The elite leaders of the younger generation of the three sects in Qinzhou, a group of outstanding children of small sects and immortal cultivation families, all appeared in front of Zhang Fan.

When the male lion meets, it will not be a hug, even if the elk meets by chance, it needs to be tried by the horns, and the two sides immediately looked at each other.

It didn't matter if he looked at it, both sides looked at each other at the same time, secretly frightened.

Zhang Fan was shocked that he finally underestimated the heroes of the world. I thought that Xi Ruo, Bai Yiyi, Ji Zhiyun, and himself were the top masters of the younger generation of the three sects in Qinzhou, but I didn't want to look at it at this time, but it was far from the case.

Beside Bai Yiyi, there was a man in colorful clothes standing side by side, and the disciples of the Imperial Spirit Sect who followed behind him, in terms of quality and quantity, were all above Bai Yiyi's followers, obviously he was more popular than Bai Yiyi.

The human heart in the immortal cultivation world is the most realistic, but the first thing to look at is the strength, and then the rest.

Even if this person's family background is extraordinary, even if he is comparable to Nangong Yi? Although Nangong Yi had a prominent family background back then, he did not show the strength he should have, and everyone did not despise him.

This person can have such prestige as a disciple of the Imperial Spirit Sect, and his strength should not be under Bai Yiyi, he is a fierce opponent.

But after a while, Zhang Fan also saw that something was wrong with this guy, not only did he dress like a peacock, but even in his demeanor, he didn't look like a decent person.

From the contact between the two sides to the present, it was only a moment of effort, he had a pair of peach blossom eyes, dripping straight eyes, focusing on the female monks around him, meat and vegetarian are not taboo, there is no distinction between beauty and ugliness, old and young, even Ling'er is such a young little girl has not escaped, Zhang Fan can even tell that his eyes swept up and down when he looked at Ling'er, and he also showed obvious regret.

Seeing Zhang Fan's attention, the man in colorful clothes didn't feel embarrassed, and nodded kindly, and then his eyes turned to Bai Yiyi's body, and he couldn't pull it out from a certain bulge.

After a while, all the female monks were looked at by him, and only when his eyes swept over Xi Ruo's body, he turned a blind eye, as if he hadn't seen it, and his expression was more unsquinting than that of a decent gentleman, which obviously did not suit his style, and he was afraid that he had suffered something.

This person's virtue is obviously used to everyone, even Bai Yiyi just ignored it, and didn't do much meaningless things, only on one person's body, the man in colorful clothes touched a nail.

It's a figure that's easy to ignore at first glance, but once you really notice him, you won't think about it again.

It's just a teenager's appearance, and even the fluff at the corners of his mouth has not been removed, and he looks extremely immature, as if he just left his mother's arms a moment ago.

But as long as you look at his side, people who are not blind will no longer think that this is a young boy.

Around the young man, there are more than ten shadows, like the stars holding the moon to surround him, the great contrast is that in the periphery of these shadows, a large piece is suddenly vacant, all the people are far away, as for whether it is to stay away or to avoid the plague, it is unknown.

The women who surrounded the boy looked nothing more than beauty at first glance, nothing special, but as long as you looked into their eyes, the impression was very different.

What kind of hollowness is that look! Even the puppet palace ladies that Zhang Fan had seen in the bazaar were more popular than them, even Ling'er's eyes that could not see the slightest light were also more smart.

Zhang Fan's first feeling when he saw them was that he regretted that such a young girl in the flower season, with a form and no god, fell into a situation where she was not even as good as a puppet, even if she was a hard-hearted person, she would be gloomy.

The man in colorful clothes thought exactly the same as him, but the difference was that the regret in his eyes was extremely strong, and he could almost write the four big words "Tyrannical Heavenly Things" in front of him through his eyes, which also attracted the attention of the strange boy.

I saw that he suddenly came back to his senses from his contemplation, looked back, and smiled wickedly at the man in colorful clothes.

Under this smile, the brilliance in the young man's eyes suddenly shone brightly, and it became a gorgeous, as if it could combine all emotions, thoughts, and **...... All the original thoughts of people are devoured, and under the cover of dazzling beauty, there is boundless terror brewing.

The man in colorful clothes was staring at him, and his feeling was naturally deeper, but he was not afraid, the light in his eyes flashed, and the pink color suddenly revealed from his pupils, and instantly diffused.

If it still looked like peach blossom eyes before, these eyes are now truly as bright as peach blossoms.

Glancing at each other, the two of them shook at the same time, and then staggered their eyes, and their fears of each other were undoubtedly revealed.

In the process of testing each other's moves, the special exercises of the two were also unveiled in front of Zhang Fan.

He could clearly see that after the shock of his body, the young man's face showed an abnormal flush, and he didn't see how he was lucky, but he glanced at a woman beside him, and then as if he had swallowed a panacea, he instantly returned to normal.

The woman trembled slightly, and the original hollowness in her eyes became more and more intense, as if after just looking at it, something about her was missing a corner again, and it seemed even more empty.

Compared with the strange young man's invisible traces, the man's method of recovery is much worse, almost undisguised, his handsome face is buried in the arms of a young woman dressed as a friar beside him, from behind, you can still see his shoulders twitching constantly, obviously his head is very dishonest even in the arms of the young woman!

This kind of thing seemed to have happened countless times, and the two of them tried a trick, and then each replied, and then everything returned to normal as if nothing had happened.

When Zhang Fan looked at them, the other party was also looking at him.

Zhang Fan's strength had been clearly seen by them before, not to mention those ordinary monks, even if they stood at the forefront, it could be said that the young leaders who represented the cutting-edge forces of the entire Qinzhou did not dare to despise it in the slightest.

What really surprised them was Zhang Fan's expression at this time.

When he fought before, that kind of wild and arrogant, unscrupulous temperament suddenly disappeared, and now on his body, there is only a kind of light and breeze, plain and natural, like a clear spring and flowing water.

If it had been like before, everyone would only regard him as a rare warrior and a strong man, but that's all, but at this time, seeing his expression and temperament before and after a while, there was such a huge amount of time, which could be called a change in the two of them, which immediately surprised them.

This is already a state of mind achievement, as long as the cultivation is reached, the self-energy will naturally advance to the next level, and will not be disturbed by some distracting thoughts in the heart, and the thoughts are chaotic and cannot be diligent.

Knowing this, everyone's attention to it has suddenly risen to a higher level, which is not only its current strength, but also its infinite future.

With each other positioning themselves in their hearts, Zhang Fan suddenly smiled and said, "Zhang Fan, the Faxiang Sect, has seen all your fellow Daoists. ”

"Illusion Path, Phantom Shadow. ”

The first to speak was the strange young man, who nodded slightly after his introduction, greeted him, and walked away with the girl around him.

"Yuling Sect, Feng Crazy Song, I have seen Zhang Daoyou. ”

"I don't know what this little sister is called?"

The man in colorful clothes greeted him warmly, then shifted his target, and said to Ling'er with a smile on his face.

It was really blind to such a heroic name, Zhang Fan didn't understand his dirty thoughts, pulled his hand, dragged Ling'er behind him, and then nodded casually, and began to greet the others.

In addition to Zhang Fan's old age, the other monks just took their names on the divine information that they admired or valued, and they left after a few greetings.

At this time, the only people who stayed in place were Xiruo, Bai Yiyi, Cui Ren, and Lin Sen.

In the crowd, Zhang Fan also saw another old Han Hao, but this person is only a cultivator at the peak of the Qi refining period, and he has not been able to build a foundation, I don't know if he has low self-esteem or doesn't want to participate in these social things, but he nodded at Zhang Fan, and then turned around and left with the flow of people.

Looking at his back, Zhang Fan was slightly distracted, and always felt that this person was not so simple, but his body always seemed to be shrouded in a layer of fog, making it impossible to see through.

"Hey, first person, what are you thinking?"

A pair of tender white hands shook in front of him, and then a joking voice sounded.

Zhang Fan came back to his senses and looked at the owner of the little hand, with a look of remembrance on his face.

How many years have passed, and in the valley of no return, the scene under the tree of creation seems to still be in front of me, but they are very different from each other.

It is the one who speaks.

The years seem to be unbearable to leave marks on the body of such a woman who is the center of heaven and earth, but unfortunately it looks like Bai Yiyi, which is no different from back then.

The flattering ones are still charming, the clear ones are still clear, and everything is just like that year.

"What does the first person mean?"

Zhang Fan was in a trance for a moment and asked.

"The first person under Jindan!

The two "firsts" are both accents, which seem to have infinite meanings in them.

Hearing this, he was stunned for a moment, and then all the trance-like memories were thrown away, and the whole person suddenly fell silent.

After a little hesitation, Zhang Fan sneered in his heart: "The first person? It's really 'well-intentioned'!"

"Senior Brother Zhang, how is it, do you dare to take it?"

Xiruo asked with a smile, and there was something in and out of the words.

"Why don't you pick up? This is everyone's appreciation for Senior Brother!"

Hearing Xiruo's words, Lin Sen interjected blankly Zhang Fan glanced at him speechlessly, and he couldn't say anything, so he turned to look at Xiruo, but saw that she was also tilting her head, looking over with a smile.

"It's worthy of being a little demon girl, and her mind is smarter than that stupid boy. ”

Secretly praised, Zhang Fan was silent for a while, and then said:

"Why not?"

A word "pick-up" came out, and the hot potato fell into his arms, but he had no joy or sorrow, and his expression was indifferent.

"Can't live up to some people's 'kindness'!"

When he said this, Zhang Fan's tone was flat, looking into the distance, as if he could whisper to someone through the endless void.

(To be continued)