;"Brother's dark clothes as soft as the night, and his beautiful and beautiful figure beside the door. In an instant, when spring is warm, the orchids by the stream are blooming, revealing fragrance!

Such a quiet temperament of a beautiful woman in the empty valley, I only saw her in her life...Shu Wan'er alone!

"Wan'er!"

Zhang Fan let out a long breath and slowly relaxed.

Suddenly, when he stepped out and shocked the world, the strong wind that whistled in the frozen Red Flower Valley also stopped suddenly, as if at this moment, there was an invisible force to suppress the ignorant wind, preventing the ignorant wind from disturbing Qingjing.

At the same time, hundreds of young monks were dragged in the air like kites.

"Crackling." It was like raining. Hundreds of people were in vain and lost their strength and fell from the air.

At that moment, the spiritual power that was so imprisoned that it could hardly be able to detect its existence also instantly recovered its control. If it weren't for this, it would be strange to just fall from the air and not kill a few people.

At this time, many of them couldn't figure out what was going on. They were thrown into the sky in a daze, dragged like a kite, and threw it down like a dead pork. They touched their whole body, and they were nothing unusual, and their minds were as if they were crippled.

Some people also responded faster, fell to the ground and glared at Zhang Fan. But only that was the case, and no one was willing to do it when they asked them to come forward and take action.

Just kidding. Most of them are the leaders in the Foundation Establishment Stage, and there are many young masters of the Dan Kefeng. What is the result? No one has the power to resist. Whether it is Foundation Establishment or Dan Kefeng, it is a treatment. The other party even went to heaven in a daze without even glance at him.

What does this mean?

As long as you are not a fool, you understand Zhang Fan's terror. The pride of these sects is not a country bumpkin who has never seen the world. The first thing you think of is four words: "The Real Person of the Nascent Soul"!

Apart from the Yuanying Real People, who can easily trample their pride on the ground and keep them in their palms, and life and death are just a thought?

Let them challenge the real person of Nascent Soul? How is this possible! These young monks who are known as "hope" will naturally weigh the trade-offs.

Therefore, although each of them had seven emotions on their faces, anger and fear distorted their expressions, no one was making noise or looking for death, and they were all silent.

But no matter what, there was no difference between them. Zhang Fan and Wan'er didn't look at them again, especially Zhang Fan. Since they could see Wan'er, these juniors had nothing to care about.

What they didn't know was that if Zhang Fan did not find Wan'er's whereabouts in the frozen Red Flower Valley, they would definitely become the targets of his anger. That fate would really be unbearable.

All the words, sometimes being confused is not a kind of happiness, otherwise, the faces of the people in the field will probably be more than half green.

Just at this moment, in the door behind Wan'er, a middle-aged beauty with a plump body slowly walked out with light steps, an indescribable mature and charming posture.

Zhang Fan recognized at first sight that this middle-aged beauty was the Hanyue Fairy who saw when he broke into the inner city of the mountain city and was recovering from the place where Wan'er of Xuanyin Sect was injured.

Her body was still surrounded by the dark and cold aura that seemed to be revealed from the Nine Netherworlds, and everything was no different from that of the past. However, it could no longer arouse Zhang Fan's slightest fear.

This person is Wan'er's master.

For the sake of this identity, Zhang Fan nodded and said hello.

Han Yue didn't dare to be negligent and bowed respectfully. She just tactfully did not say hello. However, just looking at her eyebrows, she was disbelief, lost, lost and ecstatic, she knew what she was thinking.

Just imagine, a young man who had a similar cultivation level as himself and even had a lower level. After decades of time that seemed nothing to immortal cultivation, he met again at the time when the building was about to collapse. However, he was already standing at a height that he would never reach in his life. He must have reacted like this.

Zhang Fan never cared about Fairy Hanyue’s thoughts. At his current status, he no longer needed to pay attention to the ideas of these Dan Cultivators. No matter what their thoughts they had, they could not lose any of them, and it was not worth his efforts.

This feeling of standing on a high place and looking down in the future might make Zhang Fan feel moved, but now it flashes by. All his attention is concentrated on the girl who has accompanied him through the loneliest time.

"elder brother

Wan'er finally came back from the ecstasy shock. She rushed over with cheers and plunged into Zhang Fan's arms.

Feeling the softness and warmth in his arms and the momentary wetness in his chest, Zhang Fan smiled gently, stretched out his hand to stroke the black hair that was spread out and soft like brocade.

"Brother, I miss you so much!"

"Wan'er thought she would never see you again

It seemed like a whisper, or a remark, looking at the hundreds of people around me as if nothing was missing, Wan'er kept saying, her longing, her memories, her fears, her expectations, everything about her!

It seems that this is not the case. She cannot express her mood, and she cannot feel the real existence of her tightly embracing body.

My daughter's thoughts have never been guessable, and they are better than all the mysterious and mysterious hearts of magical powers, but at this moment, Zhang Fan clearly felt a kind of dependence, a kind of sincerity, as if one."

He lowered his body and the faint fragrance from the ends of Wan'er's hair, and he calmed down. Zhang Fan breathed a sigh of relief. He felt that the worries and anxiety over the past few days were worth it.

Hundreds of people hugged each other in front of everyone's eyes, Zhang Fan and Wan'er were not the other people's eyes. They would not miss this scene, especially Fairy Han Yue and the young monks who were still moaning and unable to get up.

Seeing this scene, the young monks on the ground struggled to stand up one by one, and their reactions were quick and slow, but in the end there was no difference. The anger and fear on their faces disappeared, turning into a refreshing and refreshing breath.

Perhaps not everyone knows who Wan'er is? But they all know that she is their own person; perhaps none of them knows Zhang Fan's identity, but they all know his terrifying strength.

This is enough.

The real person of Nascent Soul! In this world where personal strength is earth-shaking and can reverse everything, the existence of a real person of Nascent Soul Sometimes it represents tens of millions of lives.

In today's world of immortal cultivation, a real person in Nascent Soul is far higher than millions of creatures, which is so incredible.

If the saints attacked the city on that day, even if it was just a Nascent Soul in the Poshan City, the result would be very different. They were driven away like the top of the wreckage family. They could not have been the former prides of heaven, but the survivors who had been hidden in the dark for countless years, or even all of this. It would not have happened at all. The survivors would naturally retreat if they were driven away.

Standard.

Even now, adding such a Nascent Soul Real Person who is close to his own people means that something that makes them nervous and must not happen.

That's so important!

If these sects who were in the past who were in love with each other and secretly intrigue would only feel extremely jealous of Wan'er, who was also a competitor, and would never be as happy as they are now. They would eventually unite people.

It was not only these young monks who breathed a sigh of relief, but also fairy Jiyue, who had long condensed between his eyebrows these days, had disappeared without a trace.

But I couldn't help feeling lost in my heart. The person who was like her back then was so unattainable now. As long as I was still a human being, I would inevitably hurt myself.

Their thoughts and actions are naturally hard to hide from Zhang Fan's eyes, but they are like streaming on the clear spring stone. "Ding Dongdong seems lively, but in fact, there is no trace.

He held Wan'er's face as if no one was around, gently reached out to wipe away the tears like pearls, and said dotingly: "How old is he. He still loves to cry so much."

As he said that, he did not forget to hook Gou Wan'er's nose. The decades of time seemed to have left no trace between him and Wan'er, and the natural sense of intimacy like a relative was still the same.

"Not!"

Wan'er was coquettish. It seemed that at this time she realized that she was already the focus of everyone's eyes. Her face turned red and she buried her in Zhang Fan's arms.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, this is not a place to talk, let's talk in our room!"

After all, Fairy Hanyue is Wan'er's master, but she is qualified to be called "Fellow Taoist".

Zhang Fan smiled slightly, nodded at her, then took Wan Shin's hand, and took the first step in without doubt.

Except for the moment he entered the door, he looked at a certain inconspicuous stone house in the canyon without a trace, with a thoughtful look on his face, he never paid attention to the rest.

All the Poshan monks who watched his back disappear showed no dissatisfaction, and they all looked as if they were taken for granted. There were even many Jiedan monks with slightly higher status. They looked at Fairy Han Yue who followed Zhang Fan with envious eyes, and obviously envious of her being able to have a relationship with a real person in Nascent Soul.

"Bang"

The door was closed and the sight was isolated, so naturally no one was as ungrateful as he was. He dared to explore each other with his spiritual sense, but he left in despair, with his face covered with the ease that was rare in these days.

The furnishings in the stone house are extremely simple, with two cloud beds and a pair of stone tables and chairs. There is nothing else except that.

Zhang Fan nodded secretly, sat down casually, and said calmly: "Okay, tell me now, how could it be so far?"
Chapter completed!