"Brother, how can we worship the Yuhua Immortal Sect?"

After a while of excitement, Fang Han finally calmed down.

This is an immortal sect!

A sect that teaches people to become immortals!

Even if you think about it with your toes, you know it is difficult to get in.

The two brothers had the relics of the dead ghost Bai Haichan, and they could only barely embark on the road of cultivation.

Without subsequent martial arts and magical powers, it is undoubtedly a dream to go further.

The immortal sect is different. At least there will be a master to teach you how to practice?

Is it so easy for people to enter this place?

"As far as I know, Yuhua Gate is closest to us, and other immortal gates are far away!"

"The Yuhua Sect recruits disciples, and has always recruited the children of princes, nobles, officials and powerful officials in nearby dynasties."

"For example, we are slaves, and even civilians, are not qualified to be exposed to such existences."

"So, after thinking about it, we cannot leave the Fang family!"

Fang Chen's eyes flashed, and he said with confidence, "Relying on Fang's eldest daughter Fang Qingxue to enter the Yuhua Immortal Sect is the only way!"

"So that's it, my brother said so much!"

Fang Han couldn't help but realize it and soon understood.

Then, he hesitated a little: "But why should the eldest lady of the Fang family take us into the immortal sect?"

"The Fang family has many disciples, no matter what, it's not our brothers' turn, right?"

Even if the eldest lady of the Fang family becomes the true disciple of the Yuhua Sect, she is still just a disciple and is not the leader.

How could she easily bring people to the game? Where did she get the qualification?

Even if there is a quota for disciples, it is not the turn of the two brothers, right?

There are thousands of disciples of the Fang family. No matter how bad they are, they are better than the two brothers, right?

No matter how I thought about it, Fang Han couldn't figure out where his elder brother got the confidence!

"Um..."

Fang Chen nodded.

"Normal, the number of disciples is definitely not as good as the two brothers!"

“But what if it’s an abnormal way?”

"You know, whether it is the eldest lady of the Fang family or other disciples of the Fang family, they are young masters and ladies who are not diligent in spring water and do not distinguish between four bodies and five grains!"

"Even if they go to Yuhua Sect, they have to be served, right? They must take people there, right?"

"So, we can only enter the Yuhua Gate as the following person!"

"Xiaohan, this is the only opportunity for us brothers. It is no exaggeration to say a once-in-a-lifetime thing!"

After patting Fang Han's shoulder, Fang Chen said earnestly: "If you miss this, you won't know when you will have to wait next time!"

"Brother, I know the importance of it, and I don't know how to behave."

Fang Han nodded heavily, his brother was afraid that he would not accept this statement.

After listening to his brother's words, he knew that what his brother said was right.

The identity of a domestic slave is sometimes a shackle on the road of life, but sometimes it can also bring some convenience.

"Then brother, take out this picture..."

After a pause, Fang Han pointed to the map of Jiao Fu Huangquan on the table and asked.

"I'm not going to be promoted to the seventh level of physical body, I'm just thinking about trying to refine it to see if I can refine this treasure!"

Fang Chen replied calmly after hearing this: "But, this picture is shared by us brothers, not me alone!"

"According to the dead ghost, this picture was refined by Emperor Huangquan in the past, which must be a big deal!"

"I can't selfishly possess it alone. Xiaohan, you know what I mean!"

Before, Fang Chen was still worried about whether to refine it first.

But now my brother is back.

This is even better. I will bring up this matter openly and see what he thinks.

"Yes, brother, you have made great progress now. Maybe you can refine this ancient picture!"

Fang Han didn't think so much and said happily: "Brother, try it quickly to see if it can be refined!"

He didn't know that his brother was not simple in his mind, he just wanted to test his attitude.

"Xiaohan, you have to think about it!"

Fang Chen felt relieved, but he still advised: "I have heard that once the magic weapon is refined, it will be completely owned by its own private property."

"If I could really refine this ancient picture, it would become me alone!"

"It's unfair to you!"

Fang Chen felt that it was necessary to make the matter clear so that the two brothers would not have a grudge in the future.

"Brother, you're out of here! If you give me the Nine Orifices Golden Pill, then this ancient picture will belong to you!"

Fang Han shook his head and said indifferently: "Besides, even if this picture is refined by my brother, will you disagree when I want to borrow it?"

"How can we brothers' relationship be controlled by a mere dead object?"

He didn't know the grade of the Jiaofu Huangquan map, and he didn't care even if he knew it.

In his heart, how could the importance of brother be comparable to a magic weapon?

"Okay, Xiaohan, you say this. If I get more trouble, it will be pretentious!"

Fang Chen nodded and stopped when he saw it was good.

"That's right. Brother, please try it quickly and see what kind of treasure this ancient picture is?"

Fang Han grinned and kept urging.

"Okay, I'll give it a try!"

Fang Chen nodded, pointed his right hand like a sword, and slashed across the palm of his left hand, and blood immediately spread.

He quickly dripped blood on the Dragon Fu Huangquan map on the table, and the wound was healed soon.

The next moment, something magical happened.

The ancient pictures on the table were like sponges, absorbing Fang Chen's blood.

Moreover, with the naked eye, the Huangquan River drawn in the picture actually waves layer by layer.

"Brother, look, it's glowing!"

Pointing at the ancient map with a slightly yellow light, Fang Han said excitedly.

"Well, I saw it!"

Fang Chen was very excited and stared at the map of Jiaofu Huangquan.

After a while, he felt that his heart seemed to be connected with the Jiaofu Huangquan Tu.

Suddenly, Fang Chen felt the darkness in front of him and came to another place.

He quickly realized that his divine thoughts came to the inside of the Huangquan River.

Looking around, this is a dim space.

It is covered with yellow earth on all sides, with rolling waves, and the spirit is swimming freely in the Yellow Spring River.

There is nothing else besides this.

"Yes, Yan was seriously injured before, but it was not so easy to recover!"

After turning this space all over, Fang Chen did not find the so-called spirit and immediately reacted.

Back then, Emperor Huangquan sealed the holy river Huangquan River in the underground abyss with his supreme magic power.

Then refine the dragon vein spirit into a weapon spirit, that is, Yan.

However, there is only the endless waves of the underworld, and the figure of the Spirit Yan is not seen.

When Emperor Huangquan ascended to the Immortal Realm, he was killed by the Heavenly Court with thirty-three days of fortune treasures, and the Jiao Fu Huangquan Map was also knocked down from the grade.

Not only that, the Spirit Yan of the Artifact was also in a deep sleep and would not wake up easily.

The Yellow Spring River in front of you is a space of a small cave.
Chapter completed!