Zhang "Uncle Tong, Uncle Tong, you are still happy. You can encounter such things! In front of the Huangyu Dan Cauldron, Zhang Fan looked amused and crying, and he didn't know what to say...

Shutong had reached this level and was auspicious. The problem is that if he had been like this, Zhang Fan would be in trouble.

He was not awake for a day, and I would not know the clues about the Fusang tree for a day. The opportunity to transform into a god seems to have to save him." Zhang Fan shook his head, poked out his hand, and his palm was facing Shutong.

While he pondered, Shutong kept murmuring, either fearing and trembling, begging for mercy, or secret alchemy recipes, as if these two were the whole world. "It seems that to awaken him, we must also fall into this!"

Zhang Fan smiled slightly, and suddenly the place where Gong Hong was facing Shutong was facing the sky, and it was covered with golden light. "Scream!" shouted loudly, but the show started.

Immediately, Fu Zhuan appeared one by one in the golden light in the palm of his palm, and countless mysterious and complex combinations flocked into Shu Tong's body.

At the same time, each elixir recipe and a secret method of alchemy, from the monarch, minister, and assistant, there are masters of the fire and the opportunity to weigh the pros and cons, and constantly emerge from Zhang Fan's mouth.

Every time Zhang Fan sounded, a talisman flashed in the golden light, as if it was echoing.

Gradually, there were roaring in the huge elixir room. If thousands of disciples responded in unison, recited and shook the world, as if they were about to overturn the entire elixir room.

Under the submerged talismans and countless alchemy methods, Shutong, who has been trembling since his appearance, has slowly calmed down.

At this time, Shutong seemed to suddenly enter the warm room from the ice and snow, trembling and bloody appearance on his face.

His lips were slightly open and closed. If he looked closely, he could not find that if he made a sound, he would be illuminated with Zhang Fan's recitation, which was a secret method of alchemy.

Immersed in it, Shutong seemed to have forgotten everything, and gradually stood up from the corner of the top jade dan cauldron and slowly straightened his back.

Not only that, as time went by, the voice in his mouth became louder and his eyes became brighter. The cowardly expression of rats was replaced by a kind of light, full of confidence in his mastery. "Okay!" "It's really good!" Seeing this, a bright color suddenly flashed in Zhang Fan's eyes.

Only in this way did Shutong truly have the style of a master of alchemy, immersed in the alchemy that he had been studying throughout his life, and indeed made him forget everything.

As time went by, as Shu Tong's eyes became brighter, the content in Zhang Fan's mouth gradually changed. The same insight of the secret method of alchemy, this time he heard Shu Tong's ears, and another "double pair one by one~" Shu Tong paused for a moment and opened his mouth with difficulty. Zhang Fan seemed to have ignored him and continued to speak on his own.

If there are outsiders present at this time, they will find that every pause is when Shu Tong frowned. The situation of the moment appears more and more frequently, as if two musical hands are sitting and discussing. The player intentionally leaves a flaw, and the listener points out without hesitation. "The holy is indeed the old one!" Zhang Fan exclaimed secretly.

During this whole process, every time he deliberately left a flaw, he did not let his uncle notice it immediately through even a slight hesitation.

What's even more terrifying is that sometimes he doesn't show any flaws, and Shutong still shows frowning and dissatisfaction, but it's not that intense.

At this time, Shu Tong naturally could not have the problem of falsification. Such performance can only prove that his alchemy cultivation is indeed more than Zhang Fan.

"No, no, no, no!"

"Wrong... I'm wrong here, I'm wrong again... Zhang Fan's frequency of spitting out the alchemy method is getting higher and higher, and Shu Tong seems to be more and more irritable. While muttering something, he is circling around the Yellow Poison Pill Cauldron with his hands behind his back.

Looking at his appearance, it was like a teacher who was evaluating his own disciples. It was like a pain like a soulmate who had just found a soulmate but found that the other party was in a mess. Just as he was about to be unable to bear it, Zhang Fan suddenly stopped. "You one by one, you one by one," "Why don't you continue? Shu Tong raised his head for the first time and looked at Zhang Fan with a blank look in his eyes, muttering.

Zhang Fan looked at him and saw that the clear expression in his eyes was rapidly moving. The cowardly fear began to look up again and quickly shouted: "Who are you? Can you tell me right or wrong?"

This loud shout was heard, and Zhang Fan used a huge amount of strength invisibly, echoing with a loud bang, just like the thunder of spring, and the world awakened in the cold winter. "Who am I?"

Shutong seemed to be stunned by the sound, and seemed to be surrounded by Zhang Fan's questions. He was always in place, confused. "Who am I? Can you say right or wrong?" "How do I know if it's right or aluminum?" Who am I? Shutong screamed in pain, hugged his head with both hands, and squatted down deeply. He grabbed his hands desperately on a single silver hair, as if a head was about to become violent. In the past countless years, Shutong himself was blocked here, and his heart was full of fear and cowardice, and everything else seemed to not exist.

If this situation continues, one day, this half of the soul will only be left with pure fear, and the rest will be swallowed.

If this is the case, let alone Zhang Fan is here, even if the Daluo Golden Immortal descends to earth, there is nothing he can do about it.

"Fortunately, one by one"

"It seems that my luck is still good."

It was precisely with this idea that Zhang Fan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw Shutong's reaction.

"Uncle Tong!"

"Uncle Yiyi ~"

When Shutong's pain reached its limit, Brother Zhang's voice suddenly came into his ears like a rain.

Especially in the last sentence, the sound suddenly became very penetrating, as if it penetrated his eardrums and soul, and directly imprinted the word "Shutong" into his soul.

During the whole process, the golden light shrouded on Shu Tong's soul in Zhang Fan's hand suddenly became richer, and he had already moved with the unique branding power of the "Evil-breaking Golden Seal".

If such a method is used, an outsider who has nothing to do with Shu Tong will have the illusion that he is Shu Tong, as if Shu Tong himself.

"I'm one by one"

Shutong's soul suddenly stiffened.

“I am Yiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyi

In his eyes, something seemed to be hanging between his eyes, attracting his gaze and gradually gaining focal length.

"I am Uncle!"

Suddenly, the person in the Huangyu Dan Cauldron was completely different.

The divine light in his eyes was clear and clear; his waist was straight, and his invisible breath was shaking; his temperament changed like Yue Rucha, which was the unique pride of those who stood at the peak in a certain field! "I am Shutong!" "Alchemy Shutong!" Hahaha~~~~ ■ Shutong smiled long, with a shrill voice, and it was like crying, as if he wanted to "boom all the depression~"

The momentum that had been accumulated for countless years erupted instantly, and the Huangyu Dan Cauldron was violent. The entire Dan Room was pushed down by a rolling air wave that erupted from the center, and everything turned into a mess...?" Zhang Fan flew back and reappeared, with a hundred feet away, with a look of surprise in his eyes. His eyes paused at the back that was standing in the dust all over the sky, and then looked at the sky

At the cracked alchemist dome above the head, clouds penetrated into countless cracks, as if this alchemist was built under the deep sea, and once it broke, the sea water was lured into it. "The Spiritual Forbidden in the Thousand Years?" Zhang Fan frowned and felt everything outside.

Now he just entered the consciousness and placed it in the stone tablet of the mansion. There is an illusory world. However, with his cultivation, this stone tablet of the mansion is not enough to isolate his perception of the outside world without anyone controlling it.

The moment Shutong woke up, Zhang Fan clearly felt that the whole place seemed to have become solid in an instant, and countless restrictions based on clouds burst out and all suppressed them.

In this way, the entire island was awakened and blocked, and the Xu energy of the ten thousand-year-old spiritual forbidden erupted at one point, locking the throat. If you want to leave, a contest is inevitable. "Then come!"

The worry in Zhang Fan's eyes gradually faded. Since things have come to this point, the water comes from the soil, and with his nature, he is not ready to think about it at all. "Uncle returns." As soon as his thoughts moved, his eyes regained on the back of the grandmaster's demeanor." "Thousand-year-old spirit ban, thief, are you really able to take action?"

Shutong, who woke up, seemed to have entered a state of selflessness. He ignored Zhang Fan, but instead pointed at him and shouted and scolded. "Boom~~"

The thunderous roar was endless, and the entire pill was suffocated, the world was broken and integrated countless times, and even the unscrupulous yelling and scolding were covered up a lot. "It's really amazing!"

Zhang Fan frowned secretly. What he said was powerful was not Shu Tong, but the ban on the power of the ban on the ban with all his might.

Now he is in the stone tablet of the mansion. The broken elixir and the heaven and earth are just illusions, representing the pressure from the entire mansion tablet of the mansion that appears. The stone tablet of the mansion is still under such pressure. If it is exposed, it can be imagined.

After a moment, Shutong was Shutong after all, and he had no such a strong and unrestrained manner after all, let alone disdainful to the heavens like a corpse abandoned Taoist, and looked down on all living beings. After a moment, he withdrew his hand in disappointment. Shutong turned around, coughed lightly, and said, "Little brother, what do you want?" "Hmm?"

Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows with great interest. He didn't know if he was not good at fake or other pressure, but he easily saw an urgent need in Shutong's eyes.

After pondering for a moment, he turned his hand, and the clouds lingered, and a red light was placed on it. The shadow of the tree was hidden, as if the clouds were cleared to see the sun, and there was a thousand feet of light in an instant." Nine stars perched on the sun!
Chapter completed!