"Brother~~Brother~"

The soft clothes like the night, the beautiful and lovely shadow leans against the door, and when the spring flowers bloom, the edge of the stream is fragrant!

- Wan'er!

The quiet temperament of such a beautiful woman in the empty valley is only seen in her life, but Uncle Wan'er is alone!

"Wan'er!"

Zhang Fan let out a sigh of relief and slowly relaxed.

Suddenly, from the moment he stepped out and shook the heavens and the earth, the wind that was whistling in the frozen saffron valley also stopped suddenly, as if at this moment, there was an invisible force oppressing, not allowing this uninteresting wind to disturb the purity.

At the same time, hundreds of young monks were dragged into the air like kites.

"Crackling", like rain, hundreds of people, etc., suddenly lost their strength, and they all fell from the air.

At that moment, the spiritual power that was imprisoned so that it was almost impossible to perceive its existence also regained control in an instant, if it weren't for that, it would be strange to fall from the air like this, and not to fall to death.

By this time, many of them could not figure out what had happened, and they were thrown into the sky in a daze, dragged like a kite, and thrown down like dead pork in a daze.

There were also those who reacted faster, sat on the ground, glared at Zhang Fan angrily, but it didn't stop there, let them step forward again, but no one was willing to do it.

Just kidding, among the hundreds of them, the vast majority of them are leaders in the foundation building period, and there are many young Sect Masters in the foundation building period, what is the result? No one has the power to resist, whether it is foundation building or Jiedan, it is a treatment, the other party didn't even glance at it, and went to the sky in a daze.

What does this mean?

As long as you are not a fool, you all understand how terrible Zhang Fan is, the pride of these sects is not a hillbilly who has never seen the world, and the first time I thought of four words: "Yuanying Zhenren"!

In addition to Yuanying Zhenren, who else can easily trample their pride on the ground, can play with them in the palm of their hands, and life and death are just a thought?

Let them argue with Yuan Ying Zhenren? How is this possible? These young monks, who are known as "hope," will naturally weigh it.

Therefore, although all of them were emotional, and their expressions were distorted by anger and fear, none of them made noise or stepped forward to seek death, and they were all silent.

But no matter what, there is no difference between them, Zhang Fan and Wan'er didn't look at them again at all, especially Zhang Fan, since they can see Wan'er, these juniors have nothing to care about.

What they don't know is that if in the end, Zhang Fan didn't find Wan'er's whereabouts in this frozen Red Flower Valley, then they would inevitably become the target of his anger, and that fate would really be unbearable.

All said, sometimes at a loss, isn't it a kind of happiness, otherwise, I'm afraid it's the faces of the people in the field, I'm afraid it's more than half green.

At this moment, in the portal behind Wan'er, a plump middle-aged beautiful woman walked out slowly with light steps and an indescribable mature and charming posture.

- Cold Moon!

Zhang Fan recognized at first glance that this middle-aged beautiful woman was the Cold Moon Fairy he saw in the place where Xuanyin Sect Wan'er was recuperating when he broke through the inner city of the mountain city angrily.

Her body was still wrapped with a gloomy and cold aura that seemed to leak from the Nine Shades, everything was the same as back then, but it could no longer arouse Zhang Fan's slightest vigilance.

This person is also Wan'er's master.

For the sake of the face of this identity, Zhang Fan nodded slightly, which can be regarded as a greeting.

Han Yue didn't dare to slack off, and bowed respectfully, but she didn't say hello in a funny way, but just by looking at the disbelief, loss, loss and ecstasy between her eyebrows, you knew what she thought.

Just imagine, a young man who had cultivated about the same level as himself back then, or even a little lower, would have reacted like this when he met again when the building was about to collapse, but he was already standing at a height that he had never been able to reach in his life.

Cold Moon Fairy's thoughts, but Zhang Fan didn't care about them at all, and in his current status, he no longer needed to pay attention to the thoughts of these Jiedan monks, no matter what thoughts they had, they couldn't damage them at all, and it wasn't worth his effort.

This feeling of standing on a high place and looking down, if it were changed to him, it might make Zhang Fan sigh, but now, it was a flash, and all his attention was fixed on the girl in front of him who came to this underground immortal cultivation world with him and accompanied him through the most lonely time.

"Brother~"

Wan'er finally recovered from the shock of ecstasy, pounced with cheers, and plunged into Zhang Fan's arms.

Feeling the softness and warmth in his arms, as well as the instant wetness on his chest, Zhang Fan smiled gently, and reached out to stroke the black hair that was spread out and smooth like brocade.

"Brother, I miss you so much!"

"Wan'er thought she would never see you again. ”

............ It seemed to be whispering, and it was like talking, looking at the hundreds of people around her as if they were nothing, Wan'er kept talking, her thoughts, her memories, her fears, her expectations...... Her everything!

It doesn't seem to be like this, she can't express her feelings, and she can't feel the real existence of the body that is tightly embraced.

Her daughter's mind has always been unpredictable, better than all supernatural and unpredictable hearts, but at this moment, Zhang Fan clearly felt a kind of dependence, a kind of closeness, and a sincere feeling like one.

"Whew~"

Sniffing the faint fragrance from Wan'er's body and the tips of her hair, the whole person calmed down, Zhang Fan let out a sigh of relief, and only felt that the worries and anxieties of the past few days were worth it.

Hundreds of people hugged each other in front of their eyes, Zhang Fan and Wan'er were not watching others, they would not miss this scene, especially the Cold Moon Fairy and those young monks who were still moaning on the ground and couldn't get up.

Seeing this scene, the young monks on the ground struggled to stand up one by one, reacting quickly and slowly, but in the end there was no difference, the anger and fear on their faces dissipated, and turned into a sigh of relief.

They, maybe not everyone knows who Wan'er is, but they all know that she is their own, and none of them know Zhang Fan's identity, but they all know his terrifying strength.

That's enough.

In this world where personal strength is earth-shattering and can turn everything around, the existence of a real person sometimes represents tens of millions of human lives.

On this balance in the world of cultivating immortals, a Yuanying real person is much higher than tens of millions of living beings, which is so incredible.

If it is said that when the remnants of the Holy Clan attack the city, the side of the Broken Mountain City can have even more than just a Yuan Baby, the result will be very different, and those who are driven away and hiding like lost dogs cannot be them, the proud sons of the sky in the past, but those remnants who have been hidden in the shadows for countless years, and even all this will not happen at all, and the remnants will naturally retreat in the face of difficulties and choose another target.

Even now, having such a close relationship with their own people means that things that make them worry cannot happen.

That's how important it is!

If it were said in the past, these proud sons of the sect who were friends openly and secretly intrigued, would only feel extremely jealous when Wan'er, who was also a competitor, met a real person, and they would definitely not be as happy and miserable as they are now, and they will unite people after all.

It was not only these young monks who were also relieved, but the Cold Moon Fairy on the side also breathed a sigh of relief, and the word "Chuan" that grew between the eyebrows of these children disappeared without a trace.

It's just inevitable that I feel like I'm lost, and the people who were similar to her back then are now so unattainable, as long as they are still human, they will inevitably hurt themselves.

Their thoughts and actions are naturally difficult to hide from Zhang Fan's eyes, but they are like clear spring stones, and they seem to be lively, but in fact, there is no trace at all.

He held Wan'er's face as if no one was around, gently reached out to wipe away the tears like pearls, and said dotingly: "What a person, you still love to cry so much." ”

As he spoke, he didn't forget to hook Gou Wan'er's nose, and the decades of time didn't seem to leave any traces between him and Wan'er, and the natural intimacy like a family member was still the same.

"Not really!"

Wan'er sneered, as if she had only realized that she was already the focus of everyone's attention at this time, and couldn't help blushing and buried herself in Zhang Fan's arms.

"Zhang Daoyou, this is not the place to talk, let's talk in the house!"

After all, the Cold Moon Fairy is Wan'er's master, but she is qualified to be called a "Taoist friend".

Zhang Fan smiled slightly, nodded at her, and then took Wan'er's little hand and entered first without doubt.

Except for the moment he entered the door, he glanced at an inconspicuous stone house in the canyon without a trace, and looked thoughtful, and he didn't pay attention to the rest of the matter.

All the mountain-breaking monks who watched his back disappear did not show any dissatisfaction, and even looked like they were all taken for granted, and there were even many monks with a slightly higher status, who looked at the Cold Moon Fairy who followed Zhang Fan with envy, obviously envious of her being able to make friends with a Yuanying real person.

"Bang"

The door was closed, cutting off the line of sight, naturally no one was so ignorant of what to do, and dared to explore each other with divine sense, so they had to leave one by one, and their faces were covered with the rare light of these words.

Inside the stone house, the furnishings are extremely simple, two cloud beds, a pair of stone tables and chairs, and nothing else.

Zhang Fan nodded secretly, sat down casually, and said indifferently: "Okay, tell me now, how did it come to such a point?"

(To be continued)