"Huh!" Three days later, Ling Fan finally woke up in the small cave, slowly opened his closed eyes, and breathed out softly.

"Finally healed???" Ling Fan looked at his shoulder. His shoulder was internally injured, injured by the dark energy of the man in black. After three days of recovery, he was already feeling better.

Slowly pulling apart the strip of cloth wrapped around the waist, a scar has formed on the wound a few inches above the waist. Depending on the situation, the scar will not disappear in a short time.

I remember that when Ling Fan was practicing the magic technique in the thorn bushes of the caves in the Fire Forest Mountains, almost all of his body was stabbed. However, once he recovered from his training, he could fully recover in a day or two without leaving any scars.

However, this wound was not completely healed after Ling Fan's three days and three nights of training. One can only imagine how deep this wound was.

"Hey, how is the boy's recovery?" Fumo's figure flashed and floated out.

"Don't worry, I'm still alive???" Ling Fan rolled his eyes.

"Hey, kid, what's your expression like? I'm training you. People who can't even stand this test can't become truly strong."

"Tch, don't act like you're doing it for my own good. I can't just roll my eyes. I'm happy to do it???" Ling Fan didn't care what Fu Mo said, he looked like he was mad at him.

"Hey, kid, it's still early for you to make me angry. Anyway, I've been practicing for countless years. You, a fresh-faced brat, want to make me angry, so you can train for hundreds more years." Fumo said to Ling Fan.

His appearance was not moved at all, his mood did not change at all, and he looked like he had indeed matured.

"Okay, you are awesome." Ling Fan stood up and said nothing more. He was just joking with Fu Mo, so naturally he didn't care about these words.

I looked at the cave. In fact, strictly speaking, it was not a cave at all. It was a gap at the bottom of a big mountain. It was very small inside and surrounded by rocks.

"It seems like you won't get lucky by stepping on shit in this small cave???" Ling Fan shook his head, thinking with some depression, it seems that he is not the type to get lucky by stepping on shit.

When he walked outside the small cave, he yawned and stretched his body and looked up. Suddenly, the dazzling sunlight made his eyes narrow. After adapting to the environment, he opened his eyes to see the white clouds in the clear sky. Ling Fan felt in his heart

For some reason, a melancholy suddenly arose in my heart, and I became confused: "I escaped from the Northwest Province, where should I go now? Where should I go?"

"Hehe, boy, you think you are a poet. Why should you imitate the sentimentality of those stinking scholars? You still have a long way to go. You still want to take revenge and kill Lu Xing. If you kill Xia Liu, Xia Jian will definitely not do it either.

Let you go, Lu Xing sent two people out to assassinate you, but now you have only killed one, and there is another person looking for you everywhere!"

After listening to Fu Mo's words, Ling Fan woke up with a start and patted his forehead: "It seems that because of the serious injury, there is something wrong with one of my nerves????"

On a busy street, a light blue figure was walking slowly on the street, as if strolling in a leisurely manner, not in a hurry. This person was wearing a light blue robe, and his originally resolute face was now filled with...

With a hint of laziness and comfort, holding his head in his hands and looking at the people coming and going with a relaxed expression, it was none other than Ling Fan.

After Ling Fan came out of the small cave, he randomly found a direction and arrived at this small town after walking for a short time.

This small town is called Mo City. The people in the city are different from the people in other towns. It feels like everyone has a sense of elegance. Even the hawkers on the street are not as full of market spirit as other towns.

It just fits the name Mocheng.

Ling Fan walked on the street with a relaxed expression. This was the first time he walked so relaxedly after leaving Tianlingmen. In the past, his nerves were always tense and he did not dare to slack off. Even if he was practicing in a cave

Shi Ye never relaxed, because he knew that at that time he had been in the territory of the Northwest Province, in the center of Tianling Sect's power, so he could not allow him to relax at all.

It was different now. He had escaped from the Northwest Province. Although there were Tianling Sect forces in other parts of the empire, they were too divided compared to the Northwest Province. They were just small strongholds and did not pose a threat to him at all.

Suddenly, Ling Fan, who was walking with his head in his hands, glanced out of the corner of his eye. A shop selling maps appeared in Ling Fan's field of vision. He paused in front of the shop and finally stepped into the shop.

The main reason why Ling Fan entered the store was to buy a topographic map of the Great Zhou Empire. After escaping from the Northwest Province, he found that he knew almost nothing about the topographic directions of the Great Zhou Empire. During the more than ten years in Tianlingmen, it turned out that

It's all in vain, except for cultivation, it's still practice, and I don't know some basic things.

Walking into the store, the store is not very big. There is an old man carefully drawing a map on the counter in the middle. There are several large shelves on both sides of the counter, and there are some maps on the shelves.

However, the business of this store seems not to be very good. There is only one old man in the store, and there are only two people including Ling Fan. It seems a bit deserted and does not look like a store at all.

When the old man saw Ling Fan walking in, a smile appeared on his wrinkled face: "What map does this little brother want to buy?"

"Haha, old sir, let me see for myself first." Ling Fan responded with a smile.

"Well, take a look for yourself. These maps are all hand-drawn by me. When I was young, I traveled around the empire and visited many places. Later, I was injured during another mission, so I came to Mo City and opened a restaurant.

The map shop is old. Although these maps cannot guarantee 100% accuracy, the accuracy rate can at least reach over 90%." The old man introduced to Ling Fan.

"Yes." Ling Fan nodded and walked slowly while looking up at the map on the shelf.

These maps seem a bit old. It seems that the old man has carved them for some time. It can also be seen from these old maps that the old man's business does not seem to be good, otherwise the maps would not have been stored for so long. But these

There is no dust on the old maps. It can be seen that the old man still cherishes these old maps and does not abandon them.

He reached out and flipped through the maps, and suddenly a map full of simplicity and vicissitudes of life appeared in his sight.

Ling Fan reached out and picked up this map. Strictly speaking, this is not a map, because there are no terrain routes on it. There are just some people in weird clothes doing various actions and weird but weird people.

Small characters full of vicissitudes of life, these small characters are as densely packed as tadpoles.

"Boy, this map is a bit mysterious. I don't even recognize the people and fonts on it. I'll buy it first."
Chapter completed!