Seeing Zhang Xiaofan leave, Faxiang couldn't help asking: "Junior brother, do you really want to tell him everything about that year?"

Fang Qian nodded and said, "This matter is a fault in my Tianyin Temple. If you blindly deceive me, when things are unstoppable, it will only be an uncontrollable situation. At that time, the harm to him will only be greater, and I, Tianyin Temple, will not be out of the matter."

Faxiang sighed and did not persuade him again, but he still asked curiously: "Junior brother, you seem to be optimistic about him, and even gave him two volumes of heavenly books."

He also practiced two volumes of heavenly books himself, so he naturally knew what a precious technique it was.

Fang Qian said calmly: "It's just some dead things, it can be regarded as some compensation from my Tianyin Temple."

Of course he had another more important reason.

His experience at the Sleeping Buddha Ridge made him realize that the world of Zhuxian was much larger than he knew, especially the huge figure he had seen with the power of the Ten Abyssal Formation, which were things he had never known.

He vaguely felt that he would encounter some terrible enemies in the future. Even if he was confident, he would inevitably be unable to be able to achieve anything more than he could.

As the saying goes, two fists cannot beat four hands. If you can have a powerful helper who practices the Five Books of Heaven and holds the Zhuxian Sword in your hand, it will naturally be the best.

......

Since returning to the Dazhu Peak team, Zhang Xiaofan has seemed very silent, but he is often dull and no one cares. However, Tian Ling'er, who has a deep relationship with him, asked more questions.

"Junior brother, your face is not very good. Why, are you uncomfortable?"

Zhang Xiaofan looked at his senior sister's beautiful face and was in a daze. After a while, he shook his head and whispered: "I'm fine, I'm just a little worried about tomorrow's competition."

Tian Ling'er thought he was worried about tomorrow's competition, so she patted his shoulder gently and said comfortingly: "Xiaofan, it's okay. I can't beat you then. Don't hold on. Just take it as a long experience. Dad won't blame you."

Zhang Xiaofan responded softly, saying nothing, but he just gritted his teeth unconsciously.

......

The night became darker, and after several senior brothers from Dazhu Peak fell asleep, Zhang Xiaofan quietly left the room alone.

He found a very remote place and took out the two golden silk cloths from his arms.

He slowly spread it open, and the first thing he saw was a few ancient seals he accidentally saw during the day.

Heaven and earth are unkind and regard all things as straw dogs!

Ancient seal scripts flowed in his eyes, and the more he looked, the more fascinated he became. As if there was endless mystery slowly unfolding towards him between the lines, the meager magic power in his body also took action.

In an instant, the two silk cloths suddenly had golden light flashes. In the light, the powerful ancient seal scripts were sank into Zhang Xiaofan's body like a milk swallow returning to his nest.

The next moment, the golden light disappeared without a trace, and the two silk cloths were like old things that had been decaying for countless years, turning into countless dusts and scattering around with the weather.

However, Zhang Xiaofan couldn't see this scene. He closed his eyes tightly and focused his whole mind on the ancient seal script that suddenly poured into his mind.

At this time, he finally knew the names of these two volumes of martial arts.

Volume 2 of the Book of Heaven, Volume 4!

Of course, he naturally didn't see it, a few hundred meters away from him, his senior sister was hugging other men happily.

.........

In the early morning, in a quiet room, Fang Qian slowly stood up, looking full of joy.

Because just last night, he had completely refined most of the ghosts in the Nine Profound Tower, and now there are only a few remaining thousands of soul corpses left.

But in the near future, it will be completely solved.

The Dharma image on the side had already risen for a while. He looked at Fang Qian's expression and said, "My junior brother is so happy, but what good thing happened?"

Fang Qian smiled and said, "You can tell me the joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, why is joy ranked first?"

After thinking about the Dharma image, he asked in confusion: "Why?"

Fang Qian opened the door wide, walked out the door, looked at the skylight outside, and said with emotion: "Isn't people living just for happiness?"

Fa Xiang shook his head and laughed, but after a while, he nodded thoughtfully.

Seeing that Fang Qian had already walked away, he hurriedly followed him.

As soon as the two arrived at the square and stepped into the sea of ​​clouds, they saw Zeng Shushu, who had a relationship with him, pestering Zhang Xiaofan, chasing him, chattering endlessly, but their eyes were staring at the gray little monkey on Zhang Xiaofan's body.

Fang Qian felt a little emotional when he watched the two get along because of Xiao Hui again, but after realizing a familiar aura on Zhang Xiaofan, the smile on his face became a little stronger.

There are two volumes of heavenly books as the foundation. Even if it is just a preliminary practice and combined with the Soul-Devouring Stick, it is enough to allow Zhang Xiaofan to pass the first round of competition.

After that, his cultivation level will grow like a rocket, and it will not gradually ease until a certain level.

This is how it is to accumulate strength.

At this time, Zhang Xiaofan also noticed his arrival. The two looked at each other, then looked away from their eyes without any other communication.

After breakfast, many disciples of Qingyun gathered on the square and stood around eight huge arenas built with Bagua.

In this competition, there were 64 people, so eight people were in a group, with four groups in each ring.

Fang Qian was assigned to the Kan ring, and it happened to be the first to start.

This matter has become the most lively place among the eight arenas. Many disciples are trying to cheer for Fang Qian's opponent Yan Hongyi. He is from the Dragon Shou Peak lineage and is not weak. Moreover, when he left the station at this time, it represents their ambition to a certain extent. Naturally, he cannot weaken his momentum.

Of course, some disciples are also trying to investigate information. After all, those who dare to challenge them, if they are not fools, they will definitely have good cultivation. They do not think that those who can represent Tianyin Temple to communicate with Qingyun Sect would be fools.

Therefore, if they come here, it would be better if they can prepare for the future.

At this time, Yan Hongyi had already stood on the ring. He was wearing a green robe, with a high hair and a straight eyebrows and eyes, which was quite elegant.

Obviously carefully dressed up.

As soon as he came on stage, countless cheers and applause were immediately received.

He suppressed the joy in his heart, looked at Fang Qian in the audience with a cold expression, and drank: "What are Junior Brother Fahai waiting for? Are you afraid?"

Suddenly, many disciples around him cooperated and booed one after another and began to cheer.

Fang Qian chuckled, looked around, and didn't answer, and walked onto the ring step by step with calmness.

However, even with his calm and composed attitude, every step he took had an extraordinary power. When he walked onto the arena, everyone around him couldn't help but calm down under an invisible pressure.

He looked at Yan Hongyi and said calmly: "Disciple Qingyun, can you only be polite?"
Chapter completed!