...The grass is yellow... The lush grass is usually lush, "there are many herders, who are back and forth to collect the moon. The hot work cannot cover up the worry on their faces, and from time to time, sighing to the sky.

This is to accumulate grass to survive the severe winter. Every twelfth month of winter, snow falls all over the sky, the cold and cold are bone-free, and the plants and trees are also withered. This is called a white disaster, which is the most difficult to endure.

There are many old people on the grassland, and they are used to looking at the sky. They have long predicted that this year will be a rare white disaster in fifty years. I don’t know how many people and animals will be frozen to death. The current practice is just to talk about people and things.

How do people fight against the sky?!

What the herders who were worried about being busy at Zhongzhong never noticed was that on a small hill in the distance, a man in green seemed to be waiting for something, looking at them working boredly.

"Old man, it seems that this year will not be a good year."

Zhang Fan sighed.

"Is it a good year for you? You should concentrate on waiting for your big fish!"

The voice of the angrily audacity sounded, and he was obviously not satisfied with the distraction he was still at this time.

"The net has been scattered, but I'm waiting for the fish. What's there to concentrate on?"

Zhang Fan smiled casually, regardless of the withered and yellow grass below, sat on the ground and looked up at the sky.

Although the Taoist Ku had his own body, he had never been far away. During the past ten years, he either stayed on the Dongyang Peak of the Dharma Xiang Sect or regarded the Bodhi Garden as his home and walked with Zhang Fan.

According to him, it is embarrassing to go out before he has recovered his old cultivation level.

According to Zhang Fan's opinion, it was clearly the old man who was reborn once, and he was extremely cautious of his life. He would not plan to take risks unless he could compete in the world.

He doesn't have that, and he understands the realm and understands it clearly, and the rest is nothing more than watering time.

Zhang Fan estimated that at most a hundred years of hard work, he could restore his old view and become the peerless powerful man in the world again.

"How is it? You've gained a lot this time. I said, who can survive in such a situation is not a stunning and beautiful person, and you have some skills in your family."

"That's right?"

The slightly proud voice of Taoist Ku rang out again.

Some time ago, according to his old man's idea, Zhang Fan exchanged for the final work of not participating in the battle of Tianhan Grassland and replacing Zhu Jiuxiao with the conditions to leave his housekeeper.

This is something that ordinary masters can’t do. It’s not difficult to do it if they are truly top masters.

However, over the past few days, relying on the countless spiritual senses of the Ku Taoist, most of the fish that escaped the net were surrendered. There were not many good things that moved him. Only the last big fish was left, which was also his main goal.

After pondering for a while, Zhang Fan looked at the big fish before he even entered the net, and continued to ask: "Old Ku, what kind of magical power is the "Qi-seeking technique. Is it worthy of your boss' strong recommendation?"

"Does what you want be lucky?"

Until the last goal left, Ximen Shangtang, the Kudao people revealed the biggest purpose of this trip, which was this magical power.

Now, while there is still time, Zhang Fan naturally needs to ask clearly.

"Looking for luck? Do you think of beauty?" The Taoist Ku sneered at his nose: "The technique of looking for energy is to look for spiritual energy, not luck."

Seeing Zhang Fan showing disapproval, he continued: "The world is so great, magical, magical, and fateful, mysterious and mysterious, and cannot be fully understood. However, the root of the essence, the spiritual energy has traces. Isn't it enough to see spiritual energy?"

Before Zhang Fan could speak, the Ku Taoist continued, "If you learn this qi-seeking technique, at least no one can hide your cultivation in front of you. The depth of the earth will make it difficult to hide the traces of spiritual veins. It can also lead to countless methods. This is because each has its own cleverness. You can study it yourself!"

"Hmph! If it weren't for the great power of this world except Ximen Shangtang, no one could have learned this magical power, I would have wanted to get it to study it."

Hearing the tone of enviousness of Taoist Ku, Zhang Fan smiled and was about to say something, but suddenly his expression moved, looked into the distance, and said leisurely: "Old Ku, it seems that your wish will be realized soon."

A few miles away, one old and one two were like grandparents and grandchildren, flew towards this gradually deserted pasture.

Seeing their anxious appearance, they didn't even care about the shocking world. Under the horror of the herdsmen, they left in the dust.

"Old ancestor, why don't we fly over?"

The person who spoke was a little girl among the old and the young. She was looking at the old man in white who was pulling her to run away with confusion.

The little girl is only in her teens and looks extremely simple, with big watery eyes that are even more able to speak.

If it were normal for the old man in white, he would have stopped to give a detailed answer to the younger generation who valued the most in this clan. Now he had no choice but to answer casually: "The sky is not safe, Xue'er, if you go a hundred miles away, you will leave the territory of Liangzhou. You can fly."

Speaking of this, the old man in white couldn't help but feel sad. He thought that he, the late-stage master of the Nascent Soul stage, and the top powerhouse of Ximen Shangtang, didn't even dare to fly in the air. How embarrassing!

He was also unable to do so. A few days ago, the real person of Yuanying who was left here in Qinzhou suddenly began to capture him on a large scale, and the scope gradually shrank without any worries about alarming the enemy.

He wanted to hide for decades. He was worried about his injuries and then he had to take care of him. He had to take the clan and the sect's last hope, and he fled far away, hoping to escape from Qinzhou before joining the siege."

Perhaps because of the rapid activation of spiritual power, a bright red color suddenly appeared on the face of the old man in white. Although he was immediately suppressed by him, he still couldn't help but cough twice.

"Zhu Jiuxiao!"

"There's one person at last."

The speed did not decrease and his expression remained unchanged, but the old man in white was in a state of ruthlessness.

He never expected that even without using the Zhoutian Star Map, Zhu Jiuxiao's strength was still so strong. He would seriously injure him after fighting fiercely for a day and a night. If the battlefield was not chaotic, he might not have even a chance to escape.

"Old ancestor, ancestor, look where you see"

While thinking about it, the little girl beside her suddenly stretched out her tender white hand and pointed forward and said, "That person looks so strange!"

Indeed, all the way I saw were busy herdsmen. Suddenly, a leisurely man in green sat on the ground, his temperament and expression were incompatible with this environment, and naturally looked strange.

"What?"

The old man in white had a casual glance, but he never thought that when he saw this, his whole body suddenly stopped, his movements stopped, and his face became even more sluggish, and he was indescribably gloomy.

"It's you!"

"Donghua real person."

When the old man in white talked about the word "Zhang Fan", he could hear the kind of gritting his teeth and anyone with ears.

The little girl beside him also closed her mouth tactfully and looked at the two of them with a disgust, not knowing what they were thinking.

"Ximen Zhenren. It's been a long time since I saw you."

Zhang Fan stood up, patted the grass chips stained on his clothes, and bowed.

This Ximen Shangtang was also the first person to speak out during the battle of Houtu Sect.

As the saying goes, luck makes people feel bad. Among the four people who found a difficult situation with him and retreated from the beginning and the beginning and end of the slightest retreat, the two fell on the Tianhan grassland, and the remaining two were about to die at his hands. I wonder if it was considered a retribution or not.

In the thirty years of Hedong and thirty years of Hexi, Ximen Shangtang, who was condescendingly, was tense in front of Zhang Fan, but he was even tense. He even brought his spiritual energy into several peaks in a moment regardless of his serious injuries.

"So it's you!"

"No wonder

As soon as he saw Zhang Fan blocking him, Ximen Shangtang understood what was the purpose of those actions that had almost alarmed the snakes in the past few days.

"Donghua real person, what deep hatred does we have between us?"

"Why do you have to kill all the people?

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Fan suddenly raised his eyebrows and showed a smile.

"boom!"

A thunder broke out in the air, like thousands of swords piercing through the sky, tearing apart the spiritual energy in the sky.

Amid the explosion, thousands of light spots gathered in a radius of several feet, but there were billions of golden needles, densely spreading all over the body. It seemed that in just a blink of an eye, Zhang Fan would be tied into a broken sack.

"Breaking the Evil Golden Needle?"

Zhang Fan smiled casually, as if he had disappeared.

At the same time, with a "brush", the five-color divine light swept across, like ice and snow. Where the divine light passed, the golden needle disappeared.

The Golden Needle of Breaking the Evil, the top-level attack spirit treasure, silently attacked, with great power, one needle into the body, damages the body and soul, and the poison reaches its extreme.

This set of strange magic weapons that are quite silent and soundless, are just a golden needle. If the caster is like the Ximen Shangtang, it can be transformed into billions and cannot be prevented; if the cultivation level is low, it can only hurt people with its body. The difference in power cannot be used. It is a magic weapon with a stronger cultivation level, the stronger its power, and almost endless.

Unfortunately, it encountered the five-colored divine light! Even if it was a strong man like Zhu Jiuxiao and Fengjiuling, he would have to hurry up and break the evil golden needle in front of Zhang Fan, but he could not even survive for a breath.

"Five-colored divine light!"

Ximen Shangtang exclaimed, and his breath seemed a little rapid.

Not only was the breath, but also blood was leaking from his mouth and nose at the same time, as if the previous blow had already shaken his original injury.

Ten years ago, Zhang Fan was already famous in Jiuzhou. He has several unique powerful magical powers. How could there be a reason why Ximen Shangtang has never heard of? It was just a lucky person.

"Zheng Ximen, Zhang came here with something."

As if the previous sneak attack had never happened, Zhang Fan smiled indifferently and continued.

"what would you like?"

The sound of Ximen Shangtang was so bitter that it was about to drip.

"The magical powers of the Qi-Watching Technique and the magical powers."

A sharp look flashed in Zhang Fan's eyes for the first time, and he said, "Please ask Master Ximen to linger in my Faxiang Sect and let Zhang talk about the friendship of the landlord."

"What did you say?.

Ximen Shangtang was furious and shouted in a low voice.

The tiger's old man is in power! The shoal is still proud of the dragon, accompanied by his low shout, and the sky is roaring. Today, the sky seems to be suppressed with his shout.

Faced with such a mighty power, Zhang Fan just smiled indifferently and said, "Although it is not a force, now,"

"You are not my opponent!"

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