The elite Qiao Xiao sect, the young generation of Qizhou sects, and the immortal cultivation family, all of Xiu's children appeared in front of Zhang Fan...

When a lion meets, it won’t be a hug. Even if an elk encounters by chance, you have to try it. Both sides immediately looked at each other.

It doesn't matter if this look is taken, both sides are silently frightened.

Zhang Fan was shocked that he ended up with the heroes of the world. He thought Xiruo, Bai Yiyi, Ji Zhiyun, and himself were the top masters of the younger generation of Qinzhou sects. He didn't expect that when he saw it, it was far from the same.

Next to Bai Yiyi, there was a man in colorful clothes and a disciple of the Yuling Sect standing side by side, following him. In terms of quality and quantity, they were all above Bai Yiyi's followers. Obviously, he was more popular than Bai Yiyi.

The most realistic thing about human hearts in the world of immortal cultivation is, but first, the strength is judging from the rest.

Even if this person has an extraordinary family background, so what if he is comparable to Nangong Yi? Although Nangong Yi had a prominent family background, he did not show his due strength, and everyone was not looking at him as a playboy.

This person can have such prestige among disciples of the Yuling Sect. His strength should not be inferior to Bai Yiyi, but he is a strong enemy.

But after just a while, Zhang Fan also saw something wrong with this guy. Not only did he compare his clothes with peacocks, but he looked like a good person even in his behavior.

From the time when the two sides came into contact with each other, he had only a mysterious skill. His eyes were swirling, and his eyes were all on the female monks around him. He was not afraid of meat and vegetables, and he was not distinguished between beauty and ugliness, and even a young girl like Ling'er could not escape. Zhang Fan could even tell that when he looked at Ling'er, his eyes swept up and down, and he showed a clear expression of regret.

Seeing Zhang Fan paying attention, the man in color was not embarrassed, and nodded kindly. Then he turned his eyes and moved to Bai Yiyi's body, condensed in a certain bulge and couldn't pull it out.

After a while, all the female monks were looked at by him. Only when his eyes passed by Xiruo, he ignored him and seemed to have not seen him. His expression was even more obedient to his style. He was afraid he had suffered some hardships.

Everyone had obviously gotten used to this person's virtue. Even Bai Yiyi just ignored him and did not do anything unnecessary. Only on one person's body did the man in colorful clothes hit a nail.

It was a character that could easily be ignored at first glance, but as long as you really notice him, you would never think about it again.

He was just a teenager, and even had fluff at the corners of his mouth, looking extremely tender, as if he had just left his mother's arms before the mysterious.

But as long as you look around him, someone who is not blind will no longer think that this is a young boy.

There were more than ten beautiful figures around the boy, who surrounded him like stars and the moon. The contrast was that a large piece of them suddenly appeared outside the beautiful figures, and everyone was far away. It was unknown whether to stay away or avoid the plague.

Those women around the teenager looked just beautiful at first, and there was nothing special about it, but as long as they looked at their eyes, their impression would be very different.

How empty was that look! Even the ladies in the ashamed palace dress that Zhang Fan had seen in the market were more popular than them, even Ling'er's eyes that were ashamed of light were more agile.

Zhang Fan's first feeling when he saw them was regret. Such a flower girl was tangible and spiritual. She was even worse than a shame. Even if she was a person with a sarcastic heart, she would feel sad.

The man in color had the same idea as him. The difference was that the regret in his eyes was extremely strong. He could almost see through his eyes and wrote four masters in front of him, "The Scarlet Heavenly Things" and thus attracted the attention of the strange boy.

He suddenly came to his senses from his thoughts. Looking back, he was facing the man in color and smiled evilly.

Under this smile, the brilliance in the young man's eyes suddenly became dazzling, forming a beautiful woman who died, as if she could swallow all emotions, thoughts, and "all people's original thoughts, and under the dazzling beauty, there was boundless horror brewing.

The man in color looked at him, and his feelings were naturally deeper, but he was not afraid. A divine light flashed in his eyes, and a pink color suddenly emerged from his pupils and instantly spread.

If I had said that I had given people the feeling of peach blossoms before, my eyes were truly as beautiful as peach blossoms.

When they looked at each other, they were shocked at the same time, and then they immediately dissipated their eyes, revealing their fear of each other.

As they tried each other for a move, the two of them also opened a corner in front of Zhang Fan.

He clearly saw that after his body trembled, an abnormal flush appeared on the boy's face. He could not see how he was lucky enough to regulate his breathing. He just glanced at a woman beside him, and then he felt as if he had swallowed a magic pill and returned to normal in an instant.

The woman trembled slightly, and the original empty feeling in her eyes became stronger and stronger. It seemed that after just one glance, something of her was missing another corner, making her look even more empty.

Compared with the strange boy's invisible trace, the man in color has a much worse way to recover, almost without any concealment. His handsome face was buried in the arms of a young woman beside him. From behind, he could still see his shoulders constantly

"I've been making great achievements. Changran's head is very calm even in the arms of the young woman:

This kind of thing seemed to have happened countless times. The two of them tried it and replied to each other. Then, as if nothing had happened, everything returned to normal.

When Zhang Fan looked at them, the other party was also looking at him.

Zhang Fan's strength was clearly seen on the side before. Not to mention those ordinary monks, even the front end, it could be said that the young leaders who represent the new forces in Qinzhou did not dare to look down on the slightest.

What really made them look surprised was Zhang Fan's expression at this time.

When he fought before, his wild and proud temperament suddenly disappeared. Now he only has a kind of demeanor that is light and plain, plain and natural, like a clear spring and flowing water.

If it had always been like before, everyone would have regarded him as a rare powerful man and a powerful man, but that was all. But at this moment, his expression and temperament were so huge that it could be called a completely different change, which immediately surprised them.

This is a kind of mental state of mind. As long as you reach your level of cultivation, you will naturally advance to the next level without being disturbed by some distracting thoughts in your heart, and you cannot make progress in your mind.

After understanding this, everyone's attention to it has been improved by vain. This is not only a focus on his current strength, but also on his infinite future.

When they were facing each other, Zhang Fan suddenly smiled and said, "Zhang Fan of the Dharma Xiang Sect. I have seen you fellow Taoists."

"The Magic Way, the Dream Shadow."

The first one to speak was the strange boy. After he introduced him, he nodded slightly, greeted him, and walked away with the girl surrounding him.

"Yu Ling Sect, Feng Kuangge, I have met fellow Taoist Zhang."

"I wonder what this little sister is called?"

The man in color greeted him enthusiastically, then changed his target and said to Ling'er with a smile.

It was such a waste of such a bold name. Zhang Fan didn't understand his dirty thoughts. He pulled Ling'er behind him, then nodded as if nothing had happened, and began to greet the others.

Apart from Zhang Fan's old friends, the other monks just gave their names with their names that they admired or valued. After a few words of greetings, they said goodbye and left. It was obviously not the time to really get along with each other. Naturally, they could not stay here and be disgusted. Even Feng Kuangge left reluctantly.

At this time, the only ones who stayed there were Xiruo, Bai Yiyi, Cui Ren and Lin Sen.

Among the crowd, Zhang Fan saw another old friend Han Jue, but this person is still at the peak of Qi Refining Stage and has not been able to build a foundation. I don’t know if it’s because of his inferiority or not wanting to participate in these social events, but he nodded at Zhang Fan and turned around and left with the crowd.

Looking at his back, Zhang Fan was a little confused. He always felt that this person was not so simple, but his body seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, making it impossible to see through.

"Hey, the first person, what are you thinking?"

The tender white face swayed in front of him, and then the sound of Xide sounded.

Zhang Fan came to his senses and looked at the master of Xiaoshou, with a look of remembrance on his face.

After many years, the scene under the tree of fortune seems to be in front of you in Wuhui Valley, but they are all very different from each other.

It is Xiruo who speaks.

Time seems to be unable to bear to leave marks on the woman who is so lucky in this world. Xiruo and Bai Yiyi look no different from that time.

The charming ones are still charming, and the clear ones are still clear, and everything seems to be like the past.

"What does the first person mean?"

Zhang Fan was a little dazed and asked.

"The first person under the Golden Pill! The number one master in the foundation-building period!" "Everyone is abandoned, as if there is infinite meaning in it.

Hearing the words, he was stunned at first, and then all the memories of the trance were abandoned, and he suddenly became quiet.

After pondering for a moment, Zhang Fan sneered in his heart: "The first person? He is really "helpful, ah!"

"Senior Brother Zhang, how about you? Do you dare to take it?"

Xiruo asked with a smile, saying something in and out of the way.

"Why don't you accept it? This is everyone's appreciation for the senior brother!"

After hearing Xiruo's words, Lin Sen said in a daze

Zhang Fan glanced at him speechlessly, and couldn't say anything. He turned to Xiruo, but saw that she was also tilting her head and looking at her with a smile.

"I am worthy of being a little witch, and my mind is more agile than that stupid boy."

After saying a secret praise, Zhang Fan was silent for a while. Then he spoke:

"Select! Why not?"

Jin, the word "生" is out, and the hot potato is in his arms. However, he has no joy or sorrow and looks calm.

"You can't let some people down, "good intentions!"

When he said this, Zhang Fan's tone was plain, looking into the distance from afar, as if he could whisper to his family through the endless void.

Two chapters are sent in succession, and the next chapter will be here soon.

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