Only the wind and the lingering, the clouds and mists are shrouded in

After a moment of war, the mountains are flattened; the ground is sunk and the forest is destroyed.

Originally, the land of a forest and spring turned into scorched earth everywhere. The disordered spiritual energy never dissipated for a long time and turned into a strong wind, sobbing and echoing in this empty area.

Zhang Fan closed his eyes, as if he had entered a void. What no one knew was that under his sleeve, one of his hands was always holding the nine-fire dragon ball that had faded away from the red, and his heart kept calling. The faint spark was as though it had not yet escaped from the scene before the Hai.

Suddenly, a soft and warm hand was in the empty hand, like a naughty fish, burrowing into the palm.

"Xiruo!"

Zhang Fan opened his eyes and looked back. He saw Xiruo smiling gently. The tricky little witch was no longer there. There was only heartache, pity, comfort, and companionship."

I personally think he has taken a big advantage, maybe only the woman beside me can feel the regret and pain!

Subconsciously, she held her little hand back. Feeling the temperature and softness in her palm, she suddenly felt a sense of peace of mind, as if the temperature comforted loneliness and softened the wound.

"call.

Looking at the distant sky, the beauty beside her, Zhang Fan exhaled a long breath, as if he had vomited all his heart and felt as if he had made some decisions in his heart.

At this time, everyone had come back to their senses and nodded to him solemnly. They stood up and soared into the air and flew towards the Phantom Demonic Path Mountain Gate.

The super perception told him that in those polite actions that seemed to be without any different, there was respect, admiration, and sigh,

If it were on weekdays, Zhang Fan would definitely be excited about the importance of these powerful people representing the highest power in Qinzhou, and even looked up to them. Even if they were not reflected on them, they would definitely be secretly happy.

But at this moment, he had no idea and no mood. All he thought about was to break the elixir and become a baby, and to take revenge. He resurrected the bitter old man, and only these three things were the only things.

"Donghua!"

The Jiutian Zhenren Fengjiuling did not leave, but came to Zhang Fan, stood side by side with him, and said carefully: "Donghua, since you have made a three-year agreement with the madman Yuan before everyone, there is no reason to go back on your word."

"Um!"

Zhang Fan nodded when he heard this. This is natural. If he made a big statement first and then regretted it, it would become the biggest laughing stock among the Nascent Soul True Person, and the Faxiang Sect was also humiliated.

He had no intention of remorse and forced the earth to seize the little earthly fetus. In addition to eye-for-eye and tooth-for-tit, he also had the original intention of forcing him to come.

It seems that this is not needed for the character of Dijiu Lianhuan, but he still does this just to prevent accidents. He will definitely kill this person! If he does not prepare for it, he will avoid fighting at that time, but he will not be able to find him.

"That's good!"

Fengjiuling seemed to have made some decision. Then he said, "Go back to the mountain, don't delay it for a moment. I will talk to Zhu Lao Monster. My Faxiang Sect will provide you with all your strength, so that you can enter the mid-stage realm within three years!"

When he said this, Feng Jiuling subconsciously brought out a sound of cooling air. Perhaps he still didn't know it, but it was not difficult to know how distressed he felt.

How can you not feel sorry?

It is possible, but difficult to spread a cultivator in the early stage of Nascent Soul to a state of level, reaching the mid-stage of Nascent Soul that is equal to the nine series of hatreds.

It is a mountain-like resource, an endless amount of spiritual objects. If it falls into the hands of a suitable person, it may be used to build a sect, and there will be no big problem.

Fengjiuling dared to make such a promise, one was to protect the calf. He always regarded Zhang Fan as a child of the same lineage; the other was that Zhang Fan had just made great contributions, and the corpse abandoned the sects and sects was enough to shut up all the people in the sects, including Zhu Jiuxiao.

Zhang Fan naturally understood his meaning.

He clearly saw that Zhang Fan was not qualified to act on the same level as Yuan Tianxin, a slightest figure in Fengjiuling.

Although he was not very clear about the reason for the previous result, at least one thing is certain. It was with the help of external forces.

Such a powerful external force exploded instantly and prevented the real person from skeleton holding the Shura Banner to take action. What is that? How could there be more of such things?

In his opinion, if it happens again, Zhang Fan, who has no trump card in his hand, will undoubtedly die.

Unless you pile Zhang Fan into the middle stage of the Nascent Soul within three years, although the foundation will be unstable and consume a lot of money, it will not be conducive to future development. In order to save your life, you will not care about so much.

Also in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, even if Yuan Tianxin has the help of ancient Qizhen, Zhang Fan may not be afraid of him. At least he has the power to compete. With the attention of the real people in Jiuzhou, it is not impossible to win him in battle.

On one side is Jiuyou and on the other side is Tianting. Everyone knows how to choose, so Fengjiuling is like this.

As soon as he finished speaking, he didn't even wait, and directly reached out to pull Zhang Fan's sleeve. Seeing him coming, three years were too nervous to prevent accidents, he could be one day earlier, just one day earlier.

I never thought that this pull would cause a lot of empty space.

"Um?.

"Donghua, don't worry

Feng Jiuling was stunned for a moment, then reacted and quickly explained. Obviously, he had misunderstood something, thinking that Erzhan didn't want to make things difficult for him, or did not want to increase the sect's losses. After all, the battle in Qinzhou is a prelude to the scene, and it is also a hundred years of closure of the mountains. It is the time when the sect's resources are most scarce.

Before he finished speaking, he saw Zhang Fan shook his head firmly and interrupted: "Disciple thanked the ancestor for his kindness!"

Perhaps it was the first time that Zhang Fan gave the disciple ceremony in full, and then continued: "Master Feng, in the past three years, the disciples will travel all over the world and realize nature, and in order to go further, there is no need to waste it."

"Hairy"

"Don't worry, Master!"

Zhang Fan took a deep breath and said, "Disciple has made up his mind!"

"Master Feng, believe me, in three years, I will win!"

I will win, I will win,

It seems like the echo of the empty valley, the four decisive words are the sound of metal and stone, and the meaning is clear and determined. That is absolute confidence and 10% sure.

"All right!"

Feng Jiuling sighed and finally refused to persuade him. He patted his shoulder, then added: "If you have any accidents, remember to repay the sect. I haven't been tiring for several years. I can't say that, let's learn about my juniors' skills!"

After saying that, he felt a little embarrassed. He flashed, turned into a stream of light, and shot towards the mountain gate of the Fantasy Demon Path.

“Master Feng”

Zhang Fan couldn't help but smile. What he meant. Zhang Fan didn't understand.

It’s nothing more than time when time is approaching. If you are not sure, don’t show off. Tell him. He is ready to take the blame for the world and kill Yuan Tianxin, the nine-single-long series of hatred.

At that time, it was not that Zhang Fan would not fight, but that the other party had broken the agreement.

Such a method cannot be put on the table. Let’s not talk about whether it can be successful or not. How much risk is there? How many discerning people in the world can be hidden from anyone?

In this way, it is clear that Zhang Fan is the only one who is safe and famous, and even the Faxiang Sect.

Although Zhang Fan would not do this, he must remember this intention in his heart.

At this time, he truly regarded Fengjiuling as an elder who had inherited the lineage of his master.

Walking in Fengjiu Ridge. In the vast world, among the whimpering wind in the sky, only Zhang Fan and Xiruo held hands, watching the sunset slowly being replaced by the starry sky, the cold starlight sprinkled on their bodies, and a hint of coolness penetrated.

The beautiful scenery is accompanied by stars and moons, and it takes a long time to speak silently. At this time, silence is better than sound.

"Xiruo, I want you to wait again."

A sigh, there is love and apology. There is indescribable meaning, the word "wait" means everything you have to look back for a hundred years.

"If you want me to wait, I will wait!"

Xiruo still smiled, as if very satisfied and happy. Although she seemed to have crystal clear eyes, even if she didn’t know what she was waiting for, as long as she knew who she was waiting for! That was enough!

At this moment, all the willfulness faded away. All the eccentrics were no longer there. The conversation and laughter of those back then seemed to be in a dream. All that was left was as pure as water, and only Zhang Fan could see was pure.

An irresistible tenderness surged, and Zhang Fan reached out and stroked Xiruo's beautiful hair, his jade-like face, wiped the pair of autumn water, wiped away the pearls and rain, and finally slid down, holding Rouyi. He pecked gently at the edge of his mouth.

The Yunyu in Wushan a hundred years ago was not as good as the gentle kiss in the hearts of the two people who were snuggling each other a hundred years ago. It seemed that their hearts suddenly approached.

A night of whispering and chattering, reminding the family affairs one by one, as if the husband who left home was explaining to his wife. This was the first time that Zhang Fan and Xiruo had such a warm feeling.

The night is as cool as water, the stars and wind are as mist, and the fog hides the stars. The clouds cover the bright moon, unknowingly, as if only a moment, the eastern sky opens the stars to leaps through the sky, and even the fish belly turns white, reflecting the sky.

The time of being alone, the beautiful time is just like the colorful clouds that can easily dissipate. It always passes in a flash.

When the rising sun rises, the seven-colored lakes under your feet are reappearing. When the beauty and magnificence are reappearing, there is only a woman in white, washing her foot on the lakeside alone. Looking at the northern sky, there seems to be hope for remembrance.

"And the heaven and earth are furnaces, and creation is craftsmanship; yin and yang are charcoal, and all things are copper; if the news is dispersed, how can there be constant? There is no end in the future. Suddenly, when you become a human being, how can you be empty? If you turn into a foreign object, what can you be troubled?"

Vaguely, there seemed to be a majestic and desolate singing. It floated with the breeze and left with the vague traces of people.

Sorrow but not sad, sorrow but not hurt, as if you are constantly telling the impermanence of life, many gatherings and separations, and emptiness is useless, and challenges the future alone.

"Xiruo!"

"I will walk the Nascent Soul Road, and when the road is over, it will be my return date!"

The singing sounded in my ears, and Zhang Fan's words echoed out of his heart before leaving, and it never dispersed for a long time.

"Xiruo will wait for you, wait for you, and take Youyou. Wait for you to come back together.

I sighed quietly and stood up. Suddenly, there were water droplets like broken lines and pearls dripping into the lake.
Chapter completed!