The man in green was stunned. His expression changed on his face, and the coldness and sorrow faded away, as if time had gone back. Back more than a hundred years ago, outside the market of Faxiangzong, this person seemed to have said the same thing.

"Senior Brother Zhang, don't be fine!"

The man in blue had some bitterness in his mouth.

One Han Zombie! This man in blue is Han Jue, who was not valued by the Faxiang Sect when he knelt on the ground and begged hard outside the mountain gate before he was able to get started.

When the Qinzhou War was opened and the underground White Bone City was invaded, Han Jue, who was already a foundation-building monk, met Zhang Fan. He left Qinzhou and rushed overseas. More than a hundred years have passed. He always thought that he had forgotten everything that had been back then, but when Zhang Fan appeared in front of him, everything in the past came like a tide.

Looking at this person, people once made him extremely cautious and envious. When he was a teenager, he was so unattainable. Compared with himself who kept his low profile and was low-key and silent, he was so glorious.

No one knows that Zhang Fan is actually a nightmare existence in Han Jue's eyes.

With countless opportunities in more than a hundred years, Han Jue once thought that if he had the fate to see him again, even if he had never crossed the mountains of the past, he could at least look at him in a right way.

However, when this scene really happened, he found that he was very wrong!

The gap between the two sides is not only not narrowed, but is getting further and further away and more unattainable.

The bitterness in Fu Jue's heart is simply indescribable. Zhang Fan himself did not mention it. As soon as he met, he found that his efforts and pride over the years were even worse than the other party's mount and spirit beast!

What a sadness this is!

What he didn't know was that at this moment, Zhang Fan's heart was filled with emotion.

When he was a teenager, Zhang Fan felt that Han Zang was very similar to him, with poor qualifications, and had unattainable strengths in the Dharma aspect, and even in his mind and nature, it was also in line with this cruel world of immortal cultivation.

Today we meet again. With his cultivation level, we can see at first sight that Han Zon is already at the peak of the Killing Pill. It is only one step away from the great success of the Nascent Soul. The distance between a layer of membrane.

The ordinary disciples who were indifferent to each other in the past and regarded them as grass have now reached the realm that many of the high-ranking core disciples looked up to.

Break and wait to become a butterfly!

Of course, for Zhang Fan, Han Zon, let alone Jiedan Ganfeng, even if it is a real Yuanying master, will not be in his eyes, but he will only feel something occasionally.

At this moment, dozens of magic weapons roared through the air, tearing the air all over the sky, making a shrill sound of "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Zhang Fan even didn't even want to see what magic weapons were there, but just frowned slightly and said with a sharp look: "Noisy!"

After the words fell, he reached out and waved it out like a fly. The five-colored divine light suddenly burst out, and it passed by only three times.

"brush!"

Dozens of magic weapons were brushed down in one stroke, and all of them were missing.

He shrank his hand and rolled his sleeves, dozens of figures screamed as he was absorbed into the boundless darkness by the strong wind.

There is no power to fight back!

"Bang!"

Zhang Fan shook his sleeves casually, and a ball of blood mist sprayed out, and a bright red spread in a fan shape on the withered yellow ground.

Except for the old man who shouted loudly before and called Han Zon as "Han Lao Demon" and was obviously the leader, the rest of the people were completely confused.

That old man was just a short while at night.

From beginning to end, Zhang Fan never looked at these people, and he always stared at the old friend Han Jue, who happened to meet, with just a palm slowly pressing on the old man's head.

Han Zon might not be able to see the black light between his fingers. The old man with a look of horror and disbelief was clearly aware of it.

Although I don’t know what Zhang Fan wants to do, the coldness that emerged from the bottom of my heart still made the old man scream at the first time:

"Go ahead and give me a chance!"

In a panic, his voice seemed sharp and out of tune, and it was indescribable, but he was completely unaware of it.

Zhang Fan ignored him and pressed his palms firmly on the old man's head. In an instant, the black light was shattered and searched the soul!

After a moment, he withdrew his palm, and the old man in yellow fell softly to the ground, all his vitality dissipated, and the final twitched. It was just the instinct of the body, which stopped immediately.

After shaking the soul, Zhang Fan's face became a little wrong. A look of surprise flashed in his eyes when he looked at Han Zon.

Seeing that, Han Jue's muscles twitched constantly, watching the yellow monks who chased him to the sky and the earth easily wiped out the entire army as if they were crushed to death in Zhang Fan's hands. If there was no reaction, it would be a complete joke.

He was not shocked, he was already so cunning enough.

"Soul Search**?"

Han Jue calmed down for a moment, glanced at the dead old man in yellow, and asked tentatively.

Zhang Fan smiled and nodded, and his eyes were still so strange when he looked at him."

Han Jue took a deep breath. A casual cultivator like him who was alone in the world could best understand the horror of Soul Search**. The envy in his eyes could not be concealed.

"Junior Brother Han, what's going on?

Zhang Fan looked around and asked after a smile.

Han Jue naturally knew what he wanted to know. He smiled bitterly and said, "It's a disaster!"

Then, he was told about his pursuit.

The further down

What Han Jue said is true and the result of the soul gained from the old man in yellow. It is indeed not false.

To be honest, he had a good relationship with these yellow-clothed monks, the demon cultivators from the Kurong Island lineage. Even if he was not a friend, he was not an enemy.

At least in the memory of this old man in yellow, the two also had a friendship between a deskmate and a banquet.

However, all of this was completely destroyed after several times when Han Zon and Ku Rong Island explored the mysterious place together, and after various ruins, they turned against each other and killed each other. They lasted for a while.

Speaking of which, both sides felt reasonable and felt very wronged.

In fact, it is very simple. Han Zon and they are exploring the ruins and working with others. This is really normal for the casual cultivator.

What is abnormal is that as long as there is Han Zombie among his peers, there is only one final result.

That is, Han Zon survived, got the treasure, and the rest of the people, etc., would not survive.

After several adventures related to Kurong Island, none of them survived except Han Zon.

This result is that there will be a ghost if the other party is not angry.

It would be fine once, after all, this kind of danger was already under the precautions. What about twice? What about three times?

Once or twice, it was a coincidence. Once or twice, it was too many times. In the eyes of monks from Kurong Island, it was undoubtedly Han Zan who killed someone and seized the treasure. He did so blatantly and slapped the face naked. Is it tolerable?

Han Jue was so unfair. He obviously did nothing, even if someone died at his hands, the other party would do it first. He couldn't just slap his neck, right? He didn't say anything more than a single sentence, so there was a previous scene.

After explaining, Han Jue smiled bitterly, and Zhang Fan also looked at him in disbelief.

Judging from the inside and outside of Han Zombie, this scene did not only happen on Kurong Island. Over the years, Han Jue has traveled all over the world and has not stayed in each place for a long time. Most of the reasons are because of this.

"Huanxing!"

After a long time, Zhang Fan withdrew his gaze and gave a secret comment in his heart.

This Han Zon is a real disaster star. Wherever he passes, people are overwhelmed by horses, and no one is walking with him. He is the only one, returning home with a full load.

For a moment, I didn’t know if I should envy him or sigh for it?

After these words, the atmosphere between Han Jue and Zhang Fan became harmonious. The two chatted like old friends for a few goodbyes.

Zhang Fan would treat him like this, but it was not just because he met an old friend in a foreign land, but because of a reminder from that year.

When he was about to rush into the Faxiangzong market and rescue his grandfather trapped in it, Han Jue reminded him of a weak prescription. Perhaps Han Zhan had already forgotten everything in his heart. But as soon as he met, this favor emerged from Zhang Fan's memory again.

"Junior Brother Han, where do you want to go in the future? Do you want to return to the sect? You can protect me for me!"

After chatting, Zhang Fan smiled slightly and said something like this.

The Faxiang Sect has been sealed for a hundred years, and there are many disciples who are wandering outside, but not many later can return to the wall.

There are reasons why most of them fell or were like Han Jue, and there are also factors that suspect that they have come into contact with other forces over the years and come back to be spies.

Of course, with Zhang Dan as a guarantee, everything is not a problem.

Hearing what he said, Han Zon felt a moment of heartbeat and immediately returned to calm.

When Zhang Fan saw his expression, he knew his decision and sighed secretly, but did not persuade him.

After all, Han Jue is not doing well in the sect. If the sect has a relationship, it is probably not possible. Over the years, he has been doing well as a casual cultivator and returned to his sect's heart, so he naturally became weak.

Sure enough, after a moment of silence, Han Jue raised his head and said calmly: "Senior Brother Zhang, I am used to being a family in the world. I am afraid I can't stand the constraints of the sect. The sky is vast and the earth is vast, where can I accommodate myself?"

"Han plans to go east again and see what it looks like at the edge of the endless sea, or even Han's chances are not sure."

Zhang Fan could understand his thoughts, and with the grace of the past, he no longer had the intention of forcing him.

In fact, when he really said that, he was relieved when he heard this answer, at least he didn't have to turn around and remind his disciples to stay away from him and remember not to walk with him.

After understanding Han Jue's experience, Zhang Fan was still scared of his lethality. He was lucky enough to be in his body and was not afraid of this. "The baby daughter and apprentice did not have this ability.

"Junior Brother Han, go! Don't take the matter of Kurong Island to heart. They won't come to find you again."

Zhang Fan smiled slightly, explaining his purpose.

"Then I would like to thank my senior brother. I have said goodbye, and there will be a date later."

After saluting a little respectfully, Han Jue turned around and flew out of Kurong Island. He now knew that Zhang Fan was coming to trouble the Kurong Ancestor. Naturally, he didn't dare to stay here for a long time. It was not fun to harm the fish in the pond.

After watching his back disappear, Zhang Fan's gaze retracted and suddenly condensed on the thick fog in Changchun Valley, as if there was any substance, he was about to penetrate the thick fog.
Chapter completed!