The main peak of the Lianyun Mountains, the mountain gate of the Faxiangzong.

Ningxiang gathers Rui, the white crane gathers, a scene of fairy blessed land.

There are clouds and mist rising and swirling around, or converging on the peak, if there is an umbrella, or hanging at the foot of the mountain, as if you want to fly to the sky.

There are many changes, and there is no way to do it.

After three months, seeing the atmosphere of the sect again, Zhang Fan's thoughts and thoughts in his heart are different from the past.

If you don't have personal experience, how can you understand that without the power to dethrone the darkness, the power of life and death, and the ruthless heart, how can there be such a calm and peaceful, light and dusty situation.

After a moment of silence, Zhang Fan stepped forward and re-entered the sect.

......

Along the way, from time to time to say hello to the same door I met, talk about one or two, stop and go, until half a time later, I saw a simple and elegant palace in the distance.

- The Morning Star Palace, the place where the Faxiangzong collects the classics.

The destination was in front of him, and Zhang Fan breathed a sigh of relief.

On the way, the eyes of the same people were cordial and enthusiastic, which made him feel unbearable in his heart.

This is only the core disciples and inner disciples of the sect, and there is a gap in the identity of other people, so they don't dare to come forward casually, otherwise, he won't be able to get here for another hour.

And all this, three months ago, would never have happened.

It's not that the disciples of the sect look down on people and tend to be inflammatory, from their words and deeds, Zhang Fan can clearly feel the sincerity in it.

Before, although he also hung the signboard of the core disciple, he was not outstanding in appearance, his speech was not amazing, and he was low-key, how could he be taken to heart by these proud people, let alone handed over any broken knots.

At this time, since the facts have proved his strength and potential, it is natural to make good friends. This has nothing to do with anything else, it's just that the wolf doesn't dance with the sheep, the dragon doesn't live with the snake, the status dictates the status, and the strong have their own pride.

Although Zhang Fan didn't agree with this, he could understand their thoughts, after all, this was in line with the general mentality of all the immortal cultivation worlds that respected strength.

So, I had to deal with them one by one with great patience.

Cleaning up his slightly impatient mood, Zhang Fan was just about to step forward, but saw a green shadow flash out of the Morning Star Palace, and then turned into a streamer and disappeared suddenly.

As she passed in front of him, the green shadow paused slightly, as if to greet him.

"It's him!" When this person signaled, Zhang Fan also saw his appearance clearly, and it turned out to be the old person who had always interested him.

Han Hao!

"What is he doing here?" The doubts in my heart had just come to my heart, and there was an answer.

In an instant, a scene emerged from memory.

"Little doll, have you been trapped on the * floor for a long time, do you want to break through the bottleneck?" The cunning eyes of the person who spoke, after a long time, are still in front of you.

"Uncle Kang!" Zhang Fan showed a smile on his face, and thought in his heart: "It seems that this old man's method of catching fish with a big net is quite effective!"

Since Han Hao appeared here at this moment, it is very likely that he has obtained the Blood Spirit Fruit.

When Zhang Fan judged the surrounding environment when he took the fruit, coupled with the mysterious map jade slip in his hand, it can be said with certainty that in the entire valley of no return, only in the cangmu forest with a single tree, there is a bloodthirsty vine.

Moreover, when he was taking the blood spirit fruit, there were not a large number of bloodthirsty vines guarded by demon beasts and cicadas in several places on the periphery of the forest, but they had already been killed by him, and Han Wei had to make a lot of effort and take a big risk to obtain the spirit fruit.

"Sure enough, I have some skills. Zhang Fan smiled slightly, and then stopped paying attention. Even if this person is capable of everything, what does it have to do with him? Even if he really draws his sword and says to him, he will not be afraid of him.

I don't know how many other people are entrusted by Uncle Kang like him and Han Hao, but thinking about it, most of them have already fallen in the valley, right?

Thinking about it in his heart, he quickly entered the Morning Star Hall and found Uncle Kang's location familiarly.

The old man was still so disheveled, his face was full of wrinkles, the difference was that compared with half a year ago, his expression was more gray, his lifelessness was more and more obvious, and there was a faint smell of rancid smell on his body.

Shouyuan is exhausted, and death is not far away.

It is not difficult for everyone to understand this when they see this Uncle Kang like this.

This is also the most fearful moment for all monks, and what can not be done to avoid this day?

Sighing secretly, Zhang Fan approached and gently knocked on the table in front of Old Man Kang.

"Uh!" Old man Kang was stunned, looked him up and down with cloudy eyes, and then showed joy, and said, "You're here!

"Uncle Kang, if you don't get it, how dare the kid come to see you?" Zhang Fan replied with a smile.

"Good, good, that's good. Old man Kang rubbed his palms excitedly, and the whole person seemed excited, and the heavy and lifeless breath was slightly diluted.

After speaking, the old man reluctantly widened his small eyes that were pressed into a line by wrinkles, stared straight at Zhang Fan's Qiankun bag, and was reluctant to move away for a while.

Zhang Fan didn't mean to take the Blood Spirit Fruit immediately, but asked, "Uncle Kang, I seem to have seen Senior Brother Han leave here just now, I don't know ......."

Hearing this, the old man laughed, took out a jade box from the Qiankun bag, opened it with a "snap", and spread it out in front of Zhang Fan.

Inside, there were three fruits that were as colored as ink and fragrant as blood, which were no different from the seven in his hand, and they were indeed blood spirit fruits.

Confirming the idea in his heart, Zhang Fan also took out a jade box of similar size, opened it in front of him, revealing the same three fruits inside, and pushed it in front of Old Man Kang.

"Okay, okay, haha, it should be enough. Old man Kang looked ecstatic, and said in a loud voice while caressing the blood spirit fruit with his thin fingers like chicken feet.

Zhang Fan smiled and watched him Shi Wei, and after he carefully put away the spirit fruit, he asked, "Didn't Uncle Kang have three pieces of Senior Brother Han?

The old man glanced at him and said, "Do you think alchemy is just like play?" Hmph, I started studying the refining of the Blood Spirit Pill fifty years ago, and until now, I am not absolutely sure, if I don't prepare a few, what if I fail?"

"By the way, the old man can't take the doll's things for nothing, say, what do you want? Like Han Boy, you want to build Kidan?" said the old man Kang as if he was thinking of something.

Looking at him, it seems that he wants to rush directly to the alchemy room without stopping, and being able to stay here with Zhang Fan to chat is simply for the sake of the transaction that has not yet been completed.

Zhang Fan smiled and didn't make a request, but took out a jade box from the Qiankun bag, put it in his hand and stroked it for a long time before saying, "Uncle Kang, can the junior ask a question?"