nanling said lightly: "Then let's go and see the young man you are talking about."

"Master, you are precious in your body, so be careful." Mei Wanzhi rubbed her head and said.

Mei Qingxue smiled slightly, "Master is not like you, you are reckless."

Mei Nanling walked slowly towards the cave without moving, and at the same time he let go of his spiritual sense and explored around him.

Mei Qingxue and Mei Wanzhi followed behind, without saying a word, and looked nervous.

It was not until they walked into the cave, twisted the mechanism, and looked at the empty secret wall in front of them that the two female disciples exclaimed.

Mei Nanling turned around and looked at the two beloved disciples, with a calm expression, "It's gone."

Mei Qingxue murmured, "Did someone look for the trace and kill it?"

"I don't know, I haven't seen the real person, and I can't comment. Don't come here again for the time being." Mei Nanling frowned slightly, "Let's go, go back first. The plum banquet is coming, and there are still a lot of things waiting to be dealt with."

Mei Qingxue nodded, Mei Wanzhi was about to speak, but her senior sister quietly pulled the corner of her clothes, so she kept silent and followed her master back to Luomei Sect.

As the sky became darker, a figure quietly appeared among the mountains of Dayu Ridge.

A young man wandered around with a nervous look.

The man's home lived in a farmer's house at the foot of Dayuling Mountain. He originally worked as a farmer under the Dayuling Mountain for generations. The boy had no name. Not long after he was born, he was named "Dayun" by an old Taoist priest who happened to pass by and ask for a bowl of water. So he, who would have been called Sun Wazi in his life, had a formal name, Sun Dayun.

It's strange that Sun Dayun's luck was as big as the one in his name, and it couldn't be stopped. The land in his house that had been turned over by a hoe for decades could be shoveled out by him with a shovel and shoveled out a piece of gold. His parents sold it quietly, and at least made the family live a prosperous life, which made the couple laugh from ear to ear.

There are countless such things.

Life is getting better, and there are a few spare money in your pocket. The couple is also thinking about letting their children learn to read and read, and see which children in the rich families in the town are illiterate.

So he sent it to the old man in the town to study and learn to read, and he simply stayed at the old man's house after a long journey.

A few years ago, the kid took a break from school and went home. He walked on the mountain road that he had been walking for more than ten years. He accidentally fell to the side of the road and hit a stone. His head was covered with a bag. It was not broken, but the stone cracked and he took out a bottle of elixir and a booklet from it.

Sun Dayun opened and flipped, and his heart was pounding.

A few days ago, the old man drank a few more glasses of turbid wine and told him that the most powerful people in the world were actually those who practiced and made mortals with power that were beyond the reach of ordinary people, which shocked Sun Dayun so much that it was the first time he heard about a cultivator.

The booklet in his hand is a secret book for getting started with practice.

After looking over and over for a few days and memorizing it, the boy was not afraid of it and started practicing himself, but after practicing for three or five days, he had no reaction at all.

Sun Dayun took out the bottle of unknown origin, poured out a pill from it, pondered for a long time, and fed it into his mouth.

Then he fainted.

When he woke up again, Sun Dayun had become a practitioner and entered the lowest level of the body refining mirror.

Sun Dayun's life changed completely, and he began to have other thoughts and thoughts.

Within a few years, he carefully wandered around, slowly understood many inside stories of practice, and learned that among the practitioners, in addition to the mountain and wild cultivators like himself, there are also the genealogical immortal masters who entered the sect’s mountain, passed on orderly and naturally.

I also knew what this world looked like, I knew the Daduan Dynasty, I knew there was a powerful Beiyuan Dynasty to the north of the Daduan Dynasty, I knew the five sects in the world, I knew the Qingxi Sword Pool, and I also knew that there was a Luomei Sect on this Dayu Ridge.

During this wandering, he also ran into great fortunes, such as pills, magic weapons, and rare treasures. He even fell into a cave and saw a homeless object from beside a corpse.

With such knowledge and discovery, he quietly climbed to the middle level of Ningyuan Realm.

Now Sun Dayun is no longer the mud-legged farmer back then. His cultivation level in Ningyuan Realm is already very good, so he thought about going to Luomei Sect to try his luck again.

In two days, will it be the three-year plum feast of Luomei Sect? At that time, all the talents in the world gather in Dayu Ridge, and I may have another adventure.

But how can I do good things without a box when attending the plum blossom banquet? In order to improve my cultivation over the years, he has sold many good things. At this moment, there are only some shabby items left in the square objects. I might as well search here tonight to see if there are any good things.

Don’t laugh, this is really Sun Dayun’s unique way of cultivation. At first he himself couldn’t believe it. After the facts verified his luck against the heavens again and again, Sun Dayun felt that he was really the son he chose that day?

Taking advantage of the night and wandering in the mountains for a long time, Sun Dayun had no big gains, and the secular antiques he encountered could not arouse his interest at all.

In fact, this is normal. This area of ​​Dayu Ridge has been swept by this kid many times. How many rare objects will be left? Those rare treasures will not be cut like crops in the field.

If you don’t have something to show off, how can you sway at the plum blossom banquet?

Sun Dayun was a little dejected and walked aimlessly, passing a grassland.

Without taking a few steps, he looked around. Didn’t he just walk past here?

Shaking his head and leaving, not long after, when he passed by here once, a familiar feeling surged in his heart.

That’s right! It’s just this feeling. There must be good things here, and there must be good things beyond my imagination.

So he bent down and searched slowly, and suddenly stepped on the air and fell into a pit.

He was not surprised but happy. Sure enough, God really favored my grandson Dayun.

For others, falling into the pit is a bad thing, but for him, he will never make a fortune if he falls into the pit.

He looked around and slapped his mouth. The pit was a little small and probably nothing good was there.

When his head turned to the other side and saw a cross-sitting figure, he didn't feel the slightest popularity there. Then Sun Dayun rubbed his hands with green light and smiled, "That's right!"
Chapter completed!