The clothes flutter...bare feet are as snow, graceful and ancient. It may follow the toilet at any time

"Xiruo!"

Zhang Fan's eyes were suddenly filled with this beautiful figure, which was the appearance of Yingying.

When the two of them looked at each other, Xiruo suddenly smiled, and the flowers bloomed, and the world suddenly became vivid. The vicissitudes and distant ancient desolation became fainter in the smile.

It was like a white cloud floating by. Xiruo stepped lightly, walked to Zhang Fan, took his hand, and smiled slightly: "Senior Brother, you are here."

"Yeah, I'm here."

Zhang Fan smiled warmly and held hands with his hands.

Feeling the warmth in his voice in his hand, Xiruo's beautiful big eyes suddenly turned into a crescent moon. The temperament of the demon girl who turned upside down was gone, and replaced by the little bird's intoxication, as if the whole world was the only man in front of him.

Zhang Fan and Xiruo were both people who were as if no one else were around. They didn't care at all. The originally noisy circular valley suddenly became quiet.

Those burly men and even the village women who were so sturdy, looked at each look in surprise. Some even rubbed their eyes and muttered "illusions" and other words.

These days, I feel as if I am waiting for something.

What a character she is? Yu Xiaoyanran killed people while talking and laughing, twisting all living beings and his subordinates are ruthless. They have long regarded it as a flood and beast to avoid it. How could they believe that there is such a scene? Many people just feel that the whole world has collapsed. Just as everything around them fades into the eyes of both of them, a hearty laughter came from outside the valley:

"Donghua, you're finally here."

"Good guy, how long has it been in the late stage of the Nascent Soul stage. Feng feels guilty!"

The laughter just came to my ears, and the dragon and tiger walking in Fengjiuling walked into the room."

Zhang Fan sighed in a voice that only two people could hear, turned around and smiled, "Master Feng, are you okay?"

"Not bad"

Feng Jiuling waved his hand and said casually. He seemed to be dissatisfied with such politeness. He patted Zhang Fan on the shoulder directly, and a complex look flashed in his eyes and felt very emotional.

The descendants of the disciples who were valued in the past were just a young monk in the foundation-building stage. Now, they are already standing on the same height as him. It would be completely impossible to say that they have no feelings.

Zhang Fan laughed and accepted it. In the current Dharma Xiang Sect, except for his grandfather, only Fengjiuling is qualified to do so.

As he turned his eyes, he saw a burly man smiling bitterly behind Fengjiuling.

Fengjiuling was too powerful, and she laughed loudly. Her style covered everything, which made Zhang Fan not notice this nine-foot-high man.

It was said that it was a "big man" because of his body shape. When his eyes turned on him, it was not difficult to see the childishness on his face. It was obviously just a child.

This is just a manifestation, and the blood and energy in his body are as bright as candlelight in the dark night, which cannot be ignored.

That's fine, but what attracted Zhang Fan's attention was the shape of a scar-shaped eye on the child's forehead.

It seemed to be different from the men he saw in this cyclonic valley.

"Um?"

"So it's the Spirit Eye Clan!"

Zhang Fan's eyes were paired with the brilliance from the scar-shaped eyes, and then suddenly realized.

After all, the children in the valley were too weak to see anything. In the long river of history, various alien races were buried in the dust, and those with vertical pupils were even more unknown. He didn't even associate them together for a while.

The young man in front of me is different.

Perhaps it was due to his strength, and he was paired with his vertical pupils. Zhang Fan's eyes suddenly had illusions, and then outside his body, he seemed to feel the pressure that was comparable to the illusion.

For example, the illusion in the eyes is a volcanic eruption, and the body will also feel the burning and violent, hidden sulfur aura.

This power that is between reality and reality and transforms at any time suddenly awakened Zhang Fan's memory.

"Spiritual Eye Clan!"

"The vertical pupil on the forehead is only a man. When he is an adult, he will see it in his day. He can produce water, wind and fire, derivate the creation of heaven and earth, and use the magical powers of immortals and Taoism.

"The power of the vertical pupils is self-contained, and the feet are inseparable. Since there is infinite power and strong body, it is not inferior to the giants. It is the wonder of the creation of heaven and earth and the mystery of the human race."

"No wonder there are many praises in the classics about their spiritual eye clan. Today I see it myself, it is extraordinary. If it is not for the lower population, the few in the clan have the qualifications to cultivate immortals, and no matter how strong they are, they cannot live forever, and I am afraid they can become a strong clan in heaven and earth."

When paired with the vertical pupil, Zhang Fan's thoughts came one after another, but he was not affected by the pupil force at all. But he was just a little bit touched.

It is impossible to directly affect the top late-stage Nascent Soul powerhouse like him, the entire Spirit Eye Clan will work together!

There was almost no delay in a moment, Zhang Fan suddenly frowned and said to himself: "What a familiar breath

After a closer look, his face changed suddenly, and he asked in a deep voice: "Senior Brother Kuanglong?"

It is the Faxiang Sect, the Crazy Dragon Real Man Child

The real man of Kuanglong is Tong Yue, and the crazy dragon attacks the net in his hand is fierce and has fought side by side with Zhang Fan. His breath is absolutely unreasonable.

Thinking about what Zhu Jiuxiao said before coming here, Zhang Fan's heart sank.

"Junior Brother Zhang."

The bitter smile on the young man's face became stronger and he nodded.

"Tong Yue's body was destroyed, and only the Nascent Soul barely escaped, but it was a blessing in disguise."

Feng Jiuling pulled his hand back from Zhang Fan's shoulder and sighed: "This body is a rare spiritual eye clan with the physique of cultivating immortals. With Tong Yue's experience and the natural magical powers of this body, it is possible to be a blessing in disguise and break through to Kuang Ju."

"If there is a choice, who is willing to give up using the body that has been fully in line with the soul for hundreds of years?"

Zhang Fan didn't say anything on his face, but sighed in his heart.

The body of the Crazy Dragon Master may be powerful. However, without a hundred years of training, it is probably impossible to reach the level of the original body at all. In addition, it takes less than two or three hundred years to re-cultivate.

After thinking about it, he asked in a deep voice: "Senior Brother Yan, who did it?"

As soon as he spoke, the invisible murderous aura surged. In any case, when King Bai Bat was chasing him, the Kuanglong Zhenren also helped him. This kind of favor alone was enough to make Zhang Fan want to avenge him.

He asked again tightly: "The Yellow Dragon of Earth? The Eight-Armed Demon God?"

Apart from these two people, although the northern border is large, not many people can do this.

The Crazy Dragon True Man was sad and said, "It's the Eight-Armed Demon God."

"The Yellow Dragon Lord of the Earth has guarded me. Over the past few days, I have never really hurt anyone. Even if I use all my strength, I will not be able to hurt him. It is like a barrier." "The eight-armed demon god is attacking, and each of them holds a magical treasure, and it is extremely powerful and evil. Over the past few days, there are not less than a dozen of Yuanying True People who have fallen in his hands."

Speaking of this, the Kuanglong Zhenren paused and said with a worried look on his face: "Junior brother, be careful, the strength of the eight-armed demon god descending is definitely more than 30%. Don't ignore it easily.

"I know."

Zhang Fan solemnly led the leader and responded, and he knew in his heart. His purpose was known to the Kuanglong Zhenren. This was for his concern and a reminder.

After a few reminiscing words, a laugh with the sound of gold and iron fighting came from afar.

"Brother Zhang. When I parted, I said that when I met again, I would definitely plan to get drunk together. Today is the right time."

He stepped forward, his sharpness showed his aura, rolled up flying sand and stones, and turned into powder close to him, and he walked out with great confidence, making Zhang Fan's eyes, and he was also an acquaintance.

The man was so majestic that he had dozens of long swords around his back, and he was like a peacock in the shape of an open screen, and was held behind him.

Every sword on this iron sword screen is entangled with evil spirits, and its blood erodes, either turning green or dark red. I don’t know how many people’s blood has been drunk.

"Youzhou Xuantian Gate, the real person of the Divine Soldier!"

Zhang Fan smiled slightly and looked at the person approaching.

This person was also the real person of the divine weapon who sent Jiuzhou to Qinzhou that year and represented the northern states to join the three sects of Qinzhou.

What I saw back then seemed to be a very pompous monk who was very generous and enjoying, but now he is striding forward, but he is full of golden swords and iron horses. I think this is the true face of the real person of the divine weapon.

The real man of the Divine Soldier stepped forward, and took out an exquisite and small wine pot from his arms, leaning towards the sky.

Like the Milky Way hanging upside down, a wine spring poured down and into its mouth, the rich aroma of wine dispersed, and countless sounds of swallowing saliva sounded in the circular valley.

After a short while the whale swallowed, the real man of the Divine Soldier shouted "Good" and threw it in his hand. The wine pot made an arc in the air and flew over.

"Qiankun Pot?"

Zhang Fan smiled casually and took it over.

The Xuantian Gate of Youzhou is based on the cultivation world with its instruments. This small Qiankun pot also has a unique beauty, not inferior to his green jade gourd.

After he had finished drinking, the Divine Bing Zhenren was approaching. He stood side by side with Zhang Fan, gestured with great grace to Fengjiuling and others, and then sighed: "Brother Zhang, you are finally here."

“Is the situation serious?”

Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows and said lightly.

Of course he knew that the situation was definitely not easy.

"If I hadn't been oppressed so badly, why would I put the place where I was in contact?"

"As soon as the network teleported here, they rushed over one by one, especially the real person of the Divine Soldiers, who clearly came down from the battlefield, and still had a solemn and murderous aura. It was obvious that I was afraid that I would just walk out rashly, be observed by others, and lose the effect of the surprise weapon."

Zhang Fan knew all these things, but it was not convenient to speak out. He then asked, "When will the war start?"

"War?" The real man of the Divine Weapon smiled bitterly, "A small fight for three days. A midnight fight for five days and a big fight for ten days. The friction is constantly going on every day, and people are falling from time to time."

Immediately, he said seriously: "Three days later, there will be the flag of tying. At that time, the masked girl of the Yellow Dragon on the Earth and the Eight-Armed Demon God will appear!"

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