When Qingyan saw that Fang Ling had ignored him, a hint of anger arose in his heart. As one of the most brave warriors in the tribe, he had his own pride.

The reason why he greeted Xin Xiaoyu was because Xin Xiaoyu's father had a good relationship with him in the past. Now, seeing Fang Ling's appearance so arrogantly, he couldn't help but say, "Xiaoyu, you are still young, and the situation outside is very complicated. Maybe you..."

Before the four words of being deceived were said, someone flew over quickly from a distance. While flying, the man said loudly: "Qingsha Tribe Qinghuo, pay homage to senior!"

Qinghuo was wearing a brown Taoist robe. He was in his fifties and half of his hair was gray.

But when he ran over, all the disciples of the tribe showed respect on their faces.

But Qinghuo didn't have time to pay attention to them at this time. He looked at Fang Ling with a respectful face. Although he couldn't see Fang Ling's cultivation, he knew very well in his heart that Fang Ling was definitely not something that their tribe could offend.

If Fang Ling was angry, he could turn their entire Qingsha tribe into ashes with just a wave.

His heart was filled with fear for the arrival of such existence. After all, for their entire tribe, this kind of person really didn't know whether it was a blessing or a disaster.

So he looked at Fang Ling with the most respectful eyes, fearing that something would be worse than offend this big man in his eyes.

Fang Ling smiled and said, "No need to be polite. I will come to your tribe this time. There are only two things to do. I will leave after I finish it."

"Senior, this is not a place to speak. Please go to the humble house." The Qinghuo breathed a sigh of relief. No matter what, this senior is as long as it is not here to find fault.

Xin Xiaoyu's eyes were wide open. Although she knew that her master was not an ordinary person, everything in front of her still surprised her.

In her eyes, Qinghuo, the great elder of the tribe, is a god-like existence. It can even be said that Qinghuo can even control the life and death of everyone in the entire tribe.

But now, Qinghuo treats his master so respectfully. He just thought that his master should be someone like the Great Elder Qinghuo.

"No need, I'm going to Xin Xiaoyu's house, come with me!" Fang Ling waved his hand at Qinghuo.

Who is Xin Xiaoyu? This elder Qinghuo didn't know at all, so he looked at Fang Ling with a hint of confusion on his face.

"Great Elder, this is Xin Xiaoyu, and that's her home there." Qingyan, a tribal warrior, hurriedly explained Qinghuo.

From the gate, you can see Xin Xiaoyu's ragged home at a glance. Looking at Xin Xiaoyu's ragged clothes, Qinghuo suddenly felt his heart beating.

Could it be that Xin Xiaoyu's ancestors have any friendship with this senior? If this is the case, if Xin Xiaoyu's family is like this, it means that he, the great elder, has not taken good care of him.

He thoughts flashed in his mind, but he hurriedly said on the surface: "Yes. Senior, please please first."

When Qinghuo knew that Xin Xiaoyu had been taken as a disciple by Fang Ling, his face suddenly turned red.

This time, I became excited. Although Xin Xiaoyu and his family are outsiders to the tribe, they have an existence that makes them look up to. It should even be the existence of the Jindan to acquire Xin Xiaoyu as a disciple, so Xin Xiaoyu's future achievements will definitely be small.

But no matter how he looked at Xin Xiaoyu, he couldn't tell that Xin Xiaoyu had any wonderful and envious roots.

There are really no words to describe Xin Xiaoyu’s home except for the four words “limited and four walls”.

When Fang Ling and the others pushed the door and went in, they saw a white-faced woman lying weakly on the stone bed. Next to the woman, a thin and short child was lying on the slumber, bored playing with the stones in her hand.

When the woman saw Xin Xiaoyu returning, she showed a hint of joy in her eyes. She struggled to stand up, but her strength really did not allow her to do too much movement.

Fang Ling couldn't help but feel dark when he saw this woman. According to his perspective, if this woman could not receive any treatment, her vitality would only be enough to support her to live for half a year.

In other words, if you hadn't met yourself, your disciple, your life would be even more difficult.

"Mom, this is my master!" Xin Xiaoyu ran over quickly, helped her mother up, and said softly.

The woman's eyes then looked at Fang Ling, but there was a hint of alert in her expression when she looked at Fang Ling.

How could Fang Ling not see this woman's expression? If this woman hadn't been Xin Xiaoyu's mother, Fang Ling would have never paid any attention to her.

But at this moment, he had to pay attention. After all, this woman was the mother of his disciple. She smiled at the woman and said, "My name is Fang Ling, and I want to collect Xiaoyu as my disciple."

"But Xiaoyu... she doesn't have the roots to practice. Why do you... accept her as a disciple?"

The woman's voice was intermittent, but there was a light of wisdom in her words.

This woman actually knew that Xin Xiaoyu did not have the roots to practice! For a moment, Fang Ling developed a little interest in Xin Xiaoyu's mother.

After all, whether a person has the root bones to cultivate is not something that ordinary people can tell. Seeing Xin Xiaoyu's mother finally turned into a nervous expression, Fang Ling smiled and said, "My disciple, don't need any root bones."

"People with good roots and bones may not be able to become my disciples. People with bad roots and bones may not be unable to practice."

While speaking, Fang Ling patted his little Qiankun bag, and a jade bottle flew out. He handed it to Xin Xiaoyu and said, "Put this for your mother to take it, it can cure your mother's illness."

While speaking, Fang Ling backfired and took out a large plate of some immortal fruits offered to him by the Five Poison Sects of the Commercial Realm, and then walked out.

Qinghuo's eyes were wide open at this time. At this time, he had no doubt at all. As long as this ancestor Fang wanted to make him his disciple, he would definitely pounce on him and hug him tightly.

In this plate of fruit, he only knew the smallest dragon breath fruit, which was twenty years ago. He went to pay tribute to the 200th birthday of a Jindan Zhenren, and a Jindan Zhenren Zhenren from afar regarded the dragon breath fruit as a birthday gift.

Although it was just one, it was worshipped by the Jindan Zhenren who was in charge of this place as the most precious gift.

Now, among the large plate of fairy fruits that Fang Ling threw down, not only did the dragon breath fruit the most inconspicuous, but it was like an ordinary sand date, and he made hundreds of them.

Just give me one!

But he didn't dare to tell this thought to this ancestor Fang. If this person was not satisfied, his skin would be...

Not to mention the sister who rushed up to eat fruits at Xin Xiaoyu's house, and the whimpering sounds coming from time to time, Fang Ling stood at the door and asked about the situation in Qinghuo.

According to Qinghuo's introduction, this place is called Endless Sand Sea. Even if it is him, he doesn't know how big this Endless Sand Sea is.

He only knew that five hundred miles from the endless sea of ​​sand, there was a Turquoise Mountain. On the Turquoise Mountain, there was a Jindan real person named Dayue real person.

Their area within a radius of 5,000 miles was all buried under the command of Dayue Zhenren. As for whether there was someone above Dayue Zhenren, he didn't know.

In his mouth, Zong Zhou was only heard by others. As for which Zong Zhou was on them, he couldn't figure it out.

This is the Zhou Domain. As a monk in the Zhou Domain, he couldn't figure out where the Zong Zhou was. Fang Ling's evaluation of Qinghuo was a little lower.

After chatting casually about Taoism, Qinghuo's eyes became more and more excited. Many questions that troubled his heart. Fang Ling just gave him a little tip, which made him feel enlightened.

If Fang Ling hadn't been lukewarm to him, he might have knelt down and worshipped Fang Ling as his teacher.

Half an hour later, Xin Xiaoyu walked out with his mother. As for her little sister, she looked contented, holding a big fairy peach in her hand, and biting it hard at the fairy peach's mouth.

Although most of the spiritual energy of this fairy peach is in the flesh, as the immortal peach cracks appear, the dense spiritual energy still drifts towards the surrounding heaven and earth.

Qinghuo licked his lips hard, feeling secretly distressed in his heart. He wanted to tell the innocent little girl that this fairy fruit was not eaten like this.

But Fang Ling's faint expression made all his thoughts pressed on his heart. Old Master Fang didn't care yet, why should he be an outsider point fingers and meddle in other people's business?

"Little woman Xin Jie pays homage to the immortal master." Xin Xiaoyu's mother, who had regained her spirit, respectfully bowed to Fang Ling.

When we met just now, Xin Xiaoyu's mother was so hungry that she looked like she was not long ago. However, now, this woman looks seventy-sixth-particle. Her rosy face made many tribal warriors guarding her saliva.

It turns out that this Xin family’s wife is so beautiful!

Fang Ling nodded and gently said, "Xiaoyu is very fond of my appetite. Now I have been accepted as a disciple. Are you and her sister willing to continue living in this tribe, or follow me to go back to the mountain gate?"

Xin Jie didn't expect Fang Ling to be so straight to the point. She hesitated for a moment. Just as she was about to speak, a strong wind blew from a distance.

With the storm of wind, a yellow boat was seen flying from a distance. The boat was a hundred feet tall, and it was sailing on the wild sand and even rolled up a sandstorm in the sky.

Fang Ling frowned. Such a sandstorm could not reach his body, but the unrestrained behavior of these people made him feel quite unhappy.

Just as his brows were slightly frowning, the boat was pressing straight towards the oasis where the tribe was located.

The rushing look had no intention of changing the way.

Seeing the fast-coming Dharma boat, Qinghuo's face changed. He shouted loudly: "Shenzhou passes through the border, let everyone get out of the house quickly and avoid it."

Although several warriors from the tribe seemed a little scared in front of the speeding boat, they couldn't help but say loudly: "Great Elder, most of our supplies are in the house, if we press them..."

"People are the most important, let's talk about the others later!" Qinghuo waved his hand and said resolutely. (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!
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