"Haha, how can I treat you badly?"
Seeing Meng Fan asking for something, the mysterious figure actually laughed, "When you return the way you came, you will see a coiled dragon pillar.
Just go there to find your destiny.
I’ll give you half a stick of incense, and it’s up to you how much luck you can get.
After half a stick of incense, you have to leave.”
"Senior, what kind of fortune is that?"
Meng Fan asked pretending to be happy.
But the mysterious figure seemed to have fallen into trance in the white mist and no longer answered his words.
Meng Fan turned around and walked along the way he came.
But as soon as he turned around, his expression became completely different from before.
He looked extremely calm and calm.
If the mysterious figure saw the change in his expression, he would definitely not think that he was still the black turtle clone.
"The old man's identity is very problematic.
We must find out after he returns."
"His promise cannot be believed at all, but the killing of Gongye Chunmu should be true."
"I can't completely listen to him even if he plays tricks on the Wufeng leader's token.
I need to take the initiative."
Meng Fan was thinking as he flew by, and soon he arrived in front of a naturally formed coiled dragon pillar.
There is a smooth stone dragon coiled on that pillar, with a mouth and nose, and two dragon horns on the top of its head.
It is so lifelike that people can't help but marvel at the magic of the Creator.
Under the coiled dragon pillar, there is a dark The small hole was as thick as a child’s arm, and I don’t know where it went. ticking Suddenly, a drop of white liquid dripped from the open mouth of the dragon.
Meng Fan's pupils shrank immediately, and he felt that the liquid was filled with a strong breath of luck.
Needless to say, it was also a drop of luck liquid.
When he came, he was thinking that the luck in this cave was so rich that it could condense into a liquid.
He never expected that there was actually a liquid of luck here.
Before the drop of liquid could fall, Meng Fan stretched out his palm to catch it.
If he didn't catch it, the liquid would fall into the small hole under the pillar and disappear.
"This can indeed be called a blessing."
Meng Fan used his mental skills and began to absorb the liquid in his palm.
"Compared with me absorbing the mist-like luck from the Golden Lotus Peak's deep pool of luck, the effect will definitely be much better."
As he absorbed it, in the blink of an eye, the drop of liquid seeped into his palm and disappeared.
There was a flash of purple light in his eyes, and there was also purple light diffused in his Dantian.
It was obvious that the purple energy in his body had been strengthened.
Without such an opportunity, it would be extremely difficult to strengthen the purple energy.
The true energy also circulated rapidly in the meridians, and the cultivation level actually improved slightly in an instant, as if the drop of liquid was a drop of catalyst.
"I am inhaling the concentrated liquid luck as spiritual energy."
Meng Fan took a breath of enjoyment, "Looking at the entire cultivator, not many people can enjoy such conditions."
He clenched his fist again, and the power of cultivation actually spread out, making his clothes sway in the breeze, but soon, the situation subsided.
"After Qi turns into liquid, it can instantly strengthen the combat power."
With the new discovery, Meng Fan's eyes sparkled, "I must get more and save them for emergencies."
In the future, if he secretly takes a sip when facing an enemy in battle, he will definitely receive unexpected effects. ticking But after a while, a second drop of liquid dripped from the dragon's mouth.
The mysterious figure left him half a stick of incense, but he couldn't absorb even a few drops.
"If purple energy is also classified as luck, then purple energy is a mutated form of luck, the most noble luck.
I wonder if purple energy can attract the liquid of luck from the dragon's mouth."
With this thought in mind, Meng Fan placed his hand on the dragon's head, and a cloud of purple energy spread out from his palm.
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To his surprise, along with a gurgling sound, the liquid of luck poured out from the dragon's mouth like running water.
Meng Fan waved his hand, took out an empty jar containing wine from the space, and began to collect the liquid of luck.
But what disappointed him was that it only flowed for a short while, and it was as if he had drained the fluid of luck, and not a drop of it flowed out.
He also understands this situation.
Condensing luck into liquid is definitely not an easy task.
It is already very good to be able to release half of the jar at once.
"There should be a lot left in this cave."
Meng Fan couldn't help but focus his eyes on the dark hole, pressed his palm on it, and while exhaling the purple energy, he softly shouted: "Come out."
Guru Guru A strange sound came from the small hole, and then a stream of luck liquid spurted out from the small hole.
Meng Fan quickly handed over the wine jar, which was soon full, but the luck liquid was still spraying out.
It looks like the stock is amazing.
"When I was in Niutoushan, I warned myself not to be greedy, but the current situation is about cooperating with others.
People who work together are our own people, and there should be no trouble in taking things that belong to our own people."
Meng Fan smiled and took out many bottles and jars from the space and began to put the liquid of luck.
When he saw that the jet of luck water was beginning to weaken, he reluctantly stopped and then poured out the water column of luck.
After suppressing it, the time for half a stick of incense has almost passed.
“You can’t just dry up the lake and fish, because there will be more to come in the future.”
Meng Fan walked toward the entrance with a smile on his face.
In fact, he was afraid that if he obtained too much, he would be noticed by the mysterious figure.
After all, the opponent was the formation spirit of the formation.
And the remaining liquid of luck flowed back into the small hole.
When we returned to the bamboo forest on the cliff, it was already late at night.
Jin Fushen and Ouyang Yunyi were still squatting and waiting by the pit.
"Brother Meng, how is the situation?"
When Jin Fushen saw Meng Fan emerging from the pit, he hurriedly asked.
Meng Fan patted the dirt on his body and whispered with a smile: "We have learned a lot.
Let's go to the house to chat."
Seeing the smile on Meng Fan's face, Ouyang Yunyi felt inexplicably disappointed, always feeling that his destiny had been taken away by Meng Fan again.
The light rain is still falling, the mist is misty, and the temperature is freezing.
Jin Fudan followed Meng Fan.
Seeing Meng Fan's light steps, he felt that Meng Fan must have benefited from something.
"Brother Yunyi, you have made great achievements this time."
After returning to the house, Meng Fan didn't say anything else, but patted Ouyang Yunyi on the shoulder first, "If you hadn't worked hard this time, I might have missed something.
Good thing."
What he said was right.
If Ouyang Yunyi had not encountered anything ghostly, he would have directly discussed his plan with Jin Fushen instead of going deep underground to meet the mysterious old man and cooperate with him.
Nor will he receive a large amount of luck fluid.
Ouyang Yunyi curled his lips after hearing this: "What a good thing."
Meng Fan motioned for everyone to sit cross-legged on the wooden bed, glanced at the drizzle outside the window, and said softly: "Actually, it's not the Golden Lotus Peak that has a problem, but the Nanwu Sect's underground."
He pointed below: "I met a mysterious old man underground in the Nanwu Sect."
It was this night, this conversation, that was related to the future destiny of the Nanmo Sect
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