The moon covered the thin clouds, like the sun covering the thick fog, the amazing Lizhuo Qingfu When Zhang Fan suddenly looked back, Fairy Yunhua's body seemed to be covered with a layer of gray gauze, covering all beauty and all pride. It looked ordinary and not eye-catching at all.

This is no longer as simple as changing temperament. Being born with beauty is hard to give up on yourself. Such fundamental changes are already an area that only magical powers and secret techniques can be used for.

In an instant, it was like a dazzling pearl buried in the sand and gravel, covering up all its glory.

As a shameful figure, Fairy Yun Hua naturally did not hide any of her actions from Zhang Fan's perception, which led to the sudden look back before.

At first glance, with his cultivation and eyesight, he could not see any clues for a moment. At best, he felt a little unnatural, which shows the mystery of this secret technique.

Let me ask, how big is the world, how many people can there be with Zhang Fan’s cultivation strength?

After looking up and down, he frowned and said, "Yunhua, why are you?"

Fairy Yunhua did this without any target. She frowned and said, "Yunhua had also come to Dongyunyuan in the past and had some contact with them. If his true face appeared in front of them, he would definitely not be able to hide it."

"Hmm, then what?"

Zhang Fan's expression remained motionless. While following the waves with Fairy Yunhua, he advanced towards the ruins in the center of Dongyunyuan, he asked in a deep voice: "It should be more than that, right?"

If it were just this reason, Yun Hua would not hide his face. Instead, it would be more beneficial to come to the door with great fanfare. Anyway, it would be impossible to see that she was already ashamed of a person.

As expected, Fairy Yun Hua used the simplest language to make a big deal:

"The relationship between the five major Yunyuan has always been bad, especially in our Zhongzhou Yunyuan, where everyone is surrounded by enemies."

"They knew that Yunhua had already left the world. Now that they returned to the Yunzhong Realm, they would definitely cause their association and cause unnecessary trouble."

"It's the sword in the cloud!"

Zhang Fan's eyes swept over the magic sword in the clouds carried by Fairy Yun Hua, and Bi Ran realized great.

The relationship was not very good at first, and there was a possibility of obtaining the Divine Sword in the Cloud. The other party was afraid that all kinds of secret tricks would come out. Although they were not afraid, there was no need for them to cause trouble.

Although the cultivators in the East Yunyuan were crowded together, their speed was not slow at all. Just as Zhang Fan and Fairy Yunhua said a few words, the destination was in front of him. It was already noisy all the way, but when he arrived here, it seemed as if a condensing breath was pressing down, and suddenly it was filled with a lot.

The cultivators present, regardless of their strength, were no less than a thousand people, calmed down together, and a tense atmosphere suddenly became popular.

What led them to do was not because of the pressure of some superiors, but because of the environment itself.

This place is already the center of Dongyunyuan, scattered, covered with various ruins, half a dragon pillar, large broken stone sculptures, and broken luxurious floor tiles. As time goes by, the solemn place of the past has enveloped a layer of historical distantness, making people unable to help but be solemn and dare not make noise.

Zhang Fan's eyes swept across the ruins everywhere, and his expression gradually became solemn.

"I thought this ruin was just caused by the last battle between the four major Yunyuans. Now it seems that it is not true.

"This kind of distant vicissitudes and historical accumulation cannot be reached without the washing of hundreds of thousands of years of life."

These ruins are just like old men, witnessing countless glory, precipitating history, and continuing to silently watch the white clouds and the vast world.

Just like the ancient artifacts in the mortal world, in the eyes of the Fang family, even if the means of cost reach the pinnacle, they cannot create the thickness and accumulation of history itself.

The power of time means that even those who practice immortals must be restrained. Not to mention mortals, let alone the objects themselves.

"I'm afraid the existence of these ruins is still before the development of immortal cultivators in the Yunzhong Realm. I really don't know where they came from?"

Zhang Fan observed the film quickly and found no clues. He asked in a low voice: "Yunhua, are there such ruins in the five major cloud abyss?"

By this time, he had almost determined that these ruins were foreign objects and could not be developed by an external domain in Yunzhong Realm.

Even if it takes tens of years to pass by, Zhang Fan could still feel the faint sense of oppression on these ruins, as if the figures and aura of powerful men were always frozen on these ruins.

In this case, even if the world is boundless and vast, he has never seen it.

"There are all four major cloud abysses in the southeast, southwest and northwest. The situation in Zhongzhou is a bit different." The master will know after reading it at that time."

A look of surprise flashed in Fairy Yun Hua's eyes. Obviously, she didn't understand how Zhang Fan knew that the four major Yunyuans had such ruins. After all, she walked along the way and never left her. Has he ever asked someone about Yun Hua so how could she not know?

Although she was confused, she had no intention of asking questions. She just got stuck when she mentioned the situation in Zhongzhou, and then frowned and said vaguely.

"Zhongzhou!"

Zhang Fan nodded silently and did not continue to ask questions. His attention had been dispersed to other places.

"Boom"

An earthquake, a thunderous sound suddenly erupted in the center of the ruins.

The sound continued, the earth moved continuously, and in a flash. Eighteen platforms like rings floated up from the earth and stood tall.

Each of these platforms is covered with various traces, such as fire burning water, sword slashing, and even reddish-brown color precipitated by blood. At first glance, it is where I have experienced countless battles.

These battle marks were all shallow, as if they had just scratched the stone with their nails, and they had never penetrated into it at all.

The cultivators who can fight against him cannot be too weak. I am afraid that the cultivator of the alchemy is the most basic requirement.

The battle between the monks of Jiedan and the magical powers that are coming and going can only cause such insignificant traces, which shows the special material of these platforms.

While these platforms emerged, Zhang Fan's keen perception told him that in that moment, countless people held their breath and their heartbeat accelerated, as if they were expecting something.

The platform has emerged, but there is no subsequent action for the time being. Zhang Fan was confused and his spiritual consciousness dispersed, paying attention to the words and conversations of ordinary monks in the clouds around him.

With his current cultivation level, it is really easy to hear something in Dongyunzhou.

Time passed by bit by bit, suppressing the stagnant waiting, almost all the monks in the cloud were talking about something with familiar people, and combining the scales and half claws. Soon Zhang Fan knew the purpose of their gathering here.

"Brother Zhang, today is the last day of this month, and the eighteen candidates will be decided. With Brother Zhang's strength, it is natural to occupy a position. Why not just take action? I can also boost my momentum for Brother Zhang."

"I dare not, I dare not, the eighteen candidates of this month are all of the extraordinary people. Zhang is not strong enough, so it is better to hide his weakness than to show off his ugly face. Let's wait for next month."

He spoke with two middle-aged men, both of whom were cultivating the elixir, especially Na Jie. "Brother Zhang" was even more cultivating the elixir, and he was very good at it.

This person's cultivation is also considered to be at a high place among the at least hundreds of immortal cultivators gathered here. Another person said that "Brother Zhang" could win one by one, which is not a praising thing.

"Cannotate Venerable? Eighteen people in January?"

Zhang Fan was secretly concerned, and then found that the two of them turned the topic elsewhere, so he no longer paid attention to these two people.

"January is approaching, Fairy Li will definitely be able to stand firm this time and become one of the eighteen candidates. In the future, the Lord of Ancestor dare not say that at least the Yunzhong General beside him will definitely have a fairy."

"How dare I have such a luxury? Just the Eighteen-Can-Eighteen-Capital Venerable of Dongyun has overwhelmed my younger sister. There is still a choice in Zhongzhou, so how can I bear it?"

"Haha, fortunately, there are 18 people now. I heard from the older generation that only five people were selected a thousand years ago, and it only took one hundred years. Compared with the current 18 people in January, it is undoubtedly much easier to get there. I think Fairy Li has great hope."

After that, the female monk named Li became humble. The other person praised him more and more. There was no meaningful news. Zhang Fan was disgusted and quickly stopped listening.

However, from the conversation between the two, he still received a lot of news, especially when he confirmed the two he had heard before, and he gradually felt a sense of enlightenment in his heart.

"The so-called candidate Venerable is because Zhongzhou still has one choice, and the eighteen people who finally gather the power of the five major Yunzhous are the real Venerable."

"Their purpose of doing this seems to be to select eighteen people every month to match the heavenly beings."

"It was not such a large scale before. It seems that the high-ranking celestial people hiding in the Mitian Realm Heavenly Realm Heavenly Man Palace will definitely not be much better?"

Thinking about it, Zhang Fan had already understood the situation at this time.

In January, eighteen people were decided to be sent to Zhongzhou for another selection, and the method of deciding eighteen people in Dongyunyuan was nothing more than the ring.

Whether it is on stage on the first day or the last day, as long as you can still stand on the stage on the last day of January, you are the last candidate.

It seems that those who go up first are at a disadvantage, but in fact it is not.

After all, this competition doesn’t look like a gentle battle that goes all the way. The reddish-brown color that still remains undisturbed on the ring is enough to illustrate all the problems.

In this case, all the monks in the cloud will consciously avoid masters who show powerful means. No matter how good the venerable's identity is and how much profit it is, it will not be as good as his own life, right?

After understanding the specific situation, Zhang Fan was lazy to eavesdrop on the conversations of the monks in the clouds.

Just at this moment, Fairy Yunhua came over and looked a little more silly.

"Master, there is trouble in the clouds floating around thousands of miles."

"What?".

"Is there any variables in the trip to Zhongzhou?"

Zhang Fan's expression subsided when he heard this, and he became gloomy. He asked in a deep voice: "Yunhua, what's going on?"

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Today, I thought of an excellent idea. I couldn't get started immediately when I was sleeping. I haven't had this kind of impulse for a long time.

Unfortunately, I can't use this book

Tragedy, what else is there in the world where a good idea is thought of but cannot be put into paper immediately?
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