Zhang Fan nodded slightly and did not make too many statements.

However, the Divine Soldier Zhenren was worried and reminded again: "Donghua Zhenren, the eight-armed Demon God is amazing. At that time, you just need to entangle it or temporarily lead it away."

He said this half of the time because Zhang Fan was worried about it, and the other half was for the overall situation.

If Zhang Fan was eager to fight and accidentally fell into the hands of the eight-armed demon god, not only would the battle continue to be corrupt. They and the Qinzhou Zhenren would not be able to continue to cooperate, and then the big thing would be over.

Zhang Fan himself knew this. However, he was afraid that he would not be able to do so.

"As long as I appear in front of the Eight-Armed Demon God, how can he relieve his hatred if he doesn't even care about others and don't crush me to ashes?"

Thinking of the miserable situation of the Eight-Armed Demon God under his hands in the past, Zhang Fan felt that retribution came so quickly. He would definitely not die in three days. Even if the Eight-Armed Demon God chased him to the ends of the earth, he would not let go. It was definitely not a problem of entanglement or a problem of being distracted.

However, there is no need to explain these in detail to the real person of the Divine Soldier.

After pondering for a while, Zhang Fan slowly spoke: "The real person of the Divine Soldier, Zhang has something to do. There are many experts in the northern states. Why are they blocked by the Yellow Dragon and the Eight-Armed Demon God in the Northern Xinjiang?"

If the strength of the northern states is really so poor, how can they stop northern Xinjiang from so many years?

"Brother Zhang doesn't know anything."

The Divine Bing Zhenren smiled bitterly and said, "I don't know what kind of stimulation these alien races in the northern border have been stimulated. This time, they came out in full bloom. None of the old monsters of all races have left, and all of them have come."

"I see."

Zhang Fan gasped and suddenly came over.

The alien races in the northern border have accumulated over countless years. Even if they are poor, as long as they are solid inside, their comprehensive strength cannot be ignored.

Those old monsters joined forces and did not appear on the battlefield. Needless to say, the strong men from the northern states were confronting or fighting somewhere.

"The question is, what makes them pinch together?"

"And why they would give up everything and would definitely enter Kyushu?"

Zhang Fan knew in his heart that human nature was peaceful. Even those who were poor in the northern border had become accustomed to it after so many years of reproduction and had feelings. The actions of breaking a bank and sinking a boat were definitely not without cause.

"What the hell is it?"

He was still pondering, and the real man of the Divine Soldier smiled apologetically. He said, "Brother Zhang is resting here for a few days. After three days, I will come to welcome Brother Dao again and go to the battlefield together."

"The war is urgent. I can't accompany you anymore." After saying that, he bowed his hand and turned around and left in a hurry.

Seeing the back of the Divine Bing Real Man disappearing outside the circular valley, Zhang Fan just withdrew his gaze and looked thoughtful.

After a moment, he asked Fengjiuling: "Zen Feng. What is the special thing about this spiritual eye tribe?"

"You will know this at that time. It's a miracle!"

Fengjiuling showed longing on his face, as if he was immersed in the shock of something.

"Um!"

Zhang Fan nodded and stopped asking.

It is obvious that this Circular Valley must be protected, enough to allow him to exist as a late-stage Nascent Soul powerhouse, to hide from the old monsters who may always monitor the battlefield situation.

I guess it was because of this reason that he was led here.

"Forget it!"

"After three days, we will know."

Zhang Fan immediately let go of these things. With a tight hand, he said to Fengjiuling and Kuanglong Zhenren: "Zen Feng, Kuanglong Senior Brother. I have other important things, so I won't accompany you too much, both of you."

After the speech fell, he turned around and pulled Xiruo toward an empty stone house.

After scanning his spiritual sense, Zhang Fan discovered that the house was newly built, and the tenth one was specially built for him. Even if it was not the case, he was also preparing to occupy the house.

His movements were so fast that a red glow appeared on Xiruo's face and he pulled it into the stone house.

"this

Feng Jiuling asked Cangtian speechlessly, turned his head to look at Kuanglong Zhenren, and saw that he was also full of bitter smiles and depressed.

"That's the fucking "There's something else,?"

After a while, Feng Jiuling shook his head and said, "It's so good to be young." He went to rest on his own.

However, those members of the Spirit Eye tribe suddenly felt that Zhang Fan was much more friendly, and even the thick stone walls could not be banned.

This is how small separation is better than newlyweds.

The red candle and the silk tent has been in a flash for three days.

Three days later, Fengjiuling and Kuanglong Zhenren stood in front of a stone house, looking at the densely packed restrictions in front of them, and the ban on the quiet room that had been in seclusion for decades. The feeling of asking the sky silently emerged again.

"It's endless."

Feng Jiuling was extremely depressed and looked at the sky and said, "Those aliens should almost be dispatched. The real person of the Divine Soldiers came over and said, "

He couldn't continue to say the following words, it was not embarrassing enough money.

The real man Kuanglong was a little speechless, but seeing Feng Jiuling's depressed look, he laughed and said, "Why, Senior Brother Feng, you break the ban?"

"Why don't you do it?"

"You are his elder, I am not."

The Kuanglong Zhenren said slowly. Since his real body was destroyed, it was rare to have such a relaxed time. He said with a smile: "If I do it, I will be angry when Donghua Zhenren gets angry. I am no match for him."

His strange smile and a simple face made him look weird no matter how he looks.

Feng Jiuling muttered a few words and gave up.

He naturally knew that the Kuanglong Real Man was just a joke. This sea-like ban could not even be touched if it was broken for a few days, and the daylily would be cold at that time.

"He will be sensible."

Feng Jiuling was obviously not sure of this. The more he went back, the more guilty he looked.

Just at this moment, a sword weapon that crossed the sky and the earth suddenly roared through the air, tearing apart countless clouds along the way, and doubled its power.

Entering the valley, the sword weapon broke and turned into dozens of long swords, carrying it on the back of the visitor in a fan shape.

Who can this image be if it is not a real person in the Divine Soldier?

"The alien race has come out in full swing, the situation is critical, and the yellow dragon on the earth has appeared."

The real man of the Divine Soldier no longer looks casual and said loudly: "He is the real man of Donghua"

Before he could finish his words, Feng Jiuling and Kuanglong Zhenren had just looked embarrassed. With a "boom" sound, all the restrictions collapsed instantly.

"Bang!"

The door opened wide, and a clear voice came out:

"The real person of the Divine Soldier, Master Feng, and Senior Brother Kuanglong, please take a step first, and Zhang will come later."

Zhang Fan's voice fell, and Feng Jiuling and others all breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed.

Immediately, their expressions became solemn, and the alien races came out in full bloom, not just casually, this battle was better than countless before.

"Donghua, find the opportunity yourself, let's go first."

Fengjiuling Nozao had a look like a moment ago, as heavy as the deep sea water, faintly undercurrents. The terror that destroyed everything was brewing.

"Walk!"

The real man of the Divine Soldier had no objection, and the three of them flew in the air and disappeared into the circular valley in an instant.

As the war broke out, the Circular Valley returned to its previous appearance. All the adult men of the Spirit Eye Clan had participated in the war. As a foreign race who defected to Jiuzhou to cultivate immortals, they could not stay out of the matter.

In the stone house, the tea was filled with mist, and Zhang Fan's eyebrows were looming in the water vapor, and it was not real to see it.

On the opposite side of him, Xiruosu made tea with her hands, and her movements were indescribable and beautiful, and could be directly entered into the painting.

"Senior brother, there seems to be something wrong with you."

Holding a cup of fragrant tea and put it in front of Zhang Fan, Xiruo said softly, a faint sadness appeared between his eyebrows. "Yes."

Zhang Fan responded, sipped the fragrant tea, and silently answered.

How could he hide it from everyone? His strangeness could not escape Xiruo's eyes after all.

After a while, Zhang Fan said, "Xi Ruo, this is my opportunity to transform into the gods. It has both opportunities and dangers."

Xiruo's hand trembled, and the tea splashed out, sprinkled on her delicate barefoot, but she seemed to be unaware of it, just frowned with a delicate brow and said worriedly: "Is it very dangerous?"

He didn't hear about the opportunity, but asked about danger. At this moment, Xiruo was no longer the witch who talked and laughed and regarded blood as nothing, but just an ordinary woman with an indescribable look of worry in her eyes.

"Xiruo, find an opportunity to go back to Qinzhou, take good care of the old man and the little girl, and help ** train their disciples. It would be better if you don't tide on the muddy waters in the northern border."

Zhang Ji sighed and stood up: "I don't know how much time it takes to go here, but Xi If you remember, I will definitely come back. By then, it will be the day when the soul is perfect!"

Xiruo was not an ordinary woman after all, so she took a deep breath and suppressed her uneasiness. A touch of sweetness appeared on her face, and said softly: My sister will wait for her senior brother to return in the Dharma Xiang Sect."

While speaking, he poked out his hand and held Zhang Fan's palm.

"Stay waiting."

A warm feeling flashed in Zhang Fan's eyes. He knew in his heart that Xiruo was using his own method to strengthen his beliefs.

"Um!"

"Take care of yourself!"

After all, he was not used to the spring flowers and autumn moon, and he was about to come. Zhang Fan just tightened his palms and then stepped forward to the outside of the door.

As soon as I left the door, the sound of fighting in the distant sky shook the sky. It was faintly heard, tenderness and cruelty, which became the two heavens of ice and fire.

After a little stagnation, a long roar was heard, and the bull ran over happily. The Mo Ling spread his wings and flew over, and one man and two demons disappeared into the circular valley.

While Zhang Fan's back disappeared, a sigh in the stone house seemed to have endured it for a long time. It was only then that it was spit out, distant and long.

“It’s been a year now,”

"It should be that the beautiful scenery is empty. Even if there are thousands of styles, who can I tell you about it?"

The snow-white little hands smeared on the table, and the two lines of words made of tea and books were engraved in my heart.

In the end, there was only a faint sigh left.
Chapter completed!