Zhu Jiuxiao sips a tea cup with heavy salmon, and tea water splashed everywhere. Cracked marks suddenly appeared on the tea cup.

"Long Yun, did your master say that he would go into seclusion for seven days to refine magic weapons?"

Zhu Jiuzhang shouted, called Long Yun, who was guarding the weapon refining room, and asked, "Such as he asked."

"How dare you deceive your disciples?"

Long Yun was so oppressed by the bitter aura emitted from Zhu Jiuxiao. Zhu Jiuxiao was always kind-hearted in front of their disciples under Donghua. He felt his terrifying appearance when he showed his might.

Is it a blessing to suppress the world for hundreds of years?!"

Zhu Jiuxiao noticed that Long Yun's face was wrong. Then he realized that he was out of control. He took a deep breath, restrained his breath, and said hatefully: "The old skeleton is becoming more and more cunning as he grows older. If he doesn't show up in front of him, he will be so angry that he will be so angry."

Long Yun knew a little about what happened, but the anxiety on his face had never been reduced. He couldn't respond, so he smiled bitterly, and subconsciously wanted to walk outside the refining room to wait.

Just at this moment, with a "boom", the stone door of the refining room opened, and a dazzling golden light burst out, as if the clouds were cleared and the sun was shining.

Under the golden light on his face, Zhu Jiuxiao suddenly stood up, and Long Yun also bowed, looking at the body walking out.

At this time, Zhang Fan's face was somewhat pale. The seven-day high-intensity refining weapon almost made him run out of oil, and it was no less than a slightest kill than a fierce fight.

Although I have taken pills indoors to regulate my breathing, I can still see some traces from my expression.

Although his complexion was not very good, there was a happier look between Zhang Fan's eyebrows, and it was obvious that he had successfully refined the weapon.

In addition to Mo Ling on his shoulder, there was something else that he usually didn't have in his hands.

At first glance, it looks like a golden feather, but the handle is long, it seems to be a grip. When it claps the heart of the tripod, it occasionally spreads out, and it turns out to be a feather fan made of several golden feathers.

One golden flame seven feather fan.

This treasure, named by Zhang Fan as the Golden Flame Seven-Pet Fan, was made by him exhausted his efforts and worked hard for seven days.

This magic weapon has some traces of the seven-bird fan he refined when he was a teenager. The difference is that it is made of purely golden crow feathers. One sword can break all the techniques. One strength can resist the weak, which is enough.

Besides, where can we find the other six powerful demon birds that can be compared with the Golden Crow?

If you can become this treasure, fight the wind sea, break through the ancestral courtyard of Ten Thousand Demons, you will have more confidence in the next battle.

Zhang Ji's good mood of getting Zhibao again did not change until he saw Zhu Jiuxiao and Long Yun.

"Um?"

Zhang Fan frowned slightly, and the joy on his face gradually faded away.

If it were the case, Long Yun would have come forward to congratulate his master on his successful treasure refining; Zhu Jiuxiao's hearty laughter and his drunken invitation would have filled his ears.

Now,

"Senior Brother Zhu, but what happened?"

Zhang Fan quickly stepped forward and came to Zhu Jiuxiao. He asked intently looking at his eyes.

"Mama", this

Zhu Jiuxiao looked around and withered, and after a while, he sighed: "Aren't we discussing with the Fantasy Demon Dao and the Yuling Sect? Should we solve Fenghai first or the Ancestral Court of Ten Thousand Demons?"

"Well, senior brother said frankly!"

Zhang Fan's heart sank suddenly, and an unknown premonition surged into his heart.

“Now, no need to choose.”

"Sea of ​​wind!"

Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows and said suspiciously: "Feng Hai has taken action?

"Um!"

Zhu Jiuxiao nodded and looked at him with a little concern.

After a moment of silence, a cold light suddenly appeared in Zhang Fan's eyes, like the coldest black ice, the condensed stars in the sky.

At that moment, the two men's unusual behavior, Zhu Jiuxiao's generous personality suddenly became squeaky, and waited to flash through his mind. "Is something wrong with Xiruo?"

Extremely suddenly, Zhang Fan suddenly said something.

As he finished speaking, he saw a look of surprise flashing across Zhu Jiuxiao and Long Yun's faces, and his heart sank little by little, deep and cold.

"So brave!"

Zhang Fan punched the stone table with a sudden punch. He was obviously extremely angry. With a slap, the solid bluestone table collapsed and dispersed, and it was all made of powder.

"Zhang has not killed anyone for a long time, so he is regarded as cowardly. He dares to touch my Taoist partner. They are tired of living."

With the loud noise, Mo Ling, who had been sleeping on Zhang Fan's shoulder, was suddenly awakened and spread her wings. He looked around in fear, but found that there were acquaintances around him and there were no foreign enemies. He couldn't help but land again strangely and pecked Zhang Fan's hair.

As he stroked the Mo Ling, who seemed to be made of gold, Zhang Fan's heart calmed down a little.

Without Zhu Jiuxiao's clear explanation, he had already judged the general situation.

Among the three sects of Qinzhou, the Fantasy Demon Dao is mostly responsible for supervising the affairs of the Fenghai. Since the Fenghai is rippling, the Fantasy Demon Dao is the first to be affected.

Even if the illusion and demonic path is dead, Zhu Jiuxiao and Long Yun will never show such a look in front of him, so there is only one possibility.

A pity!

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Fan almost suppressed his worries and anger, his face turned pale, and he asked coldly: "Senior Brother Zhu, what's the situation?"

“Master

Long Yun walked forward with a worried look on his face. Zhang Fan just waved his hand and looked at Zhu Jiuxiao with bright eyes.

"The magical demon tells you, Fairy Xiruo, a fairy who is patrolling the coast, disappeared!"

Zhu Jiuxiao said the simple meaning of the core, and then looked at Zhang Fan worriedly like a dragon cloud.

“Missing?”

Zhang Fan asked back, and saw Zhu Jiuxiao nodding sadly. He suddenly looked back and reached out to a stone house in the distance. Xu grabbed a hand.

"boom!"

The bluestone danhu in the stone house, and even the front wall exploded, a little jade light penetrated through the flying earth and stones in the sky, and fell into his hands.

They were two jade rings, connected to each other, and looked a bit like the magic weapon Qiankun Circle he used when he was a teenager.

Of course, it’s just a similar appearance. This is not a magic weapon, but a treasure developed by Zhang Fan.

This treasure has no offense and defense, but only has the effect of the natal heart lamp, which can understand the current situation of life and death placed by the soul.

The jade ring divides the Yin shame, the Yin ring represents Xiruo. The Yang ring is Zhang Fan himself.

He has refined two pieces of this treasure in total, in duplicate, and there is an inexplicable connection between them.

The one in Zhang Fan's hand only entrusts his own soul to the Yang ring, while the Yin ring is empty; if you cherish what you have in your hand, the opposite is true.

If there is a problem with her piece, the one in Zhang Fan's hand will also be revealed.

At this time, the jade Qiankun circle in Zhang Fan's hand was transparent and green, without any flaws. There was still fluorescent flow, which was indescribable to be loved.

"call"

Seeing this, he let out a long breath, his tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and his body shook for a moment, which made Long Yun hurriedly come forward to support him.

“Difficult,”

Zhu Jiuxiao's expression moved, and he guessed something. He asked quickly.

"If the soul is immortal, the jade ring is pure and flawless, and it will never be restricted."

Zhang Fan's eyebrows reappeared in freshness and said with a long breath.

"That's good, that's good

Zhu Jiuxiao also breathed a sigh of relief.

They naturally knew that the immortal soul means that the soul is still in the world, and the soul is not banned, which means that she has not been captured. Otherwise, any magical power that can suppress the real person of the Nascent Soul and make her unable to resist will not be able to avoid the soul. Even Zhang Fan's universe in his sleeve is no exception.

"Senior Brother Zhu, when did this happen?"

Although Zhang Fan breathed a sigh of relief, he knew that it was far from time to time to rest. Since the other party dared to take action against Xiruo, he was fully confident. Even if he had not been captured yet, he would be in danger.

"this morning!"

Zhu Jiuxiao replied affirmatively, this is the news from the illusion and demonic path.

"fine."

Zhang Fan looked up at the sky. Although the sun set, it had not yet completely set. It took only five or six hours to happen, and it was still time.

"Apart from that, what are the changes in Fenghai?"

Since he had to go, he naturally had to find out the enemy's situation. Even if he was anxious, he never stopped calm.

"No, it's calm."

Zhu Jiuxiao shook his head. He had already realized that there was something wrong with it, but there was too little information to judge.

"Still calm?"

Zhang Fan was stunned and puzzled.

If Feng Hai noticed something wrong, he would be strong first and come out in full force, but he wouldn't think there was anything strange about it. Now this is so abnormal.
To be continued...