In autumn, the grass is yellow, and on the grass, there are many herdsmen, harvesting forage back and forth, and the fiery work can not hide the worry on their faces, and they sigh out from time to time to the sky.

This is to accumulate grass to survive the harsh winter, every cold winter wax moon, the sky is full of snow, cold to the bone, the grass and trees are also withered, called the white plague, the most difficult.

There are many old people on the grassland, who are accustomed to watching the sky, and have long predicted that this year will be a rare white disaster in 50 years, and I don't know how many people and animals will freeze to death by then.

People, how to fight with the sky?!

What the worried herdsmen did not notice was that on a small hill in the distance, a man in Tsing Yi seemed to be waiting for something, and was watching them work boredly.

"Ku Lao, it seems that this year will not be a good year. ”

Zhang Fan sighed.

"Isn't it a good year that matters to you?

The bitter man's angry voice sounded, obviously not very satisfied with his distractions at this time.

"The net has been cast, but what is there to concentrate on the fish?"

Zhang Fan smiled freely, regardless of the withered yellow grass below, sat on the ground, looking up at the sky.

Although the ascetic people have their own bodies, they have never been far away, and in the past ten years, they have either stayed on the Dongyang Peak of the Faxiangzong, or they have taken the Bodhi Garden as their home and walked with Zhang Fan.

According to him, if he hasn't restored his old cultivation, he won't go out and be embarrassed.

According to Zhang Fan, it is clear that this old man has been reborn once, and he is extremely sorry for his life, and he is not going to take risks until he is difficult to match in the world.

He doesn't have that need, the realm comprehension is all clear, and the rest is just water grinding.

Zhang Fan estimated that at most a hundred years of effort, he would be able to restore his old outlook and become the peerless powerhouse in Zonghengyu again.

"How about it, this harvest is not small, I just said, who can survive from such a battle, which one is not a stunning talent, and he has a little bit of the ability to look after the family. ”

"Right?"

The bitter man's slightly meaningful voice sounded again.

Some time ago, according to his old man's idea, Zhang Fan won the finishing work in exchange for not participating in the battle of Tianhan Grassland and replacing Candle Jiuxiao to stay at home.

Ordinary masters can't do this, and the real top masters don't want to do it, so it's naturally not difficult to fight for it.

However, in the past few days, relying on the countless divine consciousness searches of the ascetic people in the world, most of the fish that have slipped through the net have been caught, but there are not many good things that are enough to move him, and only this last big fish is left, which is also his main goal.

After a deep groan, Zhang Fan saw that the big fish had not yet entered the net, and then continued to ask: "Ku Lao, what kind of magical power is the 'Wangqi Technique', which is worthy of your great recommendation?"

"Is it hope that luck will not work?"

It wasn't until the last goal, the West Gate, that the ascetic Taoist revealed the biggest purpose of this trip, which was this magical power.

Now that there is still time, Zhang Fan naturally wants to ask for an understanding.

"Luck, you kid think it's beautiful?"

The ascetic sneered and said, "Looking at the qi technique, looking at the aura, not any luck." ”

Seeing that Zhang Fan showed a disapproving look, he Shi Shiran continued: "The world is big, the magic weapon, the fortune and destiny, the mystery and the mystery, it cannot be fully explained, but its root, there are traces of the aura, and it is not enough to look at the aura?"

Without waiting for Zhang Fan to speak, the ascetic Taoist continued: "If you learn this Qi Technique, at least the world is so big, no one can hide your cultivation in front of you, the depth of the earth, it is difficult to hide the traces of the spiritual veins, and countless means can be derived, this is each ingenious, you can study it yourself!"

"Hmph! If it weren't for the fact that the world is so big that no one would have this magical power, I would have wanted to get it here to study it, old man. ”

Hearing the envious tone of the bitter Taoist, Zhang Fanwan smiled, and was about to say something, when his expression suddenly moved, looked into the distance, and said leisurely: "Ku Lao, it seems that your wish will soon come true." ”

A few miles away, an old man and a young man, like grandchildren, swept towards this gradually barren pasture.

Seeing their anxious appearance, they didn't even care about the shocking world, and under the shocked gaze of a group of herdsmen, they disappeared.

"Ancestor, why don't we fly over?"

It was a little girl from one old and one young who spoke, and she was looking at the old man in white who was running away beside her with suspicion.

The little girl was only a teenager, and she looked very simple, with a pair of big watery eyes, as if she could speak.

In normal times, the old man in white would have stopped to give a detailed answer to the most important junior in this clan, but now he had no choice, so he had to answer casually: "It's not safe in the sky, Xue'er, after a hundred miles, you will be out of the boundary of Liangzhou, and you can fly." ”

Speaking of this, the old man in white couldn't help but feel sad for a while, thinking that he was a great master in the late Yuan Dynasty, a top powerhouse of a generation, Ximen Shangtang, didn't even dare to fly in the sky, how embarrassing!

He couldn't either, a few days ago, the Yuanying Zhenren who stayed here in Qinzhou suddenly began to search for them on a large scale, and the scope gradually narrowed, without worrying about startling the snake.

He wanted to stay incognito for decades, wait until he could recover from his injuries, and then take care of it, but he had to take the last hope of the clan and the sect around him, and fled away, hoping to escape from Qinzhou before the siege.

"Ahem~"

Perhaps it was because the spiritual power was too fast, a bright red color suddenly appeared on the face of the old man in white, and although he was immediately pressed down, he couldn't help but cough twice.

"Candle Nine Skies!"

"There Will Be Someone ......"

The speed has not decreased, and his expression has not changed, but the old man in white is ruthless in his heart.

He never thought that even if he didn't use the Zhou Tian Xingchen Map, Candle Jiuxiao's strength was still so strong, and he would be seriously injured after a day and a night of fierce fighting, if it weren't for the chaos on the battlefield, he might not even have a chance to escape.

"Old Ancestor, Old Ancestor, look there......"

Just thinking about it, the little girl next to her suddenly stretched out her tender white hand, pointed ahead and said, "That person looks so strange!"

Indeed, all the way I saw were busy herdsmen, and suddenly a leisurely man in Tsing Yi sat on the ground, his temperament and demeanor were incompatible with this environment, and it naturally looked strange.

"What?"

The old man in white glanced at it casually, but he never thought about it, and the whole person suddenly froze, the momentum of progress stopped, and his face sank even more, indescribably gloomy.

"It's you!"

"Donghua real person, Zhang ~ Fan ~"

When the old man in white said the word "Zhang Fan", he gritted his teeth, as long as he had ears, he could hear it.

The little girl beside him also closed her mouth in amusement, looking at the two strangely, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Simon Zhenren, it's been a long time. ”

Zhang Fan Shi Ran got up, patted the grass clippings on his clothes, and arched his hand.

This Ximen Shangtang was also the first person to open his mouth in the battle of Houtuzong that year.

is the so-called creation of people, among the four people who found out and embarrassed him back then, and retreated, two fell in the Tianhan grassland, and the remaining two were going to die at his hands, I don't know if it is unpleasant to be retribution.

Thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, Ximen Shangtang, who was secretly questioning condescendingly, faced Zhang Fan at this time, but the whole person was tense, and he instantly raised his aura to the peak state regardless of serious injuries.

"It's you!"

"No wonder. ”

As soon as he saw Zhang Fan stopped in front of him, Ximen Shangtang also understood what kind of actions he had been taking in the past few days.

"Donghua Zhenren, what is the deep hatred between us?"

"Why do you rush to kill ~~~~~~~~?"

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Fan suddenly raised his eyebrows, revealing a look that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

"Boom!"

The air exploded, and if ten thousand swords pierced through the air, it tore through the aura in the sky.

In the explosion, thousands of points of light gathered in a radius of several zhang, but there were hundreds of millions of golden needles, densely spread all over the body, and as long as he flicked his fingers, he would pierce Zhang Fan into a broken sack.

"Breaking the Ergin Needle?!"

Zhang Fan smiled casually, as if he was gone.

At the same time, with the sound of "brushing", the five-colored divine light swept by, like the ice and snow were released, the divine light passed everywhere, and the golden needle disappeared.

Breaking the Erjin Needle, the top attack spirit treasure, silent when attacking, extremely powerful, a needle into the body, all the flesh, soul, vicious to the extreme.

This set of strange magic weapons that have the meaning of silent thunder, the body is only a golden needle, if the caster is like Ximen Shangtang, it can be turned into hundreds of millions, and it is impossible to prevent it; if the cultivation is low, it can only hurt people with the body, and the difference in power cannot be reasoned, but it is a kind of magic weapon that is stronger and stronger, the stronger the power, and there is almost no end.

It's a pity that it encountered a five-colored divine light!

Even if a strong person like Candle Jiuxiao and Feng Jiuling encountered it, he had to be a little hurried to break the Erdin Needle, but in front of Zhang Fan, he couldn't even survive a breath.

"Five-colored divine light!"

Ximen Shangtang exclaimed in surprise, and his breath seemed a little short.

Not only the breath, but at the same time as he spoke, blood overflowed from his mouth and nose at the same time, as if the previous blow had shaken his original injury.

Ten years ago, Zhang Fan was already famous in Kyushu, and he had a few powerful supernatural powers, so how could he not have heard of the truth in Shangtang at the West Gate?

"Ximen Zhenren, Zhang came here for something. ”

As if the previous sneak attack had never happened at all, Zhang Fan smiled indifferently and continued.

"What do you want?"

The voice of Simon Shangtang was so bitter that it was dripping blood.

"Magical powers, and ......"

For the first time, Zhang Fan's eyes flashed a fierce color, and said: "Please ask Ximen Zhenren to go to my Faxiangzong to Pan Huan for one or two, and let Zhang talk about the friendship of the landlord." ”

"What did you say?"

Ximen Shangtang was furious and shouted in a low voice.

The tiger old man was here, and the shallow trapped dragon was not reduced and proud, accompanied by his low shout, the sky roared, and the entire heavenly dome seemed to be pressed down with his shout.

In the face of such might, Zhang Fan just smiled indifferently and said: "Although the victory is not martial, but now it is ......."

"You're no match for me!"

(To be continued)