"Who are you?

Hearing Zhang Fan's words, the young monk panicked at first, then calmed down and shouted in a deep voice.

"Hahaha......"

"Who am I? I am naturally a star envoy, but who can I be?"

The sound drifted and shifted, as if one word was reversed, one moment it was in front of the crater, the next moment it was behind it.

"You can't be ......"

Before the young monk could finish his words, he couldn't help but stop.

The wind was rustling, and the sand was flying, which instantly poured into his mouth, blocking all the words back.

"Don't talk nonsense, see the real chapter under your hands. ”

"Kill!"

Like an afterthought, the strong wind struck with gravel and slashed the head and face, and the word "kill" only came into the ear.

"You ......"

The young monk was furious, but he could only spit out the word "you", and it stopped abruptly like a duck choked by the neck.

The translucent giant palm, pressed down like a mountain in the air, before reaching the body, the sound of the air exploding is endless, the whole space seems to be frozen, the huge pressure makes people can't help but bow down, and even see a little earth and stone, crumbling for no reason.

"Ah~No......"

With a scream, the old man was thrown away as if nothing was there, and glided far away, until he hung on a small tree, drifting in the wind like a puppeteer.

At the same time, the giant palm had been pressed to less than a person's height, and the rumbling sound was not stopped, and the ground below was shrouded in the shadow of the five fingers.

"Whew!" sounded, a flash of lightning swam away, and at the last moment, it swept past the finger end of the giant palm and flashed away.

At the moment when the lightning flashed, the giant palm couldn't retract its momentum, and it slammed into the earth, and suddenly the mountains shook, the dust was blind, and the radius was ten zhang, all hazy.

The young monk appeared from the electric light, and when he saw this scene, his face turned pale and full of horror.

"Huh?"

At this moment, a slightly surprised voice sounded from behind him, sounding like the person who had shot before.

The young monk was terrified, and was about to urge the secret method to dodge again regardless of the consequences, when a clear light of yin and yang appeared, and he was instantly encircled in it.

As soon as the electric light appeared on his body, it disappeared, and at this time, he was like a bird in a cage, and the cage had never been broken, and no matter how strong the escape secret technique was, it was in vain.

Only then did he use the secret technique that had been canceled halfway, but his face became more and more pale, if it weren't for the endless flow of yin and yang light around him at this time, it would be no different from seeing a ghost in the daytime.

At this time, he had already seen that this yin and yang brilliance was emanating from a pair of hooked rings, and just by looking at its momentum, he knew that it was extraordinary.

Seeing this, the young monk gritted his teeth, and he couldn't care about anything else, he had a hunch that if he didn't get out of trouble immediately, he was afraid that he would die on the spot.

I saw him in the shrinking Qiankun circle, his hands were pointed into a sword pointing towards the sky, and the momentum of the whole person also changed, like a spear, sharp and straight into the sky.

Suddenly, the clouds in the sky moved, as if they had been guided by some summoning, they converged and collided, and the sound of purple rays loomed.

"It's ......"

Behind him, Zhang Fan came out and looked at the sky, with a slight hesitation in his eyes, and a faint sense of familiarity came up.

But no matter how familiar he is, it is impossible for him to let the other party do it, if that is the case, he is not Zhang Fan.

pinched the trick in his hand, and pointed it out from afar.

The yin ring in the sudden contraction was stunned, and then the sound of the ring, from small to large, from invisible to traced, instantly covered all the circle.

The young monk was stunned for a moment, as if someone was holding a bronze bell on his head and striking it suddenly. Halfway through the operation of his hand, the spell that was about to perform a thunderous blow was immediately interrupted, and the whole qi and blood were shocked, and a feeling of nausea arose, and he wanted to vomit like the old man before.

It was such a vomiting action, he was only half done, and his vision was full of red, and he immediately felt that his body was light, and the sky was spinning, and at the last glance, he saw a headless corpse falling, and as soon as it landed, it was shattered and scattered into countless pieces.

Before he had time to express any emotion, the last bit of consciousness was like a candle in the wind.

"Plop"

A lone head fell from mid-air, bounced on the ground, and finally rolled under a small tree, staring at the top with unwilling eyes, as if there was an infinite resentment.

"My mom~~"

A cry that was several times worse than the previous one sounded from the tree, and with a "click" the branch broke, and an old man fell like a dog eating shit, and the back of his ass and his head were forward, facing the human head.

When he landed, his eyes widened and his eyes narrowed, the corners of the old man's mouth twitched, white foam appeared, and he barely squeezed out a smile on the head, and then screamed, and ran to Zhang Fan's side with a rolling belt, only to pat his chest in shock.

Seeing his movements, Zhang Fan was stunned, this old boy is really not an ordinary knowledge!

Originally, seeing him like that, whether intentionally or unintentionally, as long as he dared to run down the mountain, Zhang Fan planned to pull him over and teach him a lesson by the way.

But since he's so well-behaved, that's it.

At this time, the old man seemed to have settled down, a pair of small eyes turned slightly, looking at the wreckage on the ground for a while, and peeking at Zhang Fan for a while, only he knew what he was thinking in his heart.

Zhang Fan didn't pay attention to him, but just reached out and took the young monk's Qiankun bag into his hand, and at the same time flew away with a little spark, turning the remains of the corpse into ashes.

In this process, seeing the corpse fragments and human heads burned to ashes in an instant, the old man seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and his eyes became more and more agile.

However, at this time, Zhang Fan had no time to pay attention to him, and as soon as his divine sense penetrated into the Qiankun bag, his face first showed a look of astonishment, and then his expression changed extremely excitingly.

"It's ......"

Zhang Fan felt a little crying and laughing for a while, looked at the ashes on the ground, and felt a little worthless for this young monk.

This person is the easiest foundation monk he has encountered since he built the foundation, and it seems that he is a young man who has just built the foundation just like him.

If you don't die this time, you will have a great future in the future, and it will not be a problem to easily live for more than a hundred years, and it is not completely hopeless to go further, but it is like this...... He died unjustly.

Shaking his head, Zhang Fan glanced back at the old man, and asked pointedly, "Pretend?"

The old man didn't even think about it, and blurted out: "Yes, yes, impersonation, definitely impersonation!"

This old man is really interesting, Zhang Fan smiled when he heard this, and looked at him with some appreciation.

As soon as this smile appeared, the old man only felt like a cloud, suddenly enlightened, and the big stone in his heart finally fell, touching his head, and a smirk appeared on his honest face.

Such a smile, coupled with his well-behaved manners and smart eyes, made Zhang Fan look at him unconsciously, and immediately stopped caring about him, looking into the distance and groaning.

Earlier, in the young monk's bag, he found something that was both familiar and unexpected, and it was this thing that made him cry and laugh, and at the same time feel aggrieved for the other party.

Stretching out his hand to wipe the Qiankun bag, two spiritual talismans with a condensed texture appeared in his hand, and the purple light flashing on them from time to time evoked the past that he thought he had forgotten a long time ago.

-- In the valley without return, under the tree of creation, the divine night decree, thunder for nine days!

How many years have passed, and I have seen it again!

At this time, in Zhang Fan's hands, what is it that is not a divine edict?

In addition to this talisman, there are some miscellaneous elixir magic weapons in the Qiankun bag, just looking at the surnames of those magic weapons, you can know that it belongs to the young monk himself, and there is also something that does not belong to him, which is naturally the star envoy token.

This person's own exercise characteristics, Shenxiao edicts, and the various magic weapons used together all prove his identity, when he is a first-class disciple of the Yongzhou Shenxiao Sect, it is impossible for him to be a disciple of Xingjun.

The ** of the Ten attacked and killed the real star envoy on the way, and then like Zhang Fan, he also came with the purpose of impersonation.

didn't want to kill Li Kui but met Ghost Li, Zhang Fan really thought he was a star envoy, so he didn't let him say anything and get rid of it directly, and then he was ready to pat his ass and leave.

There is really no more wrongful way to die like this.

Although he has the ability to build a foundation and cultivate, he does not have many means, his magic weapons are inferior, and even the Divine Night Decree is less than the Qi Refining Period monk who died in the hands of Zhang Fan back then, plus he is not a woman, all of this makes his identity clear.

At this critical moment of the Great War of the Three States, no matter how you say it, this person is also a foundation-building monk, and it is good to be sent to the battlefield to be cannon fodder!

If it is said that it is to provoke the overseas immortal cultivation world to start a war against Qinzhou and relieve the pressure on the front, Zhang Fan will definitely not believe it, and no one will believe it.

The overseas immortal cultivation world has its own system, and it has its own characteristics.

Due to the vast area and scattered resources, the current situation of scattered sand has not been condensed. In such a situation, there is less gathering, and there is no effect at all; if there are more people looking for them, the news will inevitably leak, and not only will it not play a role, but these people will be ready to be in a different place before they have left the overseas territory!

Such a simple matter, even Zhang Fan, an idler who is outside the sect's decision-making, is clear, not to mention those old monsters who are old and sophisticated, it is impossible for them to be so naïve.

So what is it for? Let this person come all the way, and prepare to assume the identity of the star envoy?

He is different from Zhang Fan, Zhang Fan happened to get together, and he didn't have any special purpose at all, but this person was so deliberate, if he didn't have deep intentions, he really didn't even believe the old man next to him.

Thinking of this interesting old man, Zhang Fan couldn't help but glance at him again, but saw him staring at the ashes on the ground, looking thoughtful, so he beckoned and said:

"Old man, come here!"

"What does the immortal master command? Little Lao'er must have done it for you!"

As soon as the old man heard Zhang Fan's call, he immediately ran over, nodded his head, and patted his chest with an oath.

(To be continued)