I can extract the source of all things

Chapter 177

Fang Xiaoman is practicing, although others say he is practicing blindly, but he himself does not think so.

He thinks that he is cultivating.

Cultivation of the truth, cultivation of immortality.

There are immortals outside the mountains, he has seen them.

Stepping on the flying sword, it flies over your head with a whoosh.

The figure is elegant, the speed is fast, and it looks very chic.

Xu Jun and Qiu Yahan stood not far from Fang Xiaoman. They had been standing there for a while, but Fang Xiaoman practiced very seriously and didn't see them.

They didn't bother Fang Xiaoman either, they just stood there quietly.

It wasn't until Fang Xiaoman stopped his movements and started to breathe that Xu Jun stepped forward.

"Little brother, we are lost, so I want to ask, where is this place? How far is it from here to the nearest town?"

Fang Xiaoman looked at Xu Jun upon hearing this.

A person I don't know.

Wearing strange clothes, the accent is also a little strange, although I can understand it, but the pronunciation and pronunciation are different from mine.

"Are you from outside the mountains?"

Hearing this, Xu Jun exchanged glances with Qiu Yahan, then nodded, "Yes, yes."

"Well, if you want to get out of the mountain, just go through the valley over there."

"Oh, thanks. So out of the valley, how do we go if we want to go to the nearest town?"

"This..." Scratching his head, Fang Xiaoman didn't know how to describe it.

"Forget it, come with me, I will take you there."

"Huh? Is that place far away? If you take us there, will it take up a lot of your time?
If it's too far away..."

"It's not far away, but there is a place in the middle, no one is taking it, you may not be able to pass it.

As for taking up time, it doesn't matter, anyway, I have nothing to do at home.

Coincidentally, the Cyanwood Sword Sect's ten-year recruiting conference is about to begin. I originally wanted to go and see it, and going now is also on my way. "

"Okay, then I will trouble you little brother."

"No trouble, no trouble, just wait for me, I will come as soon as I go."

After Fang Xiaoman finished speaking, he ran to a village not far away.

The village is small, and it looks like there are not many people there.

Ten minutes later, Fang Xiaoman came out with a strange disc-shaped thing on his back.

The disc looked like a watch, but without pointers, there were eight grooves on it, pointing to eight directions.

In the middle there is a small black bead the size of a glass bead, embedded in a round hole in the center of the disc. I don't know what it is for.

"Little brother, this is..."

"Oh, the fixed wind disk, I will use it later."

"Oh, then let's go." Xu Jun didn't ask any further questions, and after agreeing, he motioned for Fang Xiaoman to lead the way.

Fang Xiaoman was also polite, carrying the wind-fixing disk on his back, he took the first step towards the valley not far away.

On the way, Xu Jun knew Fang Xiaoman's name.

I also know that the place they are in is called Suifeng Town.

Fang Xiaoman's village is called Anning Village, with only a few dozen families.

Fang Xiaoman is an orphan whose parents died in an accident five years ago.

He is 17 years old this year and has not yet awakened his spirit. This time he is going to participate in the Cyanwood Sword Sect's acceptance meeting, hoping to have the opportunity to enlighten his spirit and join the sect.

Through the conversation with Fang Xiaoman, Xu Jun has a general understanding of the background of this world.

Now it can be determined that this is not the giant star.

In a fantasy world, there are sects and sword immortals.

But I don't know if this place has anything to do with Jiuyao Xinglu, because Fang Xiaoman has never left Suifeng Town since he was a child.

The farthest place he has been to is Suifeng Town.

What he knows better is the customs and customs of the area around Suifeng Town.

After the three of them walked out of the valley, there was a dry river bed in front of them.

Across the river bed was a plain sandwiched between two mountain ranges.

The terrain is very flat, the grass grows and warblers fly, and it looks full of vitality.

"Do you see this plain ahead? We call it the Misty Prairie.

Here, if you don't have a wind-fixing plate, you won't be able to get out of this grassland.

It is easy for people to lose their way on this grassland.

You feel like you are moving forward, but in fact, you have been standing still.

That's why I said, I can't tell you how to get to Suifeng Town.

Because there is no fixed wind plate, you may not be able to reach Suifeng Town in your whole life. "

Oh?
Xu Jun raised his eyebrows upon hearing this.

Another ghost hitting the wall?
Why do I keep running into this kind of thing recently?

Could it be that this grassland is also related to the dark prison?
Thinking secretly, after crossing the river bed and stepping onto the grassland, Xu Jun knew that he was thinking too much.

This grassland is just an ordinary magnetic field disorder.

Fang Xiaoman's so-called fixed wind disk is a simple compass.

You just need to set a direction before entering the grassland, and then always follow the rolling direction of the black ball in the middle of the wind-fixing disk, and walk in one direction.

This should be caused by geomagnetism, and should have nothing to do with the dark prison.

It took Xu Jun and the others about half a day to cross the Mizang Grassland. After walking out of the Mizang Grassland, the vision ahead suddenly became clear.

A small road with a width of about two meters winds and stretches into the distance. The trees on both sides of the road are green and the forest is deep and leafy.

There are no pedestrians on the road, but there are many small animals.

Some deer, rabbits, etc., just jumped up and down on the main road in such a grand manner, it seemed that it was a scene full of vitality.

After seeing those small animals running wild on the road, Xu Jun suddenly thought of the ferret in the fantasy mirror.

It has been staying in the mirror of the fantasy world, so it must be suffocated by now, right?

Let it out and let it breathe.

With a thought, he released the ferret.

Looking at the ferret that suddenly appeared in front of him, Fang Xiaoman suddenly opened his eyes wide.

"Xu...Brother Xu, did you use a spirit beast bag just now? Are you a member of the sect?"

"Uh, strictly speaking, I am not a member of the sect, but how to say, I do have my own sect.

It's just that I'm the only one left in my division now. "

There were originally two, but Xiao Yu...

Thinking of Lin Xiaoyu again, Xu Jun was silent for a while.

Fang Xiaoman was very excited when he heard this.

It turned out that the expert was by my side.

Brother Xu Jun is actually a member of the sect, and someone who can use a spirit beast bag is definitely not an ordinary sect disciple.

Brother Xu Jun said just now that he is the only one left in his current sect.

Perhaps a direct disciple of the ancient sect.

This is definitely a rare expert in the Dharma-ending era.

No, I must have a good relationship with Brother Xu Jun. If the Cyanwood Sword Sect doesn't want me, I may beg Brother Xu Jun.

Not to mention that you must accept me as a disciple, even if you only pass on a little bit of ancient inheritance to me, maybe I don't have to stay in our small mountain village all the time and live a mediocre life.

Thinking of this, Fang Xiaoman straightened his face and said, "Brother Xu Jun, let's go. Follow this road and we will reach Suifeng Town.

If we walk fast, we'll be there before dark.

It's getting late now, let's hurry on the road. "

(End of this chapter)