A young man in his teenager sat cross-legged in front of the Zhoutian Star Map, stroking one hand and pressing the other hand on the scroll for half an hour...

"Uncle Master, can you say Fan'er succeed?" The old man was restless and felt uncomfortable. He wanted to stand up and walk around, but he was afraid that the child would be confused. He was so uncomfortable that he did not feel so uncomfortable when he accepted the inheritance himself.

"Far from the sky, calm down." Han Hao's voice was still so calm, "How could the elder brother's lineage disappear so easily when our Faxiang Sect is destroyed? Believe in the children."

...

Zhang Fan has no time to pay attention to everything outside.

From the moment he touched the Zhoutian Star Map, all his senses lost their effect. It seemed that there was some magical power that pulled his spirit into a special space without falling into the ground, leaving only a shell outside.

The stars in the sky seem to be motionless and silent at first glance, and also seem to be moving continuously according to some mysterious rule, carefully maintaining dynamic balance.

As soon as Zhang Fan's spirit entered it, it was like a spoonful of water being thrown into the oil pan, and the whole space boiled like an explosion.

Zhang Fan was pulled close to a certain star involuntarily. After a little contact, he was pushed out from afar by a greater force, and then he was circulating again and again.

Some are hot, some are cold, some are gentle, some are violent, some are bloodthirsty, and some are crazy...

I don’t know how long it took, but Zhang Fan gradually gained a sense of enlightenment.

...

Zhang Fan, who had been motionless, suddenly started to tremble violently. It was visible to the naked eye that a large amount of sweat was quickly secreted. Before he could fall, it was steamed by the high temperature and formed a faint cloud around him.

"This...is this?"

From the beginning, the old man's eyes never left Zhang Fan's side. Whenever there was a strange phenomenon, he immediately noticed it.

He looked at his grandson covered by the clouds in disbelief, and then looked at Han Hao again. Until Han Hao smiled and nodded, he was convinced that it was not his own illusion. He was immediately overjoyed. If he hadn't been afraid of disturbing Zhang Fan, he would not be able to express his feelings when he danced.

The old man jumped up and yelled in his heart: "I knew, I knew, our Zhang family could not be all waste, not waste... Woo~~"

Before I knew it, I was already in tears.

God knows how much resentment has accumulated in his heart. His father Zhang Lie's generation was about to become a genius in just a few decades. He has a strong magic power and amazing combat power. He is also famous throughout Qinzhou. As Zhang Yuantu, as Zhang Lie's son, he cannot inherit the Dharma image and has poor spiritual roots. His son Zhang Yu is almost a copy of him, and he still has fantasies and refuses to keep his feet on the ground.

"The waste from the Zhang family." He had long heard of such cold words.

Looking at the old man's excited expression, Han Hao sighed inwardly, with pain, helplessness, and relief, and his heart was filled with all kinds of feelings.

Senior brother Zhang Lie was full of energy and arrogant back then. He invisibly did not know how many people he offended. When he died, Han Hao himself was just a monk who had just entered the Foundation Establishment Stage, and his status was incomparable to today. He could protect the lives of his descendants and not be retaliated against, so he did his best.

Zhuo Hao has been standing behind Han Hao. Seeing his usual casual master, he has been emotionally fluctuating many times today, and he can't help but feel envious of the feelings between their fellow brothers.

Han Hao has been concentrating on his hard work for many years, and his cultivation has made him so brave and diligent, so he has fewer disciples. So far, Zhuo Hao is his first disciple and the only disciple.

Seeing that Zhang Fan's Dharma image was about to become his first junior brother, Zhuo Hao's eyes at him became much more intimate, no longer as alienated as before.

Everyone's minds are changing, but in fact they are just a moment.

Across the ground, a crow crow cried out in his ears without warning, with a distant sound, as if he had traveled through time and space, and came from the long-standing wilderness.

Immediately afterwards, balls of black flames condensed behind Zhang Fan. In an instant, black feathers were covered with black feathers, their eyes were red, and their three feet were standing empty. The huge bird surrounded by black fire appeared.

Zhang Fan slowly moved away from the Zhoutian Star Map, his expression was a little strange, seven minutes of shock, three parts of secret joy, his Dharma image was actually...

"Fire Crow!" Zhuo Hao felt a little regretful.

"Fortunately it's from the Fire." Han Hao was a little relieved.

"Why isn't my dad's flamingo?" The old man beat his feet and stamped his chest.

"Pu" Zhang Fan, who had just stood up, suddenly fell to the ground and couldn't get up for a long time.

"Baby, don't scare grandpa."

"It's okay, my legs are numb."

Zhang Fan climbed up speechlessly and couldn't help asking, "What do you think of my Dharma image? I didn't hear it clearly."

Han Hao looked at him kindly and said, "The Fire Crow is a fire spiritual bird that is only a little worse than your great-grandfather's flamingo."

Flamingo? Even the fire phoenix dare not say this!

After all, it was because of the lack of magic power. After speaking, Zhang Fan's three-legged black Dharma image condensed into a ball of black light and penetrated into the back of his head.

After thinking about it, Zhang Fan decided not to argue with them and to speak with the facts. Unexpectedly, the three-legged golden crow would be despised for a day, fresh!

"Okay." Han Hao stood up and said, "Fan'er, since you are a fire-like Dharma image, you are destined to worship me that day. Now I'll ask you again, do you want to enter my Fire Mesh?"

Then there is still a need to think about it. Zhang Fan immediately knelt down and kowtowed to the master's ceremony.

Han Hao accepted it calmly, and then ordered: "Zhuohao, wait for the junior brother to arrange it, and go to the sect leader to prepare a case. Fan'er, remember that once you enter the mountain gate, you will embark on the path of immortality. This road is difficult, so don't regard it as easy as a matter of time."

The second half of the sentence is said to Zhang Fan, with an unprecedentedly serious attitude.

"Yes, Master." The two brothers and brothers said in unison.

"Well, you go down. The teacher is still waiting for your uncles and uncles here to select disciples together." Han Hao nodded with satisfaction.

Huh? Didn’t the master rarely accept disciples? Otherwise, there wouldn’t be only Zhuo Hao’s lonely one before today.

At this time, there was no need to ask too much, so Zhang Fan had to suppress his doubts and walked out of the hall with Zhuo Hao and his grandfather.

Before leaving the door, Zhuo Hao, who was walking in front, suddenly paused without warning, causing the grandfather and grandson who were still immersed in joy to hit him head-on.

"Senior brother, what's wrong?" Zhang Fan asked strangely.

"Nothing." Zhuo Hao shook his head, then walked out of the door with a strange face.

Apart from the door, people suddenly feel the feeling of the two heavens of yin and yang. The sun is bright and the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant. Zhang Fan couldn't help but take a deep breath, and he almost moaned with pleasure.

"Baby, grandpa has a few words to say to you." The old man suddenly said solemnly.

"Senior Brother Zhang, I will make some arrangements for you first. I will prepare a case with the sect leader, so I won't bother you." Zhuo Haoshan said understandingly, then took out his cone magic weapon and left.

"Baby." The old man touched Zhang Fan's head and said kindly: "Grandpa is incompetent in his life, has no great ambitions, only one wish."

Zhang Fan nodded seriously: "Grandpa, you said."

"I, Zhang Yuantu's descendant, can produce a great monk, so don't be looked down upon." The old man grabbed Zhang Fan's hand hard and said.

"Don't worry, grandpa."

The noon sun shone directly on his face, dazzling golden light, blurring his expression.

"You will see it!"

But his tone was unprecedentedly firm.
Chapter completed!