The main peak of Lianyun Mountain Range, the gate of Faxiangzong.

Condensing auspiciousness and gathering auspiciousness, white cranes gather together, a scene of a blessed fairy family.

There are clouds and fog rising around, or gathering at the top of the peak, if there is an umbrella opening; or it is hanging at the foot of the mountain, as if it wants to fly to the sky by fog.

There are so many changes, no one can stand it.

After three months, when I saw the sect again, what Zhang Fan thought and thought were different from the past.

If you have no personal experience, how can you understand that without the power to promote and demote the quiet and bright, the power of life and death, and the cold and ruthless heart, how could you have such a peaceful and peaceful, quiet and unrestrained situation?

After pondering for a moment, Zhang Fan stepped forward and entered the sect again.

...

Along the way, I greeted my fellow disciples from time to time, chatted and stopped, and only half a time later did I see a simple and elegant palace from afar.

——Morning Star Palace, where the collection of Dharma Xiang Sect is located.

The destination was right in front of you, and Zhang Fan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

On the way, the students' eyes were friendly and their actions were enthusiastic, which made him sigh while he couldn't bear it.

This is just that there is a gap between the core disciples of the sect and the inner disciples of the other people in their own identities, so they dare not come forward and get close to each other. Otherwise, he would not be able to get here for another hour.

But all this was absolutely impossible three months ago.

It is not that the disciples of the sect are low and tend to be arrogant. From their words and deeds, Zhang Fan can clearly feel the sincerity. Before, although he had the sign of a core disciple, he was not outstanding in appearance, did not speak astonishingly, and was low-key. How could he be taken seriously by these proud and proud people, let alone any complaints.

At this time, since the facts have proved his strength and potential, we naturally have to make friends. This has nothing to do with it, it is just that the wolf dances with the sheep, the dragon does not live with the snake, and the status of the strong will be proud of themselves.

Although Zhang Fan did not agree with this, he could understand their ideas. After all, this is in line with all the universal mentality of respecting strength in the world of immortal cultivation.

So, I had to deal with it one by one with great patience.

After calming down his slightly impetuous mood, Zhang Fan was about to step forward, but he saw a green shadow flashing out of the Morning Star Hall, then turned into a stream of light, and suddenly passed away.

As he passed by his body, Qingying paused a little, as if he was calling.

"It's him!" As this person signaled, Zhang Fan also saw his appearance clearly, and it turned out to be an old friend who had always been interested in him.

Han Wei!

"What did he do here?" As soon as the doubt emerged, there was an answer.

In a blink of an eye, a scene emerged from memory.

"Little baby, you have been trapped in the top floor for a long time. Do you want to break through the bottleneck?" The person who spoke had a cunning look, and after a long time, it was still as if it was in front of him.

"Uncle Kang!" Zhang Fan's face appeared with a smile and thought to himself: "It seems that this old man's method of fishing fish on a big net has been quite effective!"

Since Han Wei appeared here, it is very likely that he had obtained the Blood Spirit Fruit.

When Zhang Fan took the fruit that day, he judged the surrounding environment. Adding the mysterious map jade slip, it is very certain that in the Wuhui Valley, there is only the bloodthirsty vine in the forest that is formed by a single tree.

Moreover, when he was taking the blood spirit fruit, there were no bloodthirsty vines guarded by a large number of monsters and cicadas outside the forest, but he had already killed them all. Han Wei had to work hard to obtain the spirit fruit and take great risks.

"It's true that there are some skills." Zhang Fan smiled slightly and stopped caring about it. Even if this person is capable, what should he do with him? Even if he really has a day to draw his sword, he will not be afraid of him.

I don’t know how many people were entrusted by Uncle Kang like him and Han Wei, but I think most of them are probably already in the valley, right? The old man has committed a lot of evil!

With a thought in my heart, I quickly entered the Morning Star Palace and found the place where Uncle Kang was familiar.

The old man was still as white as his hair was messy and loose, his face was covered with wrinkles. The difference was that compared with half a year ago, his expression was even more gray, his death aura became more obvious, and his body was faintly emitting a rotten smell.

Life span is exhausted and not far from death.

It is not difficult for anyone to understand this Uncle Kang like this.

This is also the most feared moment for all monks. In order to avoid this day, what else can't be done?

Sighing secretly, Zhang Fan approached and gently tapped the table in front of Old Man Kang.

"Uh!" Old Man Kang was stunned for a moment, looked him up and down with his turbid eyes, then he looked happy and said, "You are here! Have you ever succeeded?"

"Uncle Kang, if you don't get it, how dare you come to see you?" Zhang Fan replied with a smile.

"Okay, okay, that's good." Old man Kang rubbed his palm excitedly, and his whole body seemed excited, and his deep and dead energy was slightly diluted.

After saying that, the old man barely widened his small eyes, which were pressed into a thread by wrinkles, stared straight at Zhang Fan's Qiankun bag, and was reluctant to move it away for a while.

Zhang Fan did not mean to take out the bloody spirit fruit immediately, but instead asked: "Uncle Kang, I seemed to see Junior Brother Han leave here just now, I don't know..."

Hearing this, the old man laughed, took out a jade box from the Qiankun bag, opened it with a "bang", and spread it in front of Zhang Fan.

Inside, there were three fruits that looked like ink and smelled like blood, which were no different from the seven in his hand. They were indeed the Blood Spirit Fruit.

After confirming what he thought, Zhang Fan also took out a jade box of similar size and opened it in front of him, revealing the same three fruits inside, and pushing them to Old Man Kang.

"Okay, okay, haha, it should be enough." Old Man Kang showed ecstasy expression, and said repeatedly while stroking the blood spirit fruit with his thin fingers as he was like chicken feet.

Zhang Fan looked at him Shi Wei with a smile, and after he carefully put the spirit fruit, he asked: "Don't Uncle Kang have three of Junior Brother Han? I still need this one from the boy? The blood spirit pill is ineffective for multiple doses, so what's the use of so many refining?"

The old man gave him a blank look and said, "Do you think refining alchemy is just like playing? Humph, I have been studying the refining of the Blood Spirit Pill fifty years ago, and I have not been absolutely sure now. If I don't prepare a few, what should I do if I fail?"

"By the way, the old man can't take the doll's things in vain. Tell me, what do you want? Just like Boy Han, you need the foundation-building pill?" Old man Kang said with a ball of cannon as if he had thought about something.

Judging from his appearance, he seemed to want to rush directly to the alchemy room without stopping, so that he could stay here to chat with Zhang Fan, because the transaction was not completed yet.

Zhang Fan smiled, without making any requests. Instead, he took out a jade box from Qiankun bag, put it in his hand and stroked it for a while before saying, "Uncle Kang, can I ask a question for me?"
Chapter completed!