"Why are you here?"

"Huh?"

Zhang Fan looked at it in amazement, thinking that he wanted to teach himself how rampant he was before, if that was the case, it would be kind, and he was ready to admit it, and he didn't want to ...... Without waiting for him to reply, the old man surnamed Ge pointed casually, and a cloud of water vapor suddenly separated from the cloud platform where he was sitting, blended like cotton, and turned into a snow-white cloud-like futon.

"Sit down and talk. ”

Before the words fell, the futon had already flown in front of Zhang Fan.

"Yes, thank you, uncle. ”

Although Zhang Fan was puzzled, he couldn't ignore the other party's kindness, and after thanking him, he sat down cross-legged on the futon.

As soon as I sat down, a strange and familiar feeling came over me.

It seems that the buttocks have never fallen to the ground, and as soon as they come into contact, it seems to have fallen into a soft and insubstantial cloud, sinking in.

This feeling of submergence seems to have passed for a long time, and it seems to be just a moment, and then a kind of supporting force suddenly arises, and it feels like a person is not in the water, and the faint buoyancy is acting.

This feeling of ups and downs like clouds faintly seems to hide some natural subtlety, and the essence of water is in it, but it is indescribable.

This feeling is not the first time Zhang Fan has experienced it, when there was no return to the valley, when he first stepped on the cloud of transportation, the feeling was vague, but this time it was more direct and obvious.

"That's the magic weapon. ”

Zhang Fan secretly sighed, although he has a lot of good things on him, but there is no magic weapon in the real sense.

In addition, he was proficient in the way of refining, but for a while, he couldn't distinguish the mystery of this cloud, mist, water vapor, and he was confused, as if he had entered a new world.

When it comes to the realm of obtaining magic weapons, the method of refining is already very different from the previous magic weapons and spiritual weapons, although Zhang Fan has long known this, but now after experiencing it himself, he understands the difference inside, it is already a world away, and it cannot be reasoned.

Seeing him sit still and wake up from his trance, the old man surnamed Ge continued: "In just more than ten years, you can reach the current realm, you are indeed gifted, and the future is limitless, you should not be under your great-ancestor Zhang Lie." ”

"Yin Yang Lao'er was not wrong before, when we were young, we were not as good as you. ”

I don't know why he suddenly said this, Zhang Fan was puzzled, and he could only be silent.

Fortunately, the old man surnamed Ge didn't mean to ask him to answer, so he continued to talk to himself.

"If you have such a talent, how can you not cherish it?"

"Why don't you cultivate well in the coastal sea, strive to go further, and come to this troubled water?"

"Huh?"

Zhang Fan looked up in amazement and looked at the old man surnamed Ge in disbelief.

"Could it be him?"

He was really surprised at this time, the one who had worked hard in the deacon's hall several times, trying his best to let him avoid the troubled waters of the Sanzhou War, was actually the Uncle Ge in front of him who had almost no intersection at all?

How could a Sect Master of the Sect pay attention to the whereabouts of a disciple who was still in the Qi Refining Period not long ago? Moreover, he was sure that it was only a recent matter that he was transferred to the Sea, and at that time, this Sect Master Ge was afraid that he was already sitting on the battlefield of this Tianzhu Mountain, right? It is impossible for him to know about such a trivial matter that happened in the sect.

The biggest possibility is that he arranged all this, in order to make himself less dangerous and not to get involved.

Zhang Fan's thoughts in his heart turned sharply, but the words of the old man surnamed Ge did not stop.

"As soon as Zhuo Hao died, the old man knew that you would definitely not be able to hold it back, so he sent Lin Sen to dissuade him, but he didn't want to be like this. ”

"That's it, providence!"

Hearing this, the gratitude in Zhang Fan's heart goes without saying, this Uncle Ge can do this for him, and it is no longer an ordinary junior who can do this.

It's a pity that this uncle's cultivation is high, and he must have talent, otherwise he can't cultivate to the point of Jindan Dacheng, but he really doesn't look at people very well.

What kind of person is Lin Sen? Honest and kind, not like an immortal cultivator, how could such a person do things like a fox and a fake tiger, let alone directly move the Sect Master of Jiedan out to make a signboard, when he explained to Fu Chang, he must not have mentioned that this was the meaning of a certain Grandmaster.

Fuchang also thought that it was just Lin Sen's own idea, so when he was dissuaded, he was retracted by Zhang Fan and did not insist.

These were just flashes in his mind, and they didn't leave any traces, no matter what Lin Sen said at the time, no matter how persistent Fuchang's dissuasion was, it wouldn't change the outcome.

Zhang Fan must come here to avenge Zhuo Hao, this is friendship, it is his heart, if he easily changed his original intention with one or two words of understatement persuasion, it would not be him.

This is not worth paying attention to, but there is one thing that makes him quite strange, looking at the meaning of this Uncle Ge's words, it seems that he is extremely dangerous when he comes to this Tianzhu Mountain battlefield, and he may die at any time.

If it is said that at the very beginning, he was still a disciple of the Qi refining period, it is understandable for this Uncle Ge to think and do so, when Zhang Fan learned about it, he was also grateful, and secretly wrote down this favor.

But now it's different, the old man surnamed Ge must have seen it in his eyes when he killed dozens of people in a row before, and his thoughts were still so pessimistic when he knew his strength, which was very problematic.

Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows, and said with a look of indignation: "Uncle Ge, don't worry, those clowns who jump off the beam in Yongzhou and Liang are not in the hearts of their disciples. ”

Then he added: "As long as the Sect Master of the two states does not make a move, the disciples will be fearless, and they will definitely not lose the prestige of our Qinzhou monks and disciples of the Faxiang Sect." ”

As he spoke, Zhang Fan's gaze never left the face of the old man surnamed Ge, and he wanted to see some clues.

The old man surnamed Ge said abruptly: "Let those old guys make a move on you, a junior? Are you here for the six of us to do decorations?" ”

Then he didn't mean to hide his thoughts, he stopped talking for a while, shook his head gloomily and said, "That's it, you...... Be more careful, if you have something to do, you can come to the old man, and you will help one or two, and you will not suffer. ”

Hearing him say this, Zhang Fan's heart first warmed, a sect master who can almost be called unrelated, it is already a great friendship to be willing to speak like this, how to make him not feel sorry for him.

Then it sank again, and with the respect of the Sect Master of Jiedan, he was still so optimistic about his future, and it seemed that there was something unspeakable, and he never explained where the danger came from.

After a while, Zhang Fan didn't ask why he took such care, thinking that he also had something to do with the great-ancestor he had never met, and even the source of danger was the same, there was no need to say more, anyway, he couldn't make any changes.

The two were silent for a while, and after a while, the old man surnamed Ge suddenly sighed and said, "That's it, I see that you are also tired, I will settle down here with the old man tonight, and it will not be too late to dig the cave again." ”

"You don't have to go to see Uncle Chen, the old man will mention it to him, go and rest!"

As if he had thought of something again, he explained one more sentence.

"Uncle Chen?"

It's this guy again!

Grandmaster surnamed Chen, one of the two grandmasters who escorted back then, I don't know what the relationship between him and Grandmaster surnamed Ge is, the two are always anxious and not defocused, this was the case before, and now they appear here together, the meaning inside is quite interesting!

Moved in his heart, Zhang Fan's actions did not hesitate, and he responded without pretension: "Thank you, uncle, the disciple is bothering." ”

He knew his physical state that it was naturally a good thing to be able to recover well under the protection of Grandmaster Jiedan, and feeling the sense of lack in his body, he didn't want to stay here longer, and most of what he wanted to know was clear, so he said respectfully:

"I don't know what else Uncle Shi commands?"

"If there is nothing to do, the disciple will retire and not disturb the uncle's cultivation. ”

The old man surnamed Ge seemed to be pondering, and he didn't say anything when he heard the words, but just nodded and motioned for him to go.

Zhang Fan got up and walked two steps, but before he could get out of the quiet room, his heart suddenly moved, and he turned around and said, "Uncle Shi, the disciple wants to retreat for three months and gain enlightenment, I don't know ......."

In just such a moment, the water vapor on the gimbal was already swirling into mist, even if he tried his best to look at it, he couldn't distinguish his facial expression, but he could faintly see that the old man surnamed Ge seemed to wave his hand.

This is the acquiescence, Zhang Fan did not hesitate any longer, and walked out of the quiet room.

After going out, he randomly found a stone room to enter, and it was not bad to look around, so he planned to retreat here for one night, although in his current state, it is not impossible to say that he wants to dig a cave or something, but here is a mixture of fish and dragons, if he is usually not afraid, it is better to live at this moment, and wait for Ming to recover one or two and then make plans.

This stone room should be set up by the old man surnamed Ge for the visitors or disciples first-class, although it is also simple and abnormal, but at least the cloud bed, tables and chairs are complete, and it is enough to have these, Zhang Fan took out a futon from the Qiankun bag and put it on the cloud bed, and then sat still.

At first glance, I thought he was settled, but after a while, I knew that it wasn't the same thing.

After just a while, suddenly a large amount of sweat seemed to be endless, and it continued to pour out from the pores of Zhang Fan's body, soaking his clothes in an instant, and under the futon, he gradually became a puddle of water stains.

"Whew~~"

The sound of heavy breathing sounded, continuously, and after a while, it returned to an inaudible state.

After that, the body on the futon was motionless, only the chest was still slightly undulating, and the others seemed to be no different from the stone clay sculptures.

Outside the tent, under Tianzhu Mountain, the night birds sang noisily, and then fell silent and quiet, until a touch of red light faintly appeared in the east, and the whole world suddenly woke up, slowly revealing vitality.

The sky is getting brighter.

In the stone room, as if he felt something, Zhang Fan suddenly opened his eyes, and a light flashed, and he wanted to spew out three feet long, flickering in the dark stone room, and after a long time, it suddenly converged without warning, and a pair of eyes looked plain, and there was no divine light leaking.

"Uncle Chen, Uncle Chen!"

A rich and smiling figure flashed in his mind, and the corners of Zhang Fan's mouth slowly curled, revealing a cold smile.

(To be continued)