"Whew~"

The wind is howling, the clouds outside the sky are rolling clouds, and in an instant, the white clouds and dogs, and the stratus clouds that are colored by the morning glow, suddenly change, and they are scattered.

From it, a cloud dragon sprang out, and in the blink of an eye, disappeared into the sky.

"Hahaha~~"

"What a treasure!"

Above the ninefold heavens, there was a fierce wind outside, the clouds were trampling under the feet, and the morning sun looked extraordinarily red, huge as a disk, hanging in the east.

In the meantime, I only feel that the whole world seems to be extraordinarily empty, except for myself, there is little but red, and there is nothing else.

Xiang Mingchang smiled, feeling the pleasure of crossing the world and crisscrossing the four seas. Stamping his feet, he asked curiously, "Brother, what kind of treasure is this?

The unusual nature of this treasure is obvious, such a height, such a speed, and being able to walk smoothly on the ground is by no means an easy task, even with Xiang Ming's identity in the Duobao Pavilion, he has never seen such a treasure.

"Doom Cloud Car!"

Zhang Fan smiled slightly and said the answer.

This thing is the Doom Cloud Crossing Car that he obtained from his Qiankun bag when the Blood God Son fell.

This treasure was said to have been refined by exhausting a lot of energy from the Blood God Son, Yin Heng and others, and no matter its protection or speed, even if it was a top-level magic weapon specializing in flight, it could not be compared.

This is due to the fact that it consumes a lot of precious materials before refining, but more often than not, it is dedicated to it.

Just imagine, who would specialize in refining such a flying treasure at a price sufficient to refine many top-level magic weapons?

If it is a short-distance flight, whether it is Zhang Fan's golden rainbow or the magic of the ink spirit rainbow, it is not under it, but when it comes to long-distance travel and bringing everyone, it is no more suitable than crossing the cloud car.

"Grandpa, Brother Xiang, with this treasure, in a few years, we will be able to return to our hometown and meet the old people of Qinzhou again!"

"Hahaha~"

The sound of long laughter sounded in the clouds, and suddenly, it soared upwards and suddenly went away, bringing up the violent wind, stirring the clouds along the way, turning into the tail of the cloud dragon, dragging the empty sea.

...... After that, for a long time, no one dared to go to that small manor on the Great Desert Island.

Although there are no people and they are abandoned, they always deter everyone, like a forbidden place, always deterring all directions,...... Leave the great wilderness sea, go to the Moon Star Sanguang Islands, and then walk on the fog hidden heavy Lou Mountain outside the mountains, cross Yishi Island, across the immeasurable sea, hundreds of millions of waves, and go directly to the Star Broken Islands.

Spring is warm in an instant, summer is hot in an instant, autumn is cool in an instant, and winter is cold for a while...... There are years of time at sea, natural changes in spring, summer, autumn and winter, and there are changes that span long distances in an instant, and change in four hours.

The sea is so big, I don't know its hundreds of millions of miles, a line of passing, just following the established route of flying, it is already like crossing a whole world, in the blink of an eye, several years, thrown in the sea, never stirred up the beginning of the waves.

When I passed through Xingchen Island, I never visited Xingjun, when I crossed the fog hidden island, I never met a hundred miles of clouds, and when I passed through Yishi Island, I didn't go to the half-idle hall again...... Everything on the way, passing by the smoke and clouds, cannot stop Zhang Fan's way back.

Even the people on Yishi Island didn't send a message to give away the shops to the people who were still left. That shop has no meaning to Zhang Fan now.

At this time, the only thing that can make him care is "Qin, Zhou!"

After years at sea, Zhang Fan has not wasted it, at least he has exhausted his master's accusation once, and it is the first time that he has guided Xiaolong's cultivation more seriously.

Now, within two days, Xiaolong's initial excitement disappeared without a trace, if it weren't for the tenacity of the surname and the fact that he regarded the master as a god, I am afraid that he would have been unable to stand it a long time ago.

Zhang Fan's teaching is also very simple, taking himself as an example, he almost made Xiaolong go through his path again - actual combat!

These words, he has long found out that Xiaolong's foundation has been very solid by Xiang Ming and the old man, and even better than he was back then, except for the fact that there is no way to help, in other aspects, it is better than the blue.

However, then again, even if the cultivation is better than Zhang Fan back then, if the two of them fight, the one who dies will almost certainly be Xiaolong.

Without him, he doesn't want to kill, and there is always room for action, which is okay, Zhang Fan doesn't care, the way is not only his own is correct. If it weren't for that, he wouldn't have agreed to let Wan'er stay in the underground immortal cultivation realm, and over the years, he would have to go back and forth through the Qiankun Golden Plate countless times.

Everyone has their own choices, their own destiny, he, as a master, just needs to guide, and forcibly reversing the concept is not beautiful.

But there is one thing that can be changed.

- Combat experience!

Over the years, there is naturally no problem with the teachings of the old man and others, and the exercises that Xiaolong cultivated have also turned into the Great True Solution after the foundation has been built, although there is no law to help, he is still moving forward steadily.

However, at this time, Zhang Fan realized that something was wrong, after so many years, Xiaolong, this child, didn't have any actual combat experience!

If he returned to Qinzhou and was not good for a while, wouldn't he want to whine and mourn? At the first time, Zhang Fan remembered his uncle, who was "famous through the ages."

How could his apprentice Zhang Fan be like this?

This thought came out of his life, Xiaolong was tragic, and during the few years he was floating on the sea, he was honed by Zhang Fan in various means to hone his actual combat ability.

In this regard, Zhang Fan is an expert, and his cultivation can almost be said to be fought out in actual combat, even if his own cultivation is lowered to a realm that is weaker than Xiaolong, he still can't find the north.

In the past few years, Xiaolong has spent almost all of his time in being defeated, coming again, and being beaten down again, and he really smells sad and listens to tears, if he comes with another person, he will definitely not be able to bear it.

Xiaolong is very satisfied with Zhang Fan at this point, indomitable, and never thinks it is bitter, as long as Zhang Fan says it, it will be regarded as a Jun order, and he will not stop practicing hard.

By the time a few years passed, when it gradually reached the coastal area outside Qinzhou, although Xiaolong had not won a single victory, he also fell from one move to the point where he could resist slightly.

In this regard, whether it is Zhang Fan, or the old man and Xiang Ming, who almost endured it without interference, they are all extremely satisfied.

It is impossible for Xiaolong to defeat Zhang Fan when his cultivation is only slightly better, not to mention that he is a small foundation building monk, even if he is a real person who can dominate for a while, it is absolutely impossible.

"Enough to protect yourself!"

At this time, Zhang Fan finally said such a sentence, which immediately made the old man and Xiang Ming breathe a sigh of relief, and made Xiaolong brows happy, as if he had been praised by this word, and all the pain was gone.

"Okay, don't be complacent, the world is so big, heroes and heroes are like carp crossing the river, even your master and I are also walking on thin ice, don't dare to ignore it, let alone you?"

After being taught in the past few years, Zhang Fan has somewhat become a master, but it is strange to say that his style as a master is very different from what Han Hao taught him back then, but he is quite a bit of an ascetic, and secretly I don't know how many times the bored ascetician has sneered.

"It's Master, don't dare!"

Xiaolong had just replied respectfully, but was interrupted by Xiang Ming, and he diverted the topic and said, "By the way, Brother Zhang, we seem to have forgotten something......

"What's the matter?"

Zhang Fan asked in surprise.

"Give Xiaolong a big name~ The dignified Yuanying real person, the apprentice of a generation of Tianjiao Zhang Fan, doesn't even have a name, do you want people to see jokes? I can't afford to lose that person!"

Seeing that Zhang Fan and the old man, and even Xiaolong himself looked dazed, Xiang Ming rolled his eyes and said angrily.

"Uh......"

Zhang Fan was speechless for a while, yes, how could he forget about this.

He Zhang Fan has been in the world for a hundred years, he has not suffered any losses, and he does not want to return to his hometown and return to Qinzhou, but he has a hole in this matter.

He doesn't care about himself, just ask that person who dares to talk nonsense in front of one of his infant ancestors, but Xiaolong is different. A foundation-building monk has to worship Yuanying Zhenren as an apprentice, which is a very eye-catching thing, which makes people jealous and inevitable, why give people an outlet for catharsis?

"Little Dragon, what do you want to call it?"

Realizing the seriousness of the matter, Zhang Fan opened his mouth and asked.

"This ......"

Xiaolong has been taken out of his hometown by Zhang Fan since he was a child, and now he is a foundation building monk, but he has never considered the issue of name, and the people who come and go are all elders, and it is normal to call Xiaolong, and there is no need for that, now he wants to make him think of his name for a while, he is an honest child, and he is blind.

"You...... Is there such a master as you?"

Xiang Ming was speechless for a while, thought about it, and said hesitantly: "Why don't you call Zhang Long?"

"Zhang Long, what about Zhao Hu?"

Zhang Fan shook his head and resolutely refused to agree, this name is estimated that the old man and Xiaolong will like it, but he is not cold at all.

Immediately, he stomped under his feet to cross the Doyun car and said, "It's called Long Yun!"

"Grandpa, what do you think?"

The old man was indispensable, but he also thought the name was a bit nice, but looking at Zhang Fan's attitude, it seemed a bit of a child's play?

Seeing that the three of them had no obvious objections, Zhang Fan was suddenly in a good mood and solved a troublesome matter, Qinzhou was close at hand, and for a moment he only felt that the sky was high and the clouds were light, and he was indescribably hearty.

"Boom!"

At this moment, the boundless waves of air pressed out from under the doom cloud car, stirring up the sea below, rippling layer by layer, with sparkling waves, spreading in all directions, endless beauty and expansiveness.

"Grandpa, look, this is the Starshattered Islands!"

Zhang Fan stopped the cloud car, stretched out his finger and swiped into the void, looked back and said.

"Qinzhou is only three days away from here. ”

"There, that's the crater that the child escaped from the Red Daojun Cave Mansion......"

As when he traveled all the way, Zhang Fan smiled and introduced these places where stories had happened to his grandfather, which were also what the old man was most interested in.

If it weren't for that, I would have been floating in the sea for a few years, floating in the air, and I would have to suffocate to death.

"Huh?"

The old man had just gotten up and stood beside him and watched with interest, but Zhang Fan suddenly sighed softly, and his expression was a little weird.

(To be continued)