Xu said that Dongsheng is another day.

In the fang market outside the gate of Faxiangzong, on the second floor of the Banxian Hall, Zhang Fan sat opposite his grandfather, drinking tea and chatting.

Xu is grandson was accompanied by the old man and was relieved, and he had a special taste when he drank tea, but he saw the old man squinting his eyes with enjoyment, smacking his mouth, and looking like he had an endless aftertaste.

When his grandson returned safely, he let go of his worries, and his face was even more red, and he looked at least ten years younger.

If it weren't for the fact that there was a swarthy crow circling and flying above his head, and from time to time it made a piercing cry of "quack, coo, quack, coo," it would have looked like it really smelled of fairy wind and bones.

"Mo Ling, come back. Zhang Fan snorted softly.

The little crow stopped making a mess when he heard the sound, and rushed back to his shoulder, and buried his head in his hair aggrievedly, muttering very reluctantly.

Looking at its anthropomorphic expression, Zhang Fan couldn't help but wonder.

The little thing is quite grudgeful, when I first saw it, the old man inadvertently said "what an ugly bird", which made it hold a grudge and still do not stop.

It is precisely because it has such a spiritual surname, coupled with black feathers all over its body, that it is simply named after Mo Ling.

Petting Mo Ling's gradually growing feathers, Zhang Fan smiled and said, "Grandpa, you see I'm right, right? Mo Ling is not an ordinary fire crow at all!"

The old man nodded helplessly, put down the teacup and said, "It's not the same, ordinary fire crows are not so capable of holding grudges." ”

It is also the old man who looks forward to Sun Jackie Chan and has too high expectations for his grandson, so he can't get used to Zhang Fan choosing such a garbage demon bird as a fire crow as a spirit animal.

I don't want to come down in the past two days, but I really found that this little fire crow is not ordinary.

Let's not talk about its spirit surname, it was a first-order demon beast not long after birth, which is very unusual. You must know that under normal circumstances, the average fire crow will not cross the threshold of a first-order demon beast until it reaches adulthood.

In this way, when Mo Ling reaches adulthood, he will at least be a second-order demon beast, and it is not impossible to cultivate it carefully. It's barely worthy of my grandson's identity, the old man thought so, so he no longer had an opinion.

In fact, in Zhang Fan's heart, Mo Ling's future is far more than that.

It is expected that it is talented in the fire crow, after all, it is the inheritance of the bloodline of the terrifying fire crow queen, and for the demon beast, the bloodline is extremely important, which is destined to be not ordinary.

What's more, during the incubation process, Zhang Fan has been assisted by the black demon fire obtained from the Golden Crow Fa Xiang, and these words have been used to continuously induce the innate flame magic power in the ink spirit's body, and subtly lead it to the right path, so as not to fall into the trap of mortal fire like its mother.

It is conceivable that in a few decades or hundreds of years, a powerful demon beast no less than himself will be born.

After chatting for a few words about the cultivation of demon beasts, the old man suddenly changed his head and said worriedly: "Baby, it's been three days since you came back from the Valley of No Return, and it's time to go back to the sect!"

Saying that, there was a look of longing and remembrance on his face, and he continued: "I think that back then, when my father came back from going out to fight, he would immediately retreat to digest and comprehend. ”

The elderly are always like this, and they usually look forward to the stars and the moon, which is nothing more than a desire to get along with their children and grandchildren, and stay with them until they are really with them, and they don't want the children to delay their business and rush out in a hurry.

This is true regardless of the immortals, high or low rank. Zhang Fan thought in his heart, smiling silently.

The old man was still nagging: "Even if you don't retreat, you have to explain to the sect, I heard that the reward this time is not thin, and you can't let the deacon and elder wait for a long time." ”

Speaking of rewards, Zhang Fan was interested.

Although he has been staying in the semi-idle hall for the past few days, the news is not closed, and from the disciples of the sect who came to patronize, it is easy to know the specific situation of the three major sect gambling contracts.

It turned out that not long before the opening of the ban for a hundred years in Wuhui Valley, a newly hidden medium-sized ore vein was discovered in Qinzhou.

The old guys in power in the three major sects, which one of them is not experienced, old and cunning, how can he do a loss-making business, so he took advantage of the trial of no return to the valley to make a bet to determine the ownership of the ore vein.

In this way, it does not hurt the harmony on the surface, and it is also a contest in secret.

The idea is very good, but I don't want things to develop but it's a bit unexpected by Faxiangzong.

The lost Dark Demon Banner a hundred years ago is actually in the Valley of No Return. The two sects of the Imperial Spirit Sect and the Illusory Demon Dao sect had disciples at the scene of the loss and witnessed this incident with their own eyes, naturally, they were fully prepared this time, in addition to getting the ore vein, they also planned to bring an ugly thing to the Faxiang Sect by the way.

It's just a medium-sized vein, and it may be an amazing wealth for some small and medium-sized sects and large families, but for the three major sects, it's just dispensable.

Therefore, Faxiangzong did not mean to let the best disciples delay their cultivation and risk their lives to go, but when it came to the end, it was too late to regret it, and Faxiangzong, who did not have a top expert to suppress the formation, was about to bite the bullet and suffer a dumb loss.

At this time, Zhang Fan appeared, not only was his performance no worse than the pride of the two sects in all aspects, but also in the final battle for the fruit of creation, he killed and injured a large number of monks from other sects, and in the end, it turned out that it was the disciples of the Faxiang Sect who had the most left, and unexpectedly obtained the ownership of the mineral vein.

The vein is nothing, and it is not a big deal to die a few fewer disciples, but face is important!

Zhang Fan's actions not only saved the face of the Faxiang Sect, but also said that even if we didn't send the best disciples, it would not be comparable to your two factions.

This is a big face, for those old guys in power, ordinary things are no longer in their eyes at all, and it is unrealistic to fight high and low, and fighting is just a face.

Therefore, Zhang Fan has made a great contribution this time, and the reward is inevitably indispensable, but the specific things to give will not be known until he returns to the sect and reports to the elders of the deacon hall.

"Elder?" the thought of this word made his heart a little hairy.

The elders of the sect are naturally only served by the monks of the Jiedan, like Ge and Chen, who escorted them to the Valley of No Return before, also have the position of elders, but they have no authority.

After coming back, he thought about the two grandmasters several times, and asked himself that he had no qualifications to worry about the other party from head to toe, and it could only be because of his once majestic great-ancestor.

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask his grandfather: "Grandpa, what is the relationship between his great-grandfather and his old man back then, and the current few Jiedan Grandmasters in the sect?"

The old man was stunned when he heard this, and did not ask him why he wanted to know this, but pondered.

Half a day later, just when Zhang Fan wanted to ask more clearly, who was the enmity between his old man and Ge and Chen, the old man suddenly moved.

I saw him smile wryly and shake his head silently.

Seeing this, Zhang Fan's heart suddenly sank, and he was dying, it seems that his great-grandfather and his old man were not ordinary people back then!

Looking at what grandpa means, it obviously doesn't mean that he doesn't know, otherwise he wouldn't have thought about it for so long. Thinking about it, his old man was thinking about it for a long time, but he couldn't find a good relationship, and his face was bitter like that.

That's it, he hasn't died for so many years, it seems that those Jiedan Grandmasters still have a bit of energy, and the soldiers will block the water and cover the earth! Zhang Fan can only comfort himself like this.

Next, he changed the topic, chatted with the old man for a while, and finally got up, left Fang City, and flew in the direction of Zongmen.