After watching the video, Ye Feng asked Count Clan: "What was this video shot from?"
"A month ago, I followed that fat guy to New York."
Except for himself and Mo Yun and other people who had just come out of the world of immortality, even Mr. Mo Da, the leader of Fangcun Mountain, might not be a match for Luo Tianquan.
I hope Luo Tianquan didn’t go to Fangcun Mountain. Ye Feng took out his mobile phone and called Mo Lingshan. The call went through, but no one answered. Ye Feng was a little worried.
"Can you track down this Luo Tianquan?"
Count Clan felt that Ye Feng was a little nervous, and said without hiding anything: "Luo Tianquan is not easy to track, because he is always elusive and likes to hide in remote places. The fat man likes to eat, drink and have fun, and he often hangs out in hotels and nightclubs, making it easy to track him."
"It seems I have to go to Fangcun Mountain to see if Luo Tianquan has done anything to Fangcun Mountain."
Count Clan comforted Ye Feng and said, "I think you don't need to worry too much. I know a little about the ancient martial arts sects in China. Fangcun Mountain is a large sect with a history of thousands of years. He, an ancient martial artist, should not be a match for a sect."
"In the ancient martial arts world, the strong prey on the weak. Luo Tianquan came from the immortal world. He has resources that Fangcun Mountain does not have. I am afraid that he will refine some weird spiritual weapon. Even if he cannot wipe out the whole family, he will hurt many people."
Ye Feng said to Paul, "I have something urgent to do and I have to leave first. I can't say goodbye to my friends. Tomorrow morning, you can say goodbye to them for me."
Paul looked respectful: "Don't worry, Doctor Ye, I will definitely convey your words to them."
Ye Feng said to Count Clan: "Do you want to go to Fangcun Mountain with me?"
"Should I go too?"
"You are not looking for Helen. She and Sister Juan may have gone to Fangcun Mountain to practice."
"I just called Helen, but she was out of service area."
"Her phone may have been left in the Immortal Realm. It's certainly out of service area."
A sword light flashed in Ye Feng's palm, and the flying sword slowly floated under his feet, gradually becoming larger and becoming a giant rectangular sword. The three-color sword light was gorgeous and colorful, and it looked more like a colorful skateboard.
Earl Clan stepped carefully onto the flying sword.
Ye Feng smiled and said, "You'd better take my flying sword. Although you can fly, it's too slow."
The flying sword's light became even brighter, wrapping up Ye Feng and Earl Clan tightly.
Paul standing next to him was stunned. He had heard that ancient warriors could use flying swords, but he had never seen it. He did not think highly of their strength.
Now that I see Ye Feng performing the flying sword, I understand why Elder Shaman would be so cautious when it comes to ancient warriors.
The sword light suddenly flew into the air, streaking across the night sky like a meteor, and disappeared from Paul's sight. He looked at the night sky intently, patted his chest, and then he realized that the power of the ancient warrior's flying sword should not be underestimated.
Mo Yun, Lao Qintou, Sister Ajuan, and Helen came to Fangcun Mountain together. Fangcun Mountain is just a small peak in the Bailong Mountain Range in northeastern China.
On the main peak of Fangcun Mountain, there are several courtyards from the top of the mountain to the middle of the mountain.
Most of them are ancient buildings from thousands of years ago, and there are also newly built buildings. All of them adopt antique styles, with green tiles, red walls, heavy ridges and flying eaves. Looking at them, one feels as if he has traveled back to ancient times and has no idea what year it is.
Halfway up the mountain, there stands a towering colorful archway with "Fangcun Mountain" inscribed on it in three large characters written in a dancing style.
It was early winter at this time of year, and the tops of the thousands-mile-long Bailong Mountains were already covered in snow.
The large house halfway up the mountain is where the beginner disciples live. It was built more than a thousand years ago. The TV antenna erected from the glazed tiles and the electric lights in front of the mountain gate give this ancient building a modern feel.
At this time, the gate of Fangcun Mountain was closed. Mo Yun knocked on the gate gently, and the gate slowly opened.
The person who opened the door was an ordinary young disciple. He looked at Mo Yun and the others in confusion.
"What can I do for you?"
Before Mo Yun could speak, Grandma Butterfly walked up to the young disciple from Fangcun Mountain and almost stuck to his body.
She raised her face and looked at him with contempt: "Go and inform your sect leader quickly, and tell him that your elder Mo is back."
Grandma Butterfly is hundreds of years old, but she looks to be no more than thirty years old. She is beautiful and charming, which makes the young disciple of Fangcun Mountain a little panicked.
He quickly stepped back, a blush flashed across his face, and he asked in surprise: "Notify the Sect Master? Are you the Sect Master's friends?"
Grandma Butterfly flashed a smug look: "You look like a person with a nose and eyes, but how can you be so stupid? How can your clan leader be worthy of being my friend? I am your clan leader's elder."
A woman who looked to be around thirty years old actually said that the sect master was not worthy of being her friend, and even said that she was the sect master's elder. No matter how well-mannered the young disciple was, he could not help it.
His face turned even redder, this time not from embarrassment but from anger.
"Hey, how can you talk like that? Did you come to the wrong place? This is Fangcun Mountain. Our sect leader, Mr. Mo Da, is well-known to everyone in the world. How dare you offend him?"
Sister Juan dragged Grandma Butterfly to the side and said, "Don't say anything. He is just an ordinary disciple. How can he know who you are? Let me tell you."
Grandma Butterfly rolled her eyes and stepped aside: "Okay, I won't say anything, you do it."
Sister Juan smiled and said, "My little brother, my sister is not very good at talking. Go tell your sect leader. If your level is not high enough, tell your steward or master that we are friends from the Immortal Realm, and one of us is Mo Yun, the former elder of your Fangcun Mountain. We are waiting here."
The young disciple had heard of the world of immortality, and looked at the beautiful young woman in front of him with confusion. This young woman was even more beautiful than the previous one, and she spoke clearly and didn't seem like a liar.
He looked back again and saw Mo Yun and Old Qin. Although they were gray-haired, they were both energetic, with youthful faces and extraordinary temperament.
He was extremely confused, but his attitude became respectful: "I will tell my master right away. Please wait for a moment. It's cold outside. Please come inside and sit down."
There is a room next to the mountain gate, which is usually a reception room. With such a large mountain gate, friends often visit, so a reception room was specially built.
Soon, the chief steward of Fangcun Mountain, Xiao Mile, came over, followed by a group of strong disciples of Fangcun Mountain.
Laughing Maitreya looked disdainful and reprimanded the gatekeeper disciple: "How could it be possible for someone from the Immortal Realm to do this? The Immortal Realm opens once every 200 years. You fool, you have been deceived again. If the person who came here said that he was your ancestor, would you believe it?"
The young disciple said with a sad face, "I don't think they are liars, nor do they look like ordinary people."
"Of course the swindler who dares to come to Fangcun Mountain is not an ordinary person."
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