"Junior Brother Zhang, I have something to ask for, Lao Cui!" Cui Ren said seriously, his round face was still covered in oil, and he twitched faintly, as if he was habitually trying to squeeze out a smile, but for no reason, a solemn meaning was conveyed.

"Brother Mu, tell me!"

Zhang Fan nodded and became serious.

"Old Cui has been miscalculated since he was a child, and only one sister depends on each other."

Choi In looked up at the end of the ninety-nine steps and said in a faint tone.

"Um?"

Zhang Fan frowned a little and realized that he knew too little about these fellow disciples. Cui Ren was a rare person, but he never knew that he had one more.

"Old Cui's sister Cui Yingying is not pretty, but she thinks about it all day long after not seeing her!"

"I really want to do it!"

Cui Ren's chubby head was raised high and sighed for a long time and was speechless.

A cynical person, as if he had food, would be happy all his life. Suddenly, this sentimental attitude was made, which made people feel particularly empathetic.

In time, the image of an old man with crane hair emerged from his mind. The burden of life bent his waist, but it could not smooth out the smile on his face.

"grandfather!"

Zhang Fan was silent, and his thoughts came, and suddenly he wanted to turn around and leave and appear in front of his grandfather.

"Junior Brother Zhang!"

Choi In spoke suddenly.

Looking straight into Zhang Fan's eyes, he suddenly said, "If one day my poor sister asks me to my junior brother's door and give me a warm mouth!"

As he said that, a photo bead appeared on his thick palm and handed it to Zhang Fan.

He reached out to take it, and Zhang Fan wanted to smile. When he was in this kind of advice, he was still thinking about the issue of eating. What is the saying "hot"?

But for some reason, my smile froze on my face and couldn't squeeze it out.

"Please."

After saying a word, Cui Ren turned around, and the meal roared in an instant, sweeping around, turning into a black wind. He wrapped around his fat body, started and climbed up the steps.

The broad back swayed and swayed, and there was a certain sense of generosity and tragic feeling invisibly.

Zhang Fan tightly held the photo bead and frowned.

The words are full of unknowns. Is this Cui In, who is cautious, cautious and optimistic, and knows his fate?

What exactly happened?

After thinking for a long time, he had no idea. He sighed inwardly and his spiritual sense penetrated into the shadow bead.

The jin and the image, like a scroll, slowly unfolded.

The little girl of fourteen or fifteen years old was indeed as Cui In said, not very beautiful, nor was she slim, but was a little baby fat. In the bright sunshine, she smiled like a flower, and her cute and playful taste was not to be expressed in words.

The place where she is is so familiar, it is inside the mountain gate of the Faxiang Sect. I think this Cui Yingying should be also a disciple of the Faxiang Sect.

After watching, Zhang Fan silently put away the shadow bead. Looking at the top of the ladder, without any warning, the flames on his body suddenly burned violently and soared into the sky.

It was like a forest fire in the wind, and the flames spread all over the sky, and a flame storm rose up along the steps.

After this incident, Zhang Fan suddenly didn't want to delay any longer, and didn't care about saving spiritual power. The power of the sun exploded instantly and was running with all his strength. He immediately looked at the hot high temperature on the stairs, and the blazing flames were in nothing, step by step, without stopping. In just a moment, he had already passed by Cui Ren.

After a short while, I stepped out of the ladder.

As soon as he left, there was no invisible suppression on the stairs. The flames around Zhang Fan were like a strong wind that helped ignite, and dozens of feet of brother suddenly rose up, roaring fiercely. The sound ignited and suddenly resounded.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the restless spiritual power, and the flames quickly converged.

From then on, Zhang Fan looked back and saw that Cui Ren had already moved on the last few steps. At the point where he passed, a large area of ​​water stains remained, and instantly evaporated into water vapor and disappeared.

Left and left, rumbling thunder and lightning, charming all living beings laughing, quarrels and birds singing, juicing, phoenix singing, and the tall woman of Shenxiao Sect is still struggling to move forward on the ladder.

After pondering for a while, Zhang Fan did not stay and wait. Instead, he held his head and chest up and stepped into the open door in front of him.

At the end of the ladder, the glorious hall, with a wide door, washing like a deep and huge mouth, swallowing everything.

Zhang Fanyi was not afraid and walked in calmly.

After the portal, it was like a fungus tray made of heavy rocks. As soon as the silence of the shade suddenly arose.

This feeling lasted for a moment. Then it seemed as if I was on the side of the oven, and heat waves rolled in.

As cold as hot as cold, as quiet as moving as it moves, the eyes suddenly become clear, and at the same time, the sound of sharp weapons breaking through the air, heavy objects collapse, huge rocks shatter, earth and rocks splashing all kinds of strange sounds, as if they step into the passionate battlefield from the quiet dense forest.

This place is indeed a battlefield.

The Net Judgment came out of the strange barrier, and Zhang Fan felt the strong wind swelling on his face, stinging pain, as if small knives were slashing across.

The strong wind alone can be like this, and it can be imagined that the battle in the field is fierce again.

Looking up, four figures were passing by, and the sound of air bursting endlessly. The figures rolled and passed by, and large areas of the ground were scattered. It was like a heavy rain in the hall!

There is no extra decoration in the huge hall. The only difference is the four walls and floor tiles, all made of fiery red crystals. You can tell at a glance that it is condensed by the source of fire, which is extremely hard and far better than ordinary bluestone.

But even so, the situation where you see it is in chaos and almost intact is obviously a hard battle, otherwise it would not have come to this point.

Just at this moment, a sound of spring thunder sounded in the hall, shaking the huge hall, and the four figures suddenly separated and confronted each other from afar.

Before Zhang Fan could look at them carefully, the strange laughter echoed in the hall.

This strange laughter is erratic, sometimes male and sometimes female. Sometimes old and sometimes young, soft and instantly sharp. It resonates with crispness and hoarseness, and a concert of deepness and frivolity. It sounds so strange that it feels creepy as soon as it enters the ears.

"Hehehe, another one!"

The sentence came out and suddenly calmed down, washing away like an old man with a vicissitudes of life, his voice was filled with bleakness.

Zhang Fan looked at it intently and saw Chen Yun, the old monster of Yin and Yang, and the shriveled old man from Baiyao Sect. The three of them faintly formed an arc, surrounding a fiery red figure.

This fiery red figure is also the owner of the strange voice before.

The three masters of Killing Dan looked at Zhang Fan, and then they gathered on the fiery red figure. Obviously, this was their enemy.

"Lingzhuzi, you'd better surrender!"

"Maybe it can leave a little spiritual consciousness. If not,"

The speaker is Master Chen Yun. There was a sharp needle-like magic weapon in his hand. As the cold light sucked and spitted, it sounded sharp and harsh.

"Spiritual bead?"

Zhang Fan's eyes immediately focused on the fiery red figure. Obviously, it was the spiritual consciousness born from the owner of this place, the Fire Spirit Pearl.

"Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehe."

"Snatch it?"

"Just you guys?"

Chen Gu's voice fell, and the fiery red figure in the middle trembled, as if he had heard something funny, and the strange voice echoed in the hall again.

With the sound coming out, Lingzhuzi's figure suddenly condensed, as if a curtain of water fell from the top of his head. He washed away all the dew and revealed his true face.

"This is

As soon as I saw it, no matter how many of the three masters of Killing Dan and Zhang Fan, all of them changed their expressions, as if they had seen something terrifying.

The situation in front of me is indeed terrifying.

The spirit bead had already become a human figure at this time, covered with a fiery red cloak, only revealing the part of the head, and it was empty below, as if nothing was there.

The end of the cloak was dragged onto the ground, and every time it moved, it was floating like a ghost.

The three Grand Master Jiedan and Zhang Fan present were all people who had experienced a lot. If this were the case, they would not have caused them to react like this.

What really shocked them was the face of this spiritual bead.

When it makes a crisp and pleasant female voice, its face changes, but it is a charming and graceful girl in the flower season; when it is hoarse and harsh, it turns into a thin old man with yellow and pointed tips; when it is deep, it is a middle-aged and elegant scholar; when it is frivolous, it is a young and flamboyant prodigal son.

Various changes, just a few short sentences, voice lines, and the same number of faces, as if faces were hidden under the cloak and could be replaced at any time.

Only when the face of Lingzhuzi is fixed when the end of each sentence and when he is silent.

It was an old man with deep wrinkles on his face, like a tearful earth.

The corners of his mouth bent down, his brows frowned, his brows collapsed, and his long eyebrows fell. Even in his eyes, he was obviously miserable. He looked like a poor old man who could never speak out of his own suffering and could not be relieved.

"The way of suffering!"

The voice of exclamation came from the mouths of the three masters of Jiedan almost at the same time. The old man in Baiyao Sect whose expression remained unchanged for thousands of years also showed a look of surprise and solemnity on his face.

"Dao Taoist?"

“Is it

Zhang Fan's heart moved and roughly guessed why the three of them had such a big reaction.

The previous faces and voices were obviously like the strange bird sword slaves I saw in the Four Jedi. They were the "collections" of the Spirit Beads." And they were some of the higher levels.

The old man with a bitter face was treated obviously differently, and he seemed to be deeply loved by Lingzhuzi.

It is just a treasure spiritual consciousness, and how can we know how beautiful and ugly humans are? Choosing this person must be a factor of strength. For thousands of years, there is only one person with the highest cultivation level who has fallen here!

Liehuo Sect, the old monster of Nascent Soul!

If it weren't for such an expert, there wouldn't be any of his appearance and would be remembered by Chen Gu and the other two.

Back then, the old Yuanying monster who fell to kill the magical consciousness of the Fire Spirit Pearl was actually imprisoned by it?

Spiritual beads have such a axis
Chapter completed!