"Sister Six, why did you say this?"

Fu Shiyi was so excited that his upper body stood up.

The sixth sister Mo Lan's eyes flashed:

"Eleventh, you forgot that I'm not just me."

"Grandma Meng?!"

Fu Shiyi's eyes lit up.

In this way.

Only this mysterious old witch.

"It's" the sixth sister Mo Lan nodded slightly: "Since she completely swallowed Grandma Meng, this period of time has finally sorted out some information from her scattered memory. Grandma Meng should be from southern Xinjiang."

Southern Xinjiang.

Witchcraft is prevalent.

There.

Of course, you can find the fourth-level witch.

From Mangzhou to southern Xinjiang, there is no direct access to the large teleportation array. You need to go through Baizhou first, then rent a treasure ship from Baizhou, and climb over the swamp Huangling that has spread more than 100,000 miles to reach it.

Southern Xinjiang.

The monks think they are too few to step into the foot.

There.

The magical powers of monks are suppressed by certain spatial laws, and tens of them cannot exert 30% of their power. Moreover, the witches in southern Xinjiang are elusive and witchcrafts are hard to defend against.

Therefore.

Referring to Southern Xinjiang.

In addition to dislike, monks are also afraid.

Fu Shiyi had contacted Wu when he was in the desert, so he didn't repel him much. Moreover, she was about to go to Baizhou to see if there was any whereabouts of Wangui Gate. In this way, the two sides were just right.

"Sister Six, how about we wait until the Million Mountains War ends, let's go to southern Xinjiang together?"

"One word is certain!"

Sixth sister Mo Lan is very happy.

She was in a very good mood and even made a pot of tea herself. The two of them talked a lot about the matter in southern Xinjiang. After drinking the pot of tea, the sixth sister wanted to renew the tea. The messaging token on Fu Shiyi's body lit up, but Fu Zhihong asked Fu Shiyi to come over and let Fu Shiyi go there. Fu Shiyi had to apologize and sue him and exit the secret room.

Step out of the secret room.

But I saw a person with a lifetime of face waiting in front of the gate of the "Fu Mansion".

Four stars were embroidered on the robe this man wore.

It was the Jindan monk of the Xie family.

The man seemed to have been waiting here for a long time. When he saw Fu Shiyi's face, a hint of joy flashed across his face. Before he could speak, he bowed to Fu Shiyi first.

Fu Shiyi's gift:

"Fellow Daoist, who are you looking for?"

Fu Shiyi saw a girl in her teenage years old hidden behind the man. The girl's face was covered with a gauze scarf. This gauze scarf could block the exploration of spiritual consciousness, and he could not see the other person's true appearance. However, the little girl's clothing was embroidered with three stars, which was a foundation-building monk of the Xie family.

"Friend Fu is in peace"

"I want to come over to visit your sixth sister. I wonder if you can send it conveniently?"

Looking for Liujie?

Fu Shiyi frowned suspiciously.

Sixth sister Mo Lan even people from this clan think there are few contacts.

Why did this unmatched monk of the Xie family come to the door?

The other party's cultivation level is already at the ninth level of the Golden Pill, three levels higher than Fu Shiyi, but his attitude is respectful and humble. He doesn't hit the smiley person. Fu Shiyi is not willing to give face, so he quickly made a few gestures to communicate with Liu Jie, then turned around and nodded slightly to the man and the girl:

"You can go in, Sister Liu is in the second secret room in the left wing room."

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist!"

The man showed gratitude and took the girl into Fu's house.

Fu Shiyi turned around and saw the man laughing with a flute behind him. He suddenly recalled, who was this man?

This man.

Strictly speaking.
Chapter completed!