Under the pitch-black water, a transparent shield separates the inside and outside into two worlds.

Zhang Fan sat in the center of the shield, relying on the rich aura here, immersed himself in cultivation, running the technique again and again, and constantly consolidating the cultivation of the eighth layer.

At this time, one foot stepped forward steadily, stepped on the dry grass, and at the same time stepped into the range of his divine sense.

Zhang Fan frowned, his eyes opened, and in this dark environment, there seemed to be two lightning flashes.

The owner of the foot seemed to be unaware of his divine consciousness, and took another step forward with the same frequency, and the whole person was outlined in his divine consciousness.

"It turned out to be him. A playful expression flashed on Zhang Fan's face.

......

Han Hao walked forward at a steady frequency, heading towards the scorched earth not far away.

After taking two more steps forward, he suddenly paused, stopped in mid-air with one foot but did not put it down, but slowly retracted it.

At the same time, Han Hao inserted one hand into the Qiankun bag, and with the other hand, he showed the spirit talisman that he had been holding in the palm of his hand, and looked at it vigilantly.

There was no movement around him, but the feeling of being watched lingered, and his face gradually became solemn.

Han Wei was dressed in green clothes, and at first glance he was an outer disciple of the Faxiang Sect, and his cultivation was only about seven layers, so he was obviously a soft persimmon. Such a situation naturally attracts peeps, and along the way, he has dealt with five rounds of plots, escaped three times, killed two times, and his vigilance has been raised to the highest.

Standing in his position, he could already see the situation on the scorched earth.

A demon bird was "planted" on the ground in the posture of an upside-down onion, half of its body soaked in a pool of blood, and a snake-like demon beast was half cut off and only its scales and bones remained, floating on the surface of the lake, and its small half of its tail was weakly hanging on the shore, gray and lifeless.

Looking at the corpses of these two demon beasts, Han Hao's face was a little heavy, and he forced his gaze to take his eyes away from the remains of those demon beasts that could be called treasures, and instead pay attention to the traces on the ground.

As far as the eye can see, a scorched earth.

There were two scorch marks that were hundreds of feet long, thick marks left by giant snakes crawling over, and deep dents from heavy objects falling from high places......

Relying on these traces and feeling the residual breath in the air, Han Hao simulated the scene in his heart, and once again confirmed that there were no fragments of clothing or magic weapons in front of him, and his face was finally moved with surprise, and he couldn't help but feel retreat in his heart.

At this moment, a trace of breath emerged from the calm lake.

Han Hao's eyes froze, he glanced at the surface of the lake that was gradually starting to fluctuate, and immediately turned around and flew back, disappearing into the dense forest in the distance in an instant.

"Good. Knowing the advance and retreat, knowing the gains and losses, no wonder there is today. Zhang Fan withdrew his deliberately revealed breath and secretly praised.

For Han Hao, a young man who entered the sect immortal path at about the same time as him but was a hundred times more difficult, he was not willing to be an enemy with him, but if the other party coveted the materials on the two demon beasts, then he had to fight for it.

Fortunately, the other party is knowledgeable and interested, since this is the case, Zhang Fan is also happy to treat it as if he didn't see it.

With Han Hao's qualification environment, he can have a cultivation that is almost comparable to Zhang Fan, and adventures are indispensable, such an opponent, no one knows how many hole cards he has, and he can't make enemies unless he has to.

There are not a few people who have such thoughts as Zhang Fan in the current Valley of No Return.

As soon as he released his breath and poked out of the water, Zhang Fan felt that there were seven or eight breaths rising into the sky in the distance, and he could even distinguish the woman in white Xiruo, Yuling Sect Yun Yiyi, Faxiangzong Nangong Yi, Cui Ren and others.

With their cultivation at the eleventh level of the Qi Refining Period, of course, it is impossible not to be able to cover up their own aura, and the purpose of doing so is obvious, it is a warning, and it is also to divide the territory.

They obviously have a tacit understanding, the three-month-long trial has just begun, and these elite disciples are not yet ready to fight to the death. Fighting now is just a vain way to let those ordinary disciples choose the cheapest, so they tacitly use this method similar to the division of territory by demon beasts, so as to avoid a premature decisive battle.

To Zhang Fan's somewhat surprise, the area where he was located was tacitly given up by other powerhouses. Obviously, they also sensed the powerful momentum that erupted when Zhang Fan fought with the two demon beasts, which could be regarded as acknowledging his status as a strong man.

In other words, he also has the qualifications to divide the territory? Zhang Fan smiled slightly, stood up suddenly, the shield was broken, and the whole person rushed out of the water separately.

At the same time, a strong breath, mixed with the sky and the earth is narrow, and the heart breaks through the hundred taboos of the heavens, like a giant pillar of wolf smoke, straight towards Xiaohan.

In the distance, the owners of several powerful breaths paused at the same time, stopped what they were doing, and looked back.

"It turned out to be him!" Xiruo, Yun Yiyi and others said in a trance in their hearts, and an ordinary figure emerged from their memory.

"Hahaha, I said who is that macho man? It's actually him!" Cui Ren sat cross-legged next to a burning bonfire, his hands constantly rotating the barbecue, and drops of grease were thrown off his movements, bursting in the flames.

Beside him, a first-order demon beast Wind Winged Tiger was pitifully tied, the bottom of this low-order demon beast, the only difference between it and ordinary tigers was that it had an extra pair of wings.

But...... , Now those two wings are being held in the hands of the white and chubby Cui Ren, bubbling with the smell of incense.

"He actually ......" Nangong Yi clenched his fists, revealing a hint of gloom on his face.

......

Heaven gives it to take it, but it suffers from it.

After Zhang Fan declared his existence with peace of mind, he leisurely stepped out of the water and stood on the shore.

But in the blink of an eye, a wave of heat rose from his body, and his clothes immediately became dry, and there was no longer the slightest damp vapor.

"Fortunately, I was prepared, otherwise I would have ...... now" Zhang Fan looked at the moon-white underwear on his body, revealing a happy look, took out a golden robe from the Qiankun bag, put it on his hand and gently stroked it.

This robe was inky black with a golden red color, which was refined by Zhang Fan with various precious materials mixed with the purple beard gold obtained from the Jiang family, and it was the last of the three top-level magic weapons he had refined in the past six months-the Xuanjin Armor.

When the materials were first completed, Zhang Fan had an idea, and used the gowns he had seen in his previous life as a style to make this robe, but the effect was surprisingly good, so good that he couldn't wear it himself.

The ink-colored base material is covered with complex patterns of gold and red, and there is no need to wear it, as long as you take a cursory look, the graceful and luxurious, solemn and solemn atmosphere can no longer be hidden.

After Zhang Fan put it on, he inexplicably felt a little like a monkey, and felt that he was not confident enough. In addition, there are always some sect plots in my heart, so I still wear that ice silkworm robe.

This time, in the small world of Wuhui Valley, there was a battle full of gold, and then the unscrupulous division of the territory, which invisibly changed the mentality of the weak in his heart, adding a domineering spirit, and the Ice Silkworm Robe was destroyed in time, and everything was as good as Heaven's will.

Unfolded the Xuanjin gon robe and put it on Shi Shiran, the sense of disobedience when he wore it before never appeared, he just felt that it was inappropriate everywhere, only this robe, the bearing contained in it was worthy of him.

straightened his body slightly, and an awe-inspiring domineering aura came out of his body, and the whole person seemed to be reborn.

Cleaning up the corpses of Cloud Eagle and Sawscale Snake, Zhang Fan waved his sleeve robe and left the place where he had completed his transformation.