An ancient tree that penetrates into the sky stands in the center of Feiling Village.

Above the ancient trees, like palaces in the sky, built tree houses of different levels.

There is a powerful pressure above each tree house. The tree house placed at the top of the sky is holding a handsome man. The man's eyes suddenly opened and muttered to himself:

"Are you finally here?"

The man stood up from meditation, took a step forward, and the next step appeared at the entrance of the village.

"Old ancestor!"

The boy with red eyes saw the man and subconsciously knelt down. The man nodded slightly, but his eyes fell on Fu Shiyi:

"You are Wan'er's little daughter in the mortal world?"

The man did not have any fluctuations in the pressure, but Fu Shiyi stood in front of him, but he didn't even dare to have the idea of ​​running away. His breath was so strong that it was no less than the magic stone she met in the ruined village.

Her throat rolled:

"Report to senior, I am indeed my mother's little daughter."

But I don't know if her mother is the Wan'er he mentioned.

The man glanced at Qi Xiuyuan aside again, paused at Qi Xiuyuan's chest for a second before speaking: "Wan'er said that in a few years, those who inherited her magic weapon would come with her little daughter. This young man has become the owner of Huangquan Inn."

The man paused and looked at Fu Shiyi:

"Then you are Wan'er's little daughter."

After talking.

A man waved his robe lightly.

Fu Shiyi and him disappeared from their original place.

Qi Xiuyuan couldn't help but be anxious and wanted to chase after him. The young boy next to him quickly stopped him:

"The one who was the ancestor of our Feiling clan has not shown up for hundreds of years. Your companion was summoned by his ancestor alone. Obviously, it was a blessing for eight lifetimes to cultivate."

Halfway through the boy, he swept the badge in Qi Xiuyuan's hand and choked up again. Although Qi Xiuyuan was a little worried about Fu Shiyi, his strength was very different, so he had to complete his task first.

.......

After Fu Shiyi landed and stood up.

I found myself in a room full of butterfly and spiritual flowers.

Butterfly Spirit Flower is a sixth-level spiritual medicine. It is also rare in the heyday of the Immortal Cultivation World in Central and South China. This flower blooms only once every 100,000 years, but the flowering period is very short, just a cup of tea.

But when the butterfly spirit flowers bloom.

Monks who meditate beside them often have an epiphany.

It is said that in ancient times, many gods created 108 great roads to heaven because they had been entrenched among the butterfly spirit flowers for a long time.

Fu Shiyi never expected that the Immortal Clan had raised one, and it looked like it had been 99,000 years, and it was only 1,000 years before it could bloom!

"Sit!"

The man sat cross-legged under the butterfly spirit flower. He did nothing, just sat there, but he was so beautiful that he dared not look directly at it. Fu Shiyi didn't expect that there was such a beautiful man in the world.

She was still sitting opposite the man, and the man spoke:

"Your mother once said that when you arrive, it will be the day when the butterfly spirit flowers bloom."

The man's eyes did not fall on Fu Shiyi when he spoke.

But Fu Shiyi felt that even if she just turned her head and thought, the other party knew it clearly. "Senior, I do have a way to make the butterfly spirit flower bloom quickly, but there are conditions."

In front of those who have the ability to cultivate to heaven.

Fu Shiyi didn't dare to lie, but considering that all this was arranged by her mother, although she was nervous, she was not rude.

The man heard that Fu Shiyi had a solution, and his face, which had not been emotionally fluctuating, suddenly lit up. He laughed and said, "Wan'er is really a person who keeps his promises. Girl, what do you think you need? Just speak. Although I haven't gone out to walk around for a long time, my family still has some of my family."

A man's speech:

"In addition, as long as you can make the Butterfly Spirit Flower bloom, I will fulfill my promise to your mother back then."

Promise?

What promise?

Fu Shiyi suddenly looked up at the man.

The man smiled and refused to answer: "As for what it is, you will know after you let the Butterfly Love Flower bloom."

Fu Shiyi couldn't help but look forward to it and excited. She nodded and walked around the sixth sister Die Lianhua, then said, "Senior, I wonder if you have a sixth-level spiritual plant?"

Since it is necessary to give birth to butterfly spirit flowers, it is naturally the same level of vitality catalytic effect.

The man's eyelids twitched, but after a glance at Die Lianhua next to him, he flicked his sleeves with a painful heart, and an ancient wooden box appeared in his hand:

"The seal of this wooden box is the ripe spiritual herb that is ripe for 90,000 years. The sixth-level medium-grade spiritual herb is only one grade worse than the butterfly spirit flower, but the vitality concentration it contains is the same."

But it doesn't have the heaven-defying function of Butterfly Spirit Flower.

What Fu Shiyi needs is the vitality of the spiritual medicine, which has no effect. Originally, the Butterfly Spirit Flower has aged 99,000 years and has a spiritual medicine of the same level. It should be no problem to ripen.

Fu Shiyi lowered his eyes and said softly:

"Senior, I need two more things just in case."

The man's beautiful eyebrows moved, and before Fu Shiyi could speak, he quickly said: "Girl, although the butterfly spirit flower is rare, if you still need to pay for the same level of spiritual medicine, this deal is not cost-effective. Moreover, although you are Wan'er's daughter,..."

The man didn't finish his words.

The threat is beyond words.

Obviously, Fu Shiyi was trying not to play tricks. Fu Shiyi forced himself to not show any strange colors, and said calmly:

"Senior, the two things I need are actually not rare for you, they are just one bottle of snow spirit liquid for ten thousand years and five fourth-level heavenly fire fruits."

The man breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that he was not a sixth-level spiritual object.

As long as it is not too much demand, he doesn't care: "I don't have these two things in my hand, please wait for a moment."

The man closed his eyes and his lips squirmed for a few minutes.

Less than half a quarter of an hour.

Fu Shiyi heard a whistle outside. When the man waved his robe, a woman with a pair of green wings stepped in. The woman had no pressure fluctuations. However, when she passed by Fu Shiyi, she instinctively felt a palpitation.

Obviously this woman must be a great monk.

Fu Shiyi looked at his nose and nose, and stood in the room without moving.

"Old ancestor, these are the two things you want. In addition, my nephew and granddaughter also brought you lotus and fairy dew."

Fu Shiyi couldn't help but roll his throat when he heard the lotus and fairy dew. The lotus and fairy dew is a fifth-level spiritual liquid, and just one drop can increase the rate of elixir formation by 40%. Even in the Central and Southern Immortal Cultivation World ten thousand years ago, this thing is in short supply.

But I didn't expect that the Feiling clan had so many bottles.
Chapter completed!