Carefree Path of Dreams

"Although I got the certificate at this time, I can already hand in the handover, but I will still cultivate the injury and say..."

This new and old succession, with the endorsement of the Union, the possibility of what is a moth, but Fang Yuan still decided to restore strength first, after all, in the world of the big dry, only the extraordinary, is the capital of speech!

Inside the inn, at this time, he directly wrapped a yard, sitting cross-legged in the wing, absorbing the strength of the world and repairing the flesh.

In the real dreams, a trace of the gods spread out, explored into the meditation, from the endless emptiness of the sky to capture the power of the stalwart, transforming the dream of the mercury, and began to restore the three swords in the eight swords.

"Three swords blew themselves up. It takes a lot of dreams to be restored. Fortunately, there is no difficulty in condensing before, otherwise I am afraid I will vomit blood..."

Fang Yuan looked at the blue force of the core of the Eight Diagrams, but shook his head.

If you use this resource, you can recover it immediately, but this is to break through the four-fold reserve of the virtual sacred, and you can't move lightly.

Unless you have any life or death crisis, you have to do this, otherwise it is a violent thing.

At this time, the eyes flashed, and then look at your property bar:

"Name: Fang Yuan

Fine: 20 (42)

Gas: 20 (42)

God: 33 (59)

Occupation: Dream Division

Repaired as: virtual sacred (three heavy), Wu Zong (four veins)

Skills: Giant Eagle Tieshigong [five layers (50%)], Baidu Lianjin body [one refinement], eight-door sword array [four swords (99%)]

Expertise: Medical Skills [Level 3], Implantation [Grade 5]

"There are injuries, all kinds of attributes have fallen sharply, but they have recovered a little more, and the repairs will be faster in the future. Not only that... It seems to be tempered by space, and these days of practice, my Giant Eagle’s ironwork has improved...”

The injury recovers so quickly, and perhaps also has the ability to cure properties.

Fang Yuan Shen thought of a move, suddenly felt that this golden finger has a lot of potential to dig.

At this time, I don’t care, but I look at the dragon's pearl.

The material that was previously traded to the Union League is actually nothing at all. This is the real harvest!

"And... it’s hard for me to plant yellow rice, but it’s not necessarily for me!"

I started farming, but although it is difficult to mix in the big dry, but now I have finally got a base, but then the violent violent food... No! Improve yourself.

Also, what is the extraordinary thing that the Golden Horn Wings would have to guard against?

Fang Yuan quietly looked at the bead.

Although this bead is the essence of its own, there is some uncontrollable feeling at this time.

Within the Pearl, the original Jinqing Xiaolong has been squeezed into the corner, only a little gray, foggy, occupying most of the space.

"What is the treasure left by the saints? What is the practice? Inheritance? Treasure map?"

Through the connection between the dragons and the dragons, Fang Yuan slightly perceives a vast knowledge base, but at this time he can't touch the finger at all.

"With my current thoughts and cultivations, it is too whimsical to read the memory of the sacred sacredness. It may even be immersed and schizophrenic..."

For the sacred power, the creator, how to overestimate is not excessive.

But not eating a piece of fat meat is not your own style.

Fang Yuan thought for a moment: "Hey, this long distance from the saints has something to do with the dragons. It is just attracted by my dragon ball. You can use the inner dragon's gas to **** a little bit every day, there is a separation layer, and then start from the periphery, slow. Slow down... This is equivalent to having a teacher who teaches day and night..."

Most of his dreamer's road relies on self-study. At this time, with this treasure, he immediately made up for the short board, and his heart was a joy.

......

Sanyangmen.

Snapped!

The value of the city's treasures, the garbage is generally squatting on the ground, a white-browed young man with a sword and a sturdy, sturdy and sturdy in front of the mountain gate, sneer: "With your small door, you want to enter the door of my teacher, dream!"

Opposite, He Qing's face turned red, his teeth were cut, and his face was violent.

This white-shirted youth is a big disciple of the Sanyangmen Gate Master, Tongyu Lingshi! The status of identity is not comparable to what it is now.

And, in the depths of the other's nephew, there seems to be a trace of embarrassment.

‘He is a sorcerer. He can’t inherit the clothes of the Sanyang Gate Lord. When I see him coming to the teacher, I will be obstructed... hate! ’

Although the meaning of resentment is full, but He Qing did not say a word at this time, he took a gift and turned and left.

"Unfortunately... If he is provocative, I can give him an unforgettable surprise!"

The young man looked at the scene and his face was dark.

His own talent is high, but he is a poor line, can not be a dreamer, can not inherit the Master Foundation.

Now that I have seen qualified people coming, my heart is naturally unruly, and I have to stir up the yellow.

"After all... I am a relative of the Master, I have occasionally made a line, and there is nothing... This He Qing has qualifications, but the foundation is not thick. I have tested it on behalf of the Master."

He murmured, looking at the dark mountain gate, but unconsciously behind him.

Deep in the Sanyangmen, inside the quiet room.

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

He was ruddy, three long-haired, and swaying in the wind. At this time, everything in the outside, even the heart of the scorpion, was a hole in the fire.

"The 钵 钵 嘿嘿 嘿嘿 奈 奈 奈 奈 奈 奈 奈 奈 奈 奈 奈 奈 奈 奈 奈 奈 奈 奈 奈 奈 奈 奈 奈 梦 梦 梦 梦 梦 梦 梦 梦 梦 梦 梦 梦

For the dreamer, the struggle to accept the apprentices, and even the scorpion, is just a fun spice after a meal.

It is this feeling that it is high above and overlooking the ants.

It’s just that, there is a hint of disappointment in the heart.

This big apprentice, taking advantage of his nephew’s identity, has done a little bit of work...

......

"Young master, what should we do next?"

He and his family went out to Sanyangmen, and they asked some things with trepidation.

The dreamer dragon will not see the end, and will not communicate with the mortal. The line of Sanyangmen is still difficult to catch up with in the family.

But now, just because a disciple is stirring up, even Sanyang’s real face can’t be seen, and my heart is naturally angry.

"What can I do? I can only slowly squat, and I am looking for an opportunity! The young man is just one person. Under the real door of Sanyang, there is no room for him to talk about it. As long as I can see the real person, I still have three chances!"

He Qing smiled.

As for the other search for a teacher, I didn’t even think about it.

Really a dreamer so good to find, inheritance so good? Even if you have the qualifications, there are more things that don't go through the path.

The group was depressed and returned to the Jinyangcheng Mansion.

"Young Master!"

At this point, the waitress Xiaoju, waiting for the door, was surprised to come forward. She seemed to have something to say, but she saw the gloomy face of everyone, and did not speak for a while.

"What is it?"

He Qingqiang regained his mood and asked.

"It was the last Fang Yuanfang son, who had settled in Qingyun Inn and sent someone to send a letter!"

"It's him?!"

He Qing was in a bad mood. At this time, it was a move: "Well, prepare for the three-color water ceremony, I will meet him, three of the metermasters, maybe there are always ways!"

This person is also a sorcerer, but it is difficult to determine if it is cultivated.

And, the other party has a wide range of knowledge, may give some other opinions?

......

Qingyun Inn, in the small courtyard.

A eucalyptus tree shaped like a canopy, lush.

Fang Yuan wore a burlap coat and drank tea in the shade to enjoy himself.

"Mr. is leisurely, so I am envious!"

The mist is lingering, the tea is faint, and He Qingdun feels irritated and feared... all kinds of negative interests are swept away and I can't help but sigh.

At this point, the other party is more respectful of one point, directly called Mr.

"A little bit of tricks..."

Fang Yuan took a fragrant tea and laughed and said nothing.

In fact, as a dreamer, paying more attention to his spiritual practice, accompanied by poetry, French wine, tea ceremony, etc., are all ways to purify his own thoughts.

Sitting on the tea ceremony, the same is true.

Moreover, this is the method of self-cultivation of self-cultivation, which is more in line with the ordinary dreamer method.

‘Just... it’s a layman sitting in front of you, so you don’t have to ask him about tea.’

Fang Yuan picked up the tea, and his eyes flashed.

Even in the big dry world, the spiritual things that can directly grow the gods are still very rare. Although they are not afraid, they are exposed, which is also some trouble.

‘Of course... Ordinary questioning tea, there is no such effect, you must cooperate with the tea ceremony, in order to play the magical effect of the inferior product! ’

Many hearts passed by, and Fang Yuan laughed: "The son is here, but the Sanyangmen is not going well?"

"It is... pity my family paved the way, but was blocked by the real disciple Yang Zhantang!"

He Qing sighed and said the unfortunate thing before.

"Original, this is your private matter, I should not ask, but before I have a fate, I will do a good lobby for you!"

Fang Yuan handles things and has his own set of rulers.

Spirits can't be sent lightly, but it's just a little bit of a face, and it's also helpful to get familiar with this Mengzhou's dreamer's power. Naturally, it's not the same.

"Ah! Thank you, Mr.!"

He Qing was shocked and almost left to worship.

"Free, just a fate..."

Fang Yuan slightly closed his eyes, and a little distraction came to the real dreamland, within the border of the Alliance: "Inquiry... Sanyang Real People!"

"Hey! This is a member of the League, a trinity monk, your authority can get his contact token!"

On the boundary pillar, there is feedback immediately.

"Sanyang real people?"

"Oh, who are you fellow initiates?"

After using the nameplate to contact, a **** responded instantly.

"My name is Fang Yuan, I recommend it by the refining elders, and I will be the new Jinyang Fudi Town!"

Fang Yuan did not mind using the tiger skin of the elders of the refining fire, joining the faction, there are always some benefits.

"It turned out to be a friend of Fangyuan. I will be a close neighbor in the future!"

God immediately added more intimacy.

"It is like this, there is something..."

Fang Yuan said things, and the other side was silent for a while, and immediately said: "Since it is the friend of the Tao, I will see him at a glance!"

"good!"

Within the inn, Fang Yuan waved his hand and said to He Qingdao: "If you go to see you again, you will be able to get it once!"