Seeking good luck and avoiding bad luck starts with the Golden Family

Chapter 159 Heroes don’t ask where they come from
At this moment, Senyue's army was completely plunged into a sea of ​​joy.

But apart from the joy, many people are also worried.

They were worried about whether they could follow Senyue and enter the Xuanyu Blessed Land together!
Xuanyu Blessed Land is a small world.

Although it contains many mysteries, there are even sacred weapons.

But it was obvious that Senyue would never bring all his subordinates into the Xuanyu Blessed Land.

Because once he does this, it will greatly damage his interests and break the inherent order!

Among them, especially those who are not from the Changkong clan, such as Dongfang Xuezhi and others, are quite worried.

The beast rushes over the mountains.

The northern lord will camp.

Dongfang Xuezhi was in the middle, and on the other side of her were Dongfang Moran and Fang Yang.

Three days later.

With the help of the Saint Ancestor, his cultivation was able to reach the third level of elementary realm, which is quite impressive.

The blessed land of willow trees.

"Fang Yang..."

And it won't be long before she can invite Fang Yang to watch the fireworks together!
Above the sky, Saint Fan Liu saw it, his eyes were blank, and he fell into reminiscence.

Especially those descendants of saints, such as Qingmang and others, were extremely happy.

After learning that Senyue had ended the Xuanyu War, everyone in the Changkong Clan was filled with joy.

"Xiao Hui, why don't you let me come? I'm at the fourth level of elementary cultivation."

But compared to Senwei, he was still a little inferior.

So, are Senwei and Senhui back? !

Dongfang Moran gently waved his feather fan and said calmly: "With our status and identity, we should not be excluded. Especially that big disaster happened in our old Yunzhong Islands..."

Sen Hui shook his head, with a stubborn look on his face: "Sister, no matter what, I am a third-level elementary monk, and I can't trouble you anymore."

"Oh~ I don't know how to choose the quota set by the monarch?" A trace of melancholy flashed across Dongfang Xue Zhijue's beautiful face.

……

"For two years, we only exchanged letters and photo stones. Can this friendship really be maintained?"

Beside him, there was an even bigger electric python emerging.

Qingmang's eyes were cold, he held a trident in his hand, and the tyrannical aura of the third-level elementary erupted from his body.

And if he lives according to Senyue's wishes, does the path to immortality he pursues have to depend on Senyue?

Behind him, the two clan uncles, Lu Yao and others had different expressions after learning that he was going to Qinglian Snow Mountain.

But Fang Yang himself was not so optimistic.

Because after two years, she could finally see Fang Yang again!

But there is a problem, that is, the Qinglian Snow Mountain is Senwei's palace mountain, and it has been moved away long ago and returned to the land of the Changkong clan.

Because both she and Dongfang Moran knew that no matter which quota assessment was adopted, Fang Yang could definitely enter the Xuanyu Blessed Land.

Although they were just words of comfort, they still gave Dongfang Xuezhi great relief.

White Feather Eagle Bronze Tribe Station.

Fang Yang sent Mingxin Taoist away and received the Purple Gold Secret Order.

The Gun dragon robe on Senwei's body was swaying in the wind, and her eyes were shocking.

If Senyue covets him in some way, then Senyue will definitely eat him up, just like this big sacrifice!
the other side.

Senyue asked him to set off and successfully arrive at Qinglian Snow Mountain before tonight to meet an old friend.

Qinglian Snow Mountain!

Fang Yang lowered his eyes and stared at the Purple Gold Secret Order with a faint look.

The aura of this electric python seems to have reached the second level peak!

Under the huge willow tree.

What would happen if he didn't live according to Mori Yue's wishes?

At this moment, Sen Hui's heart was filled with the joy of harvest.

Because he knew deeply that if things continued like this, his situation would not be so good.

After saying this, Dongfang Xuezhi looked at Fang Yang with a hint of envy on his face.

Senwei smiled fondly: "I will collect the [Silver Flower Fire Tree] spiritual object, it will be much easier."

Dongfang Xuezhi heard this and just smiled helplessly: "Due to the great disaster, the Canhe River Festival has disappeared. Where can there be anything that should be done?"

The distant land of the Sky Clan.

Fang Yang drank a bowl of milk tea in one gulp, "I don't have much power. If I can, I will definitely protect you from entering the Xuanyu Blessed Land."

Some are happy, some are surprised, and some are worried.

The one who is worried is none other than Lu Yao.

Under Lu Yao's worried eyes, Fang Yang boarded the carriage.

He and his second uncle rushed to the headquarters of Zhulei Banner and went to Qinglian Snow Mountain.

……

Qinglian Snow Mountain.

Snowflakes are falling.

Under the urging of her sister, Mori Hui walked out of the palace.

Soon, she saw the handsome figure in front of the palace that she had been thinking about day and night. Fang Yang!

Fang Yang's face was like a crown jewel, his nose was straight, and his deep black eyes revealed wisps of indifference and coldness. Wearing a black feather robe with flying sleeves, he is extremely handsome and has a breathtaking bearing.

At this moment, Fang Yang was standing alone, admiring the plum blossoms with his head lowered.

When he heard the noise, he looked up.

"Ah, Ayang?" Sen Hui's beautiful and fair face shone with a burning red light.

After two years, they met again, and both of them had a different feeling.

Fang Yang smiled slightly: "Long time no see."

Then, he took the initiative to take steps and walked towards Sen Hui.

At the beginning, the communication between the two was relatively unfamiliar.

But when Fang Yang deliberately brought the topic to the art of alchemy, the communication between the two gradually picked up and they became familiar with each other.

Especially when Fang Yang was able to answer all the questions and whimsical ideas put forward by Sen Hui, Sen Hui's starry eyes shone even more, and he was very satisfied.

Fang Yang did not ignore her, nor did he forget to study the skills of an alchemist!
Unexpectedly, Fang Yang secretly said it was a fluke.

If he hadn't been cramming before, I'm afraid he would have disappointed Sen Hui now.

The night was dark.

The stars were almost obscured by dark clouds, leaving only a faint light struggling to shine.

"Ayang, let's watch the silver flowers and fire trees bloom together." Sen Hui blinked his bright eyes.

Afterwards, although she walked lightly, she was still jumping up and down.

Under her guidance, Fang Yang finally saw the silver fire tree.

The silver tree sparkle is huge, like a silver vermilion dragon circling and rising.

It seems that the next moment, it will burst into fireworks, extremely bright and gorgeous.

When the night breeze blows through its leaves, it will make a more beautiful sound than the sound of clear springs.

At this moment, Sen Hui raised his head and stared at Fang Yang expectantly, waiting for Fang Yang to give his evaluation.

"It's very beautiful, I like it very much. Thank you for your hard work, Xiaofen."

"whee."

In an instant, Sen Hui's smile bloomed, more charming than a flower.

He really looked back with a charming smile, which made Fang Yang feel dazed for a moment.

next moment.

The silver fire tree officially bloomed, demonstrating scenes of scenes that are difficult to see in the sky.

Or a fish leaps over the dragon gate, or a lotus blooms, or the star field reappears... extremely bright and dazzling.

This was truly the most gorgeous fireworks Fang Yang had ever seen.

Under such circumstances, the atmosphere gradually became ambiguous, and the distance between the two became closer and closer.

Even Fang Yang could clearly hear Sen Hui's suddenly accelerated and disordered breathing.

"If there are flowers, you must break them off. Don't wait until there are no flowers."

"What's more, when I come to Qinglian Snow Mountain, do I have any other choice?"

"If that's the case, then I'll give you a strong dose of medicine. I won't even give you a chance to regret it!"

The thoughts in Fang Yang's mind gradually became firmer.

Immediately, he moved his big hand slightly and gently touched Sen Hui's catkin.

Mori Hui's body trembled slightly as if he was struck by electricity.

But the next moment, she struck boldly and proactively, holding Fang Yang's big hand!
boom----

Vaguely, Fang Yang seemed to hear the mighty thunder in the sky.

Behind the palace.

There was silence.

Senyue and Senwei were staring ahead silently.

Everything Fang Yang and Sen Hui did was caught in their eyes.

At this moment, they were like real dragons, one big and one small, with deep eyes, like a sea of ​​​​hell, immeasurable.

But seeing the bright smile on Mori Hui's face, they also smiled.

"Fang Yang, as long as you can make Xiao Hui happy, I will protect you from wealth and glory for the rest of your life, and even protect you from becoming a saint!"

The brother and sister did not say this out loud.

But they all agreed unanimously.

Of course, if Fang Yang makes Sen Hui sad, then don't blame them for using thunderous means to correct it!
The breeze blew slowly, and Senwei suddenly whispered: "Brother, what happened to that big disaster?"

Senyue shook her head and smiled: "This matter has been publicized, it is what people want to teach."

After that, Senyue said no more.

The saint is transcendent.

Besides, as long as he cultivates the Taiyin Immortal Body during the Hundred Years of Destiny, everyone will have to look at his face.

He already has an idea now!
And he not only wants to become the Lord of Taiyin, but also wants to reverse the trend and get involved in the Lord of Sun!
The lunar sun and the yin are united. Who can take the path of the venerable?

What's more, since he has a great sage father, why not use it?
Heroes don’t ask where they come from.

If he succeeds in the end, someone will naturally cover up the turmoil for him and write his praises!

(End of this chapter)