Chapter 438: Controversy

The old man in the depth of the spar mine, although it looks dry and weak, can be volatility in the body, but it is still much stronger than the average Yuantian monk, it is a spirit. Heavenly monks are no doubt!
In the whole wooden coffin, it is the mysterious ancestor who has been able to retreat from the woods.
"It is no wonder that the Yang family is so strong in the wooden door. The wooden ancestors have never appeared. It is already full of oil and will be seated..." After the eyes swept from the old man, Luo Yang’s gaze Flash, my heart slowly thought.
From the moment he stepped into the spar mine, he realized that the spiritual world was full of deadness. At this moment, after seeing the wooden ancestors in the spar mine, the heart was already aware.
"According to Feng Yunshan's remarks, the Yang family is the leader of the Yang family. The great elder Yang Haitian is faint and has become the head of the house. If this wooden family ancestors sit here, I am afraid this wooden door should really be Renamed."
After a moment of thinking for a moment, Luo Yang regained his gaze. The goal of his entry into the wooden door is the so-called ancestral tree. As for who the wooden door will fall into, the Luo Yang will naturally not care.
In the eyes of the red light flash, Luo Yang will conquer the magic of the fairy, shake his head, and step into his own cave.
Although not a luxury, this cave is small and chic, and everything should be available. After a random look, Luo Yang closed the door and sat on the stone couch.
"Since now that I have entered the wooden door, I can carefully inquire about the things of the ancestral trees. I can't be anxious. I can also take the Hengshi technique to practice..."
When Luo Yang’s mind was moved, the right hand was lifted up quickly, and a shot was taken on the stone wall below. The spiritual force rolled over, and a gray stone slowly broke out from the stone wall. It was a sea crystal. Stone is no doubt!
The cave house was built in the spar mine. Although most of the sea spar in the mountain has been excavated, some of the spar remains. For the average monk, I want to find one from these walls. A sea spar is like a needle in a haystack, but it is different.
"Relying on the method described in Hengshi, the sea spar in this place can be used for me. With such a large amount of sea spar to repair the stone, my technique of spar will surely advance by leaps and bounds!"
After the eyes swept over the nacre in his hand, Luo Yang’s mouth rose slightly, revealing a satisfied smile.
Hengshishu can become the secret sect of the ancient Zongmen. It is natural and extraordinary. If it can be cultivated into the hall, it will be of great benefit to Luoyang’s cultivation.
After a moment of indulging for a moment, Luo Yang did not hesitate to start observing the sea spar in his hand according to the method of Hengshi.
At the time of Luo Yang’s participation in Hengshi, in the depths of Mudumen, in the majestic hall, there were two old and one young figures talking in the sinking voice. The young man who was young was Luo Yang has the festival of Yang Yucheng.
At this moment, Yang Lancheng did not have the pride before, but instead stood respectfully and looked at the old man constantly.
"You mean, the spirit beast in the hands of Song Keqing, just used a blow, will kill the Sen Luo bat?"
After listening to Yang Yucheng's words, the blue-robed old man sitting above the main hall slowly opened his eyes and said with a deep voice.
"Back to my grandfather's words, the little beast's beast really only used one trick, and then killed the Shen Luo bat that Tang Mingxiu had spent on the hard sacrifice. Only his beast was hidden in the Qiankun bag, and my grandson did not. Can see clearly what is the beast."
Yang Yucheng's look was tight, and he quickly said that the blue-robed old man in front of him was his grandfather, but he was also the great elder in the wooden door, repairing Yang Haitian, who reached the half-step spirit!
Even if he was in front of the latter, he was respectful and did not dare to make the slightest.
"A guest of Qingyang, but you can have this kind of beast, I am afraid there are some problems... Chenger, you don't have to trace it down." After a moment of indulgence, Yang Haitian said slowly.
After hearing Yang Haitian’s words, Yang’s face changed and his face looked anxious. Although he only glanced at it, he clearly felt that the soul of the Song Keqing’s hand was absolutely not simple. Its acceptance is also a big gain for him.
"But my grandfather..."
At the moment, anxiously, Yang Lancheng quickly asked to persuade him, but he did not finish the words and was interrupted by Yang Haitian.
"There is still three months, the day of the Baishi event. You only need to concentrate on preparing for this. You can play for me at the time. As for other things, you don't have to pay attention to it."
When Yang Haitian's voice fell, it was the look of Yang Yucheng's look, and his face showed a doubtful color.
"Hundred Stones Fair? Isn't that only the Taoist temple, the chance to participate in the grand event? Grandfather, you mean..."
After returning to God, Yang Haocheng’s face flashed with excitement, but he still couldn’t believe it, and spoke tentatively.
As if I understood Yang Yucheng's heart, Yang Haitian's gaze looked out of the hall, and the old ground showed a strange smile.
"You don't have to worry about the identity, just be prepared to participate in the event. Other things, my grandfather, I will settle for you." Yang Haitian took back his eyes and looked at Yang Yucheng with his eyes, faintly said.
"Grandchildren thank you grandfather! Please rest assured that your grandfather, grandchildren will not let your old man down!" After receiving the exact answer, Yang Yucheng's heart was overjoyed and quickly went to Yang Haitian for a ceremony.
Almost at the same time, in another courtyard in Muximen, there was an angry voice.
"Damn old things! Why did he let Yang Lancheng participate in the Baishi event! I am the inheritor of Muximen, the identity of this road should belong to me!!"
In the room of the other hospital, a Tsing Yi teenager yelled angrily. His eyes were red, and the face of the white scorpion had already become a piece of iron.
On the side of the Tsing Yi teenager, a middle-aged man's brow wrinkled and looked at the boy, showing a pity look.
"Feng Shu, you are the cuddling of our wooden family. The old things are so arrogant at the moment. What do you think we should do?"
After venting a little, the Tsing Yi teenager gradually calmed down and looked up at the middle-aged man, and asked with a deep voice.
Seeing the boy's opening, the middle-aged man only slowly looked up. If Luo Yang is here, he will be able to recognize that the ‘Feng Shu’ in front of him is the sect of the sect of Feng Yunshan!