Chapter 333 Making Things Difficult (Congratulations to the Leader of the Ming Family!)

"Although I have obtained the certificate at this time, I can go to hand it over, but let's talk about repairing the injury..."

This new and old succession, with the endorsement of the Jiemeng, the possibility of something wrong is very small, but Fang Yuan still decided to restore his strength first, after all, in the Dagan world, only his own extraordinary is the capital to speak!

In the inn, at this time he directly wrapped up a yard, sat cross-legged in the wing room, absorbed the vitality of the world, and repaired his body.

But in the real dream, traces of divine energy spread out, probed into the dark, captured the mighty power from the endless void, transformed the mercury-like dream energy, and began to restore the three divine swords in the eight-door sword formation.

"Three Swords self-detonation, recovery requires a lot of Mengyuan Power as the basis, fortunately there is no difficulty in gathering before, otherwise I'm afraid I will vomit blood..."

Fang Yuan looked at the cyan original force at the core of the eight-door sword formation, but shook his head.

If this resource is used, of course it can be recovered immediately, but this is to break through the reserve of the fourth level of the Void Saint, so it cannot be moved lightly.

Unless there is some life-and-death crisis and it has to be like this, otherwise it is a waste of money.

At this time, the eyes flashed, and then looked at his attribute bar:

"Name: Fang Yuan

Fine: 20 (42)

Gas: 20 (42)

God: 33 (59)

Occupation: Dream Soldier

Cultivation level: Xusheng (triple level), Wuzong (four veins)

Skills: Giant Eagle Iron Body Technique [five levels (50%)], Hundred Poisons Alchemy Body [one refinement], Eight Gates Sword Formation [four swords (99%)]

Specialties: Medical Skills [Level 3], Planting Techniques [Level 5]"

"I am injured, and all attributes have dropped sharply, but I have recovered half of it, and the recovery will be faster in the future. Not only that... It seems to be tempered by space crushing, and these days of practice, my The giant eagle's iron body skill has improved again..."

The recovery of the injury is so fast, perhaps there is also the ability to solidify the attribute.

As soon as Fang Yuan's mind moved, he suddenly felt that his golden finger still had great potential to be tapped.

At this time, ignore it and look at the Pearl of the Flood Dragon.

The materials traded to the Jiemeng before are actually nothing at all, this is the real gain!

"And... yellow rice is difficult to grow, but it's not necessarily true for me!"

I started farming and started a family. Although it was a bit difficult to get along in the big business, but now I finally got a base, and the next thing is just a storm of soldiers and food... No! Just improve yourself.

Also, what is so special about the thing that the Golden Horn Wing Clan would rather die to protect?

Fang Yuan looked at Jiao Zhu quietly.

Although this bead is the essence of his avatar, it feels a little uncontrollable at this moment.

Inside the Pearl, the original golden green dragon has been squeezed into a corner, only a little gray light, which is foggy, occupying most of the space.

"What is the treasure left by the sage Changli? Cultivation method? Inheritance? Treasure map?"

Through the connection with the dragon inside, Fang Yuan had a slight perception of a vast knowledge base, but at this time he couldn't get his hands on it at all.

"With my current spiritual thoughts and cultivation base, it is too whimsical to read the knowledge and memory of the sage, and it may even be infiltrated and cause schizophrenia..."

The power of manifestation, the Creator, cannot be overestimated.

But it is not my style to put a piece of fat and not eat it.

Fang Yuan thought for a while: "Fortunately, this long-distance sage has some relationship with the Dragon Clan, so he happened to be attracted by my Flood Dragon Orb. You can use the inner Flood Dragon Qi to slowly absorb a little every day. There is an isolation layer, and then start from the outside, and slowly absorb it. Slowly and deeply... This is equivalent to having a teacher who teaches by example day and night..."

Most of his journey as a dream teacher was self-study. Now that he has this treasure, he immediately makes up for his shortcomings, and he is overjoyed.

...

Sanyang Gate.

Snapped!

The priceless treasure was thrown on the ground like rubbish. A young man in white with sword eyebrows and handsome hair stood in front of the mountain gate and sneered, "You want to enter my teacher's door because of your small family. It's a dream!"

On the opposite side, He Qing's face turned red, he gritted his teeth, and the veins on his face popped out.

This white-clothed young man is the eldest disciple of the master of the Sanyang Gate, a spiritual master! In terms of status, it is not comparable to the current self.

Moreover, deep in the other party's eyes, there seemed to be a trace of jealousy.

‘He is a spiritual man after all, he can’t inherit the mantle of the master of Sanyangmen, and when he sees me come to apprentice, he obstructs me in every possible way... Hateful! '

Although full of resentment, He Qing still didn't say a word at this time, saluted, turned and left.

"It's a pity... If he provokes again, I can give him an unforgettable surprise!"

Looking at this scene, the young man's expression darkened.

I have a very high talent, but I am not able to become a dream master, nor can I inherit my master's foundation.

Seeing qualified candidates come now, I naturally feel uneasy in my heart, and it must be messed up.

"After all... I am Master's own nephew. I have done threading occasionally, but it's nothing... Although this He Qing has aptitude, but his foundation is not strong. I tested it on my behalf, and got Master's acquiescence."

He murmured, looking towards the dark mountain gate, but unconsciously his back trembled.

In the depths of Sanyang Gate, inside the quiet room.

A mysterious light emerged, revealing scenes in front of a Taoist priest.

He has a ruddy complexion, and three long beards, swaying in the wind. At this moment, he has a clear view of everything outside, even this nephew's heart.

"The mantle...hehe, how can you understand the longevity of Master Meng? I'm afraid the old man will have to die for you one by one!"

For Master Meng, whether to accept or not to accept apprentices, and even the nephew's struggle, are just interesting seasonings after dinner.

This is the feeling of being high above and looking down on the struggle of ants.

Even so, there was a trace of displeasure in his heart.

This big apprentice, relying on his status as a nephew, has gone too far...

...

"Master, what should we do next?"

The whole family of the He family left the Sanyang Gate, and Guan Shi asked with some trepidation.

Mengshi Shenlong sees the beginning but does not see the end, let alone communicates with mortals. The line of Sanyangmen was finally established in the family.

But now, just because a disciple disturbed him, he couldn't even see Daoist Sanyang's face, so he was naturally angry.

"What else can I do? I can only suffer slowly and beg for a chance! That young man is only one person, under the sect of Sanyang Daoist, he can't be tolerated, right? As long as I can ask to see the Daoist, I still have a third chance!"

He Qing smiled wryly.

As for finding another famous teacher or something, I didn't even think about it.

Is it true that the dream master is so easy to find and the inheritance is so good? Even if one has the qualifications, there are too many things that are not accessible.

Depressed, the group returned to the mansion in Jinyang City.

"Master!"

At this time, the maid Xiaoju who was waiting by the door stepped forward in surprise, as if she wanted to say something, but seeing the gloomy faces of everyone, she didn't speak for a while.

"What is it?"

He Qing managed to calm down and asked.

"It's Mr. Fang Yuan from last time. He has settled down at the Qingyun Inn and sent someone to send a message!"

"It's him?!"

He Qing was in a bad mood at first, but at this moment, his heart moved: "Forget it, prepare the three-color water ceremony, I will go to see him, the three planners, maybe there is a way!"

This person is also a spiritualist, but his cultivation level is difficult to determine, after all, it is a way.

Moreover, the other party has a wide range of knowledge, so maybe he can give some other opinions?

...

Qingyun Inn, in a small courtyard.

A banyan tree is shaped like a canopy and is lush.

Fang Yuan was dressed in sackcloth, brewing and drinking tea in the shade of a tree, enjoying himself.

"Mr. is so leisurely, I'm so envious!"

Surrounded by water mist and faintly scented with tea, He Qing suddenly felt irritable, fearful... all kinds of negative interests were swept away, and he couldn't help sighing.

At this time, Fang Yuan respected Fang Yuan even more, and directly called him Mr.

"It's just a little skill..."

Fang Yuan sipped his fragrant tea, smiled without saying a word.

In fact, as a dream master, he pays more attention to his own spiritual practice, accompanied by poetry, Dharma wine, tea ceremony, etc., are all ways to purify one's own thoughts.

Sitting and forgetting the tea ceremony is the same.

Moreover, this is also my master's method of self-cultivation and self-cultivation. Compared with the ordinary dream master's method, it is more in line with the Dao, and it is no small matter.

'It's just that... the person sitting in front of him is a common man, so there is no need to ask him for spiritual tea...'

Fang Yuan picked up the teacup, his eyes flashed.

Even in the world of Dagan, there are still very few spirits that can directly increase the spiritual essence. Although I am not afraid, it is also troublesome to expose it rashly.

'Of course... Ordinary Wenxin tea does not have such effects, it must be combined with the Zuowang tea ceremony to exert the miraculous effect of not inferior to heaven-grade spiritual objects! '

A lot of emotions flashed by, Fang Yuan laughed: "Young master, you are here, but the Sanyangmen is not going well?"

"It's just... pitiful for my family to pave the way, but it was blocked by the real person's big disciple Yang Zhantang!"

He Qing sighed and told about the bad luck before.

"Originally, this is your private matter, and I shouldn't ask about it, but it was considered predestined before, so I will be a lobbyist for you!"

Fang Yuan has his own set of yardsticks when dealing with things.

Spiritual things can't be given away lightly, but spreading the word to others only consumes a little bit of face, and it also helps to get familiar with the power of dream masters in Yunzhou, which is naturally different.

"Ah! Thank you, sir!"

He Qing was startled and almost left the seat to bow down.

"No, it's just fate..."

Fang Yuan closed his eyes for a moment, and was distracted for a moment before he arrived in the real dream, within Jiemeng Mountain: "Check... Sanyang Daoist!"

"Ding! This is a member of our alliance, a monk with three leaves, you can obtain his contact symbol with your authority!"

There was immediate feedback on the boundary marker.

"Sanyang real person?"

"Oh, which practitioner from our alliance are you?"

After using the nameplate to contact, a divine thought responded instantly.

"My name is Fang Yuan. I was recommended by Elder Lianhuo to be the new governor of Jinyang Fudi!"

Fang Yuan didn't mind using Elder Lianhuo's tiger skin to join the faction, there must be some benefits.

"It turned out to be Fellow Daoist Fang Yuan, but we will be close neighbors in the future!"

Immediately there was a sense of intimacy in the divine sense.

"That's right, there is one thing..."

Fang Yuan said the matter, the other side was silent for a while, and then said: "Since it is entrusted by fellow Taoist, I will meet him!"

"good!"

Inside the inn, Fang Yuan waved his hand and said to He Qing: "It's done, you can go and ask for another visit, and you will surely get your wish!"