"It turned out to be them."

Zhang Fan's eyes lit up and a new idea emerged.

Under his spiritual outline, although the visitor did not know how to achieve the state of silent use, he was inevitably observed carefully.

They were two young men, one man and one woman, or two young men!

The former is a little girl, at least from her figure. If she looks at her face, it will be pitch black, as if it is stained with smoke and dust. Only one pair of eyes is extremely lively, and by contrast, it looks more and more beautiful.

She kept running in the ghost forest, not only making her feet silent, but also seemed to be extremely familiar with Ran Wei's environment. While looking back in horror from time to time, she freely dodged the obstacles in front of her, but did not affect her speed at all.

Behind her, a much stronger and tall figure emerged from the dense forest.

This tall figure wore clothes sewn from wild beast leather. Although the materials seemed rough, the workmanship was very detailed. With the combination of different wild beast skins, it felt like it was a beauty out of thin air, as if it was not wearing animal skins, but exquisite silk.

This man is strong and strong. He can't hide his skin, and he shows his strong muscles, looking like an adult strong man, but as long as he looks up and notices his face, he will no longer think about this.

Although he had a vicious expression on his face, his eyebrows were full of childishness, and he didn't look like he was over sixteen years old.

What's particularly strange is that on his right cheek, he skimmed his oil color and covered his face for most of it. At first glance, it looked like graffiti, but when you look closely, you can find a difference.

These three oil colors are not just the color of a single color, but the influence of a wild beast appears in it.

From all angles, the wild beasts on the pattern seem to be making different actions, either rushing or dodging, chasing or escaping. From the front, it is a final killing scene, and the overall change is like a living hunting process.

From this paint, there is also a thing like a bird feather inserted on the heads of the girls in front or the boys behind, which shows their identity.

The young man's bird feathers were extremely bright and full of spiritual energy. You can tell at a glance that they were pulled out of the powerful wild beast. The girl's one was different, but a piece of gray feather. Not to mention spiritual energy, even the appearance was very depressed. I am afraid that the feathers on the lowest-level wild beast would not be like this.

From this, we can see the difference in status between the two.

As far as Zhang Fan knows, the only one who records achievements with oil paint on his face and indicates identity with feathers on his head.

"Remnants!"

"Underground Remnants!"

Strictly speaking, it is not the first time Zhang Fan has come into contact with these remnants. However, the last time was indirect. The witchcraft that he encountered in the fragments of the Hei Shui Lake world was a unique magical power of these remnants.

What these relics are good at is the magical magic that is very different from the current world of immortal cultivation. Its power is extremely powerful and is good at attacking at a large scale.

According to the habits of immortal cultivators, let alone these remnants belong to humans. Even the magical powers of monsters and wild beasts can be used and made profits will be learned by them and added to their own immortal cultivating system.

This is the way of ghost cultivation and demon cultivation.

However, few people learned this witchcraft method. The only thing Zhang Fan heard about was the Heisha Ancestor who left a bronze tripod in the fragments of the Hei Shui Lake world.

The reason is very simple. For the immortal cultivation who pursues immortality, the witchcraft of the remains has a huge and insurmountable flaw, which makes them have to sigh and dare not learn!

That is lifespan!

The remaining people are weak and do not practice the path of immortality and cannot live forever. The stronger the magical powers, the shorter the lifespan!

This alone is enough to discourage all immortal cultivators, and even Zhang Fan will not feel any desire for temptation.

The remnants are fighting with the heavens. Surviving hard in the world of wild beasts, in their opinion, the reproduction of race is the most important. To gain powerful strength, the most sacrifice is the most natural thing.

The cultivators are different. They come with another mature system. They do not need such a great sacrifice and can open up their own world, so they will naturally not make the same choice."

From this we can also know that although this young man who was chasing the girl seemed to have a high status, his cultivation must not be very strong, otherwise he would not have such a strong body.

After judging their identities as survivors, Zhang Fan's mind immediately heard the discovery process of the beast treasure that Han Yue said half a month ago.

I remember that at that time, she felt quite regretful that this thing seemed to have other uses among the survivors. Unfortunately, the senior monks who defeated the survivors and obtained a living space did not have time to get this secret from them.

In other words, the remains of the beast treasures in front of them are also preserved

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan was immediately excited.

In fact, in his career, he was not sure that before Wan'er's life fire was extinguished, he could return on time with the beast treasure.

The reason is not the distance between the two places, nor the power of avoiding water and shaking the sky, but many uncertain factors.

What if there is no water-proofing and shaking the sky roar here?

If within a certain time, all kinds of stimulation can lead the snake out of the hole and shock the snake, and even the water can be avoided and the sky is shaken out. What should I do?

These problems are almost unsolvable. If they really appear, Zhang Fan can only do nothing.

Now, a new choice appears before him.

If things are really inconsistent, it is better to go to the settlement of these remnants, which is also a backup method.

After understanding this, Zhang Fan couldn't help but become more interested in these two men and women who were rushing here in all directions.

After a while, two figures officially entered Zhang Fan's vision.

At the first moment, he noticed that the two of them were under their feet. Every time they landed their feet, they were all on the toes, like dancing, with extremely high frequency and mysterious, which was suitable for walking in this ghost forest. With this method, whether it was hunting or doing, it could improve a lot of safety and success.

The cultivation of these two people is obviously not very strong. But at such a close distance, with Zhang Fan's ears, he could only hear some slight sounds. If he was not careful, he would ignore the past and he couldn't help but secretly praise him.

From this, Zhang Fan also saw that the young man following behind did not use all his strength from beginning to end, as if he was just catching a mouse, or as if he was hunting, waiting for the prey to exhaust his physical strength. He was neither anxious nor slow, and was hanging from afar, and was not in a hurry to catch the girl in front of him.

Just as both sides were getting closer and closer to Zhang Fan, only more than ten feet away, a "bang" sounded muffled.

However, the girl was in a panic and could not completely dodge the big tree in front of her. She rubbed her arms against the tree and was knocked out obliquely by the huge recoil force. She cried out in pain and couldn't stand up for a moment.

"Hahaha, little heart, bastard, why don't you continue running?"

"You run away! My master just got excited.

The boy seemed to have finally had enough fun. He stepped out and landed on the clearing ground in the forest, only one or two meters away from the girl. When he spoke, his face was full of a smug smile.

"Hmm? Strange!" Zhang Fan thought he was just not understanding their conversation. After all, the remnants are different from underground cultivators, and they are not speaking ancient languages.

Unexpectedly, when the young man heard the words, he could understand more than 80%. Among them, the ancient characters and language are full of flavor, and it is obviously from the same inheritance.

Immediately, Zhang Fan understood a little.

The so-called underground survivors are probably the same as those of the underground cultivators. They moved from the ground at a certain period of time. The difference is that they are afraid of avoiding them!

As far as Zhang Fan knows, in the age of ancient times when flowers bloomed, it was not only the path of immortality, which was the transcendent path. There are other means to break through the limits of the human body and reach a higher realm of life.

However, later, due to the conflict of ideas, fierce fighting broke out between the great human beings. After a scorched earth, it became the current situation where the immortal path was dominant.

I think this witchcraft and magic also came to this underground world through some unknown means at that time!

Just through the language they spoke, Zhang Fan instantly judged all this, from beginning to end, only a few words.

In the words of the boy's opera, the girl who fell to the ground had a crystal clear eyes, as if dew flashed with boundless beauty in the sun. As for whether it was because of fear or the previous pain, it was unknown.

The young man looked at this scene without any sympathy. Instead, he said hatefully: "The clan's sacrifice is your little bastard, and you dare to run away? You really don't know how to politely!"

"I" I don't want it."

The girl held the trunk beside her and stood up slowly, shook her head and said with great grievance: "Why is it me? I don't want to be sacrificed, please look for someone else!"

When the word "sacrificial" was mentioned, the girl's face was filled with endless fear, as if something terrible was about to happen to her. Her delicate body seemed to be thrown into the snow and ice, and began to tremble violently.

"That's all you can do!"

The boy smiled grimly. He stretched out his palm as the palm fan and grabbed it from afar.

"Little bastard, you are indeed like your foreign mother, a bastard. You dare to escape even with such a sacred thing as a sacrifice. What else can't be done?!"

"What the old man said is true. You outsiders are all bastards, thieves, liars. If not, how could we drive our great holy clan to this place where birds do not shit
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