Yan Beigui stood at the front of the flying sword, his hands were sealed, and from time to time one or two bright lights were shot, and he tried his best to control the flying sword under him.

Xun Nanshan was suspended in front of a flaming refining furnace, concentrating, dancing with big sleeves, and refining weapons.

The flower monk, the old drunkard and Du Fan were sitting together, chatting about something.

"So, Mrs. Han's identity is really unusual?" Du Fan looked shocked and uncertain.

"When we infiltrated Nangong's lair, we had seen this woman, and the respectful attitude of the Nangong clan towards her was by no means fake, and under curiosity, Boss Yan also secretly launched an investigation into this woman...... "The old drunkard said while recalling.

"What was the result?" asked Du Fan.

"There is nothing surprising about this woman herself, she is indeed a mortal, the key is his man, and his identity is probably not simple. The old drunkard said with a solemn expression.

"Senior brother, the man you are talking about will not be the head of the Han family, Han Yuansheng, right?"

"Of course not. The old drunkard was stunned for a moment, and then laughed and said: "Han Yuansheng, the so-called master of the first family of the Martial Domain, compared to that person, is not even a single hair of someone's hair, of course, if the situation is true." ”

"What is the origin of that person?" At this moment, Du Fan's curiosity was overflowing, he had already guessed a little, and even determined, Han Qianxue was not Han Yuansheng's biological daughter at all, and now it seems that this is indeed the case, and the man in the mouth of the old drunkard is most likely Han Qianxue's biological father.

"It's probably not from this realm. Monk Hua spoke, and said so.

"Not a person from this realm?!" Du Fan was taken aback and immediately asked, "Between the upper realm and the lower realm, can you walk around casually?"

"Theoretically speaking, people from the lower realm can go to the upper realm, and the only way is to ascend, but people from the upper realm cannot descend to the lower realm, this is the law of the interface, irreversible, but there is no absolute, no matter how strong the law is, it also has its loopholes and negligence, so ten thousand years ago, the upper realm descended powerful people one after another, wanting to launch a lore against the master, so things against the sky can happen, but it must be accompanied by unimaginable costs. Monk Hua said slowly.

"The arrival of the power of the Upper Realm should be a major event that is enough to stir up the entire Blue Star Realm, right?" Du Fan asked.

"That's natural, according to rumors, if the power of the upper realm breaks through the boundary, in addition to the heavenly and earth anomalies such as storms, lightning and thunder, the origin aura of the entire interface will be disordered and abnormal, seriously affecting the cultivation of cultivators, even low-level cultivators at the level of Qi refining can easily feel it. Monk Hua nodded.

"But such a thing, at least in the last few thousand years, has not happened, otherwise I should have heard of it on the Kyushu Continent. Du Fan was puzzled in his heart.

"This is also what makes us wonder, so the mystery shrouded in Mrs. Han must hide a shocking secret, and all of this must be inextricably linked with the Nangong family. Monk Hua had a serious face.

"Could it be that the cultivation that came from the Upper Realm ten thousand years ago, due to various reasons, did not fall in the Upper Realm, nor did he return to the Upper Realm, but always stayed in the Upper Realm?"

"This is impossible, the longevity of the god transformation period is two thousand years, even if the cultivation of the people in the upper realm is more than this, but when they come to the lower realm and are suppressed by the power of the interface law, they will not exceed this realm, of course, the master is an exception, and only the master can step out of this limit, everyone else, including the cultivation of the upper realm, even if they have special means and anti-heaven treasures, the longevity will be delayed for one or two thousand years, but it is absolutely impossible to live out thousands of years. Monk Hua shook his head and gave a negative answer.

Du Fan nodded, agreed, then remembered something, and said to himself: "It's a pity, although I successfully searched for the soul of the martial old lady of the Nangong family before, but the information I obtained about Mrs. Han is still very small, it seems that if you want to understand the true situation of Mrs. Han, you can only know it from the mouth of the martial saint of the family, but the mouth of a martial saint is not so easy to pry open." ”

"Little junior brother, you forgot, not long ago, we just killed a Nangong Martial Saint, and the head of that Martial Saint was lying in your senior brother's storage treasure. Monk Hua smiled.

"That's right, not long after that person died, the spirit should not be dispersed, as long as you search for it, you can get the news she knows about Madam Han, and in addition, it is even possible to grasp the weaknesses, handles, and secrets of the Nangong family. Du Fan's eyes lit up.

"Not as optimistic as you think, some deep-seated secrets, such as the Nangong family's bloodline inheritance, historical secrets and other important memories, must be covered by prohibitions, and they will be shattered at the touch of a button, and it is impossible for outsiders to know. The old drunkard said, it seemed that he didn't have much hope and expectation for the Martial Saint Soul Search, or maybe he had done something similar before, but with little success.

"Then give it a try, and maybe there will be a surprise. Du Fan still insisted.

"Good. The old drunkard smiled, did not object, and then shouted at Yan Beigui: "Boss Yan, borrow the head of the martial saint." ”

"Whoosh!" The head of the red-faced old man flew out of Yan Beigui's waist, and in a flash, it was suspended in front of the old drunkard, the flower monk, and Du Fan.

"Little junior brother, come on. The old drunkard pointed to the red-faced old man's head and made a gesture of please.

"Can I? this work, he's a martial saint......" Du Fan froze, feeling a little unreal, let him start a soul search technique on a martial saint? This is too hasty, is it just a joke.

"Why can't it work, it's a big deal to fail!" At this time, Yan Beigui glanced back at Du Fan and said very domineeringly.

The old drunkard and the flower monk smiled and gave Du Fan an encouraging look.

"Okay, I'll try it then...... But let's say it first, if it fails, this head will inevitably be shattered due to the collapse of the Yuan Shen Space, and there will not even be scum left at that time. "Du Fan is not confident and is looking for a way back for himself.

"It's broken, it's useless anyway, I originally planned to use this head to worship the master, but I don't know where the master is buried....... Yan Beigui waved his hand, and his face was stunned.

Du Fan's heart was horizontal, and he threw away many scruples, and immediately launched the soul search technique, tossing the head of the red-faced old man.

In the end, he actually succeeded, and spied some of the memories from the red-faced old man's primordial spirit.

Of course, most of these memories are inconsequential, and the deep-seated things involving the Nangong family are all protected by prohibitions and cannot be studied deeply. (To be continued.) )