On the surface of the Holy Yang Sect, various power institutions are intricately intertwined, forming a huge system that is constantly running.

Among these many sect institutions, countless disciples took on tasks and obtained the spirit stones needed for cultivation.

Bu Fan and Tu Xian came to the refining pharmacy, and the task they had to take was to pick up gold water.

Gold water, a bucket weighing thousands of catties, is the special water needed by the alchemy pharmacy to reduce the temperature of the Dan furnace.

In a pool hundreds of zhang away from the alchemy pharmacy, there is a pool of golden water.

The gold water is yellow, viscous and incomparable, this pool water is as heavy as a thousand pounds, with a length of 20 zhang and a width of 20 zhang, and the depth is incalculable.

Next to the pond water, a number of flat poles and small wooden barrels are placed, on which there are rune carvings to ensure that the flat poles are continuous and the wooden barrels are not broken.

When the two of them came to the pool, they picked up the wooden bucket and the flat pole, and began to pick up the golden water.

The realm of slaughtering immortals has the realm of three apertures, and the aura is exerted, and it is effortless to lift a bucket of gold water.

Bu Fan had the strength of a thousand catties, so he directly picked up the flat pole, picked up two buckets of water, and walked to the alchemy pharmacy.

The two of them have been carrying water in this alchemy pharmacy for ten days, and the spirit stones have accumulated unconsciously.

Bu Fan counted his own spirit stones, in addition to the ten lower grade spirit stones issued by the sect, he already had fifty.

"Bu Fan, work hard, there is still a month, and we will be able to exchange for a Breaking Pill. The two of them gasped and struggled to carry the water.

The purpose of them coming here to fetch water was to obtain the Breaking Pill that could help the cultivators of the Enlightenment Realm break through the realm.

In the miscellaneous area, there is a spirit pill pavilion that specializes in selling all kinds of spirit pills to disciples, and the pills in it are affordable, so the disciples are also willing to go there to buy them.

For the next grade, you only need fifty spirit stones, and Bu Fan wants to save two hundred spirit stones, in order to buy the best Breaking Pill.

Tu Xian was slow to pick, and his realm was also better than Bu Fan's breakthrough, so he retreated to the second, and only wanted to buy a medium-grade Breaking Pill with a hundred spirit stones.

The summer was hot, and the heat wave hit, blowing the bodies of the two of them that were already full of high temperature even hotter, and before they knew it, half a day had passed.

"Bu Fan, I'm going back to practice. Tu Xian couldn't hold on, he took the lead in speaking, and went to cultivate after a hearty physical labor, the effect was the best, and the two of them did it every day.

Bu Fan still wanted to earn more spirit stones, so he replied: "You go back first, I'll pick a few more trips." ”

Hearing this, Tu Xian didn't say anything, went to the alchemy pharmacy, exchanged the spirit stones, and returned to the accommodation area of the Holy Yang Academy.

Bu Fan carried the flat burden, moved his steps with difficulty, sweat covered his entire forehead, and even the clothes on his body were wet.

Thinking about the purpose of his cultivation, Bu Fan couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and a smile bloomed on his face.

A month ago.

"Bu Fan, if you want to find your biological parents, why don't you join the Holy Yang Sect and step into the ranks of cultivation?"

At dusk, Bu Fan sat in the courtyard of the Bujia family, glowing with the dark yellow sunset color, illuminating the small courtyard in a dim, and the sun that was about to end the day's mission in the distance was about to set.

Bu Zhixing found Bu Fan and said such a sentence.

Hearing Bu Zhixing's words, Bu Fan's eyes were ignorant, and he couldn't help asking: "Father, can you find your biological parents by cultivating immortals?" The young man's words were filled with a hint of doubt and youthful ignorance, and more than ten years of confusion and nightmares, just like this, it can be said that the first ten years of his time were wasted.

Bu Zhixing saw the simplicity and simplicity in Bu Fan's eyes, and smiled gently, "Of course, this world, vast and boundless, if you embark on the road of cultivation, you can fly to the sky, if you can cultivate to a high and profound realm, in a thought, you can easily travel thousands of miles, and the person who cultivates the truth has a long lifespan, and the immortal is even more eternal, on par with the heavens, the earth and the stars, if you have that realm, have such enough time, are you afraid that you can't find your parents?"

Bu Zhixing is about thirty years old, not like a father, but like a big brother, he smiled at Bu Fan, what was hidden in his face was endless kindness, he said, but also for Bu Fan to solve the doubts, "Your parents, not ordinary people, if you don't cultivate the truth, you may turn into dry bones in a hundred years, and they are still alive in the world." ”

Speaking of this, Bu Fan could feel that Bu Zhixing's gaze was condensed, and it became extremely profound at this moment.

I only heard him whisper: "A child can be born with an awakened divine soul and a physical body, how can he be a mortal." He didn't know what realm it was to make a child have such a natural talent for cultivation, and he could also feel that Bufan's potential was more than that.

"Hmph..."

The boy snorted, stumbled, and almost fell to the ground.

However, he persevered tenaciously, thinking that if he could cultivate to the foundation and step on the flying sword one day, Bu Fan would have a smile on his face.

The last bucket of golden water was poured into the small ditch of the Danfang, and Bu Fan put the flat pole and the wooden bucket on the edge of the pool, and sat on the ground.

"Father, I will find my biological parents, and I will also find a way to help you heal your injuries. Bu Fan sat on the bluestone-paved "Qingyun Avenue", looking at the avenue winding and circling like a long dragon, quietly distracted.

More than ten years of cynicism and meanness have made the teenager know that feelings are important.

He will cherish every one of his relationships.

Now, he came to the Holy Yang Sect alone, but he still stayed at home.

"Father, I don't know if you're okay?" Thinking of the adoptive father who was like the eldest brother, Bu Fan smiled again, the two fathers and sons were also fathers and friends, and Bu Zhi's trip was good to Bu Fan, he always remembered it in his heart.

In fact, he rarely laughs, except in front of Bu Zhixing, and now in front of Tu Xian, Bu Fan never laughs, he has always been indifferent to others.

"Yo, isn't this waste?"

The scene is beautiful, and an inopportune sound breaks the silence.

The voice was full of bitterness and sarcasm.

Bu Fan turned his head and looked at the person who spoke calmly, his face was calm and unwavering.

The person whose name is Bu Feng, and Bu Fan belong to the same clan, among the Bu family, it belongs to him and his brother, and he is the most mean to him, for such a person, Bu Fan really doesn't want to pay attention to it, so he has been silent and doesn't want to make a sound.

Bu Feng saw that Bu Fan was just looking at himself quietly, without any reaction, and suddenly became a little annoyed, and his words were even more sour, "Waste, you came to the sect with stiff wings, right, how did our brothers warn you at the beginning, I didn't expect you to dare to come to the Holy Yang Sect." "In the Bu family before, Bu Fan always took a detour when he saw a few people, Bu Fan was not afraid at all when he saw him, he couldn't stand this change.

Bu Fan listened to Bu Feng's mean words, and his face gradually turned cold, "What does it matter to you that I came to the Holy Yang Sect, go away." With that, he stood up, bypassed the breeze, and prepared to return to the lodging quarters.

"Hey, wait. Bu Fan's words, let Bu Feng's face pale, and when Bu Fan passed by him, he grabbed Bu Fan's wrist. "Who told you you could go. ”

Bu Fan's wrist was grabbed, and he suddenly felt a little angry in his heart, and struggled for a while, but was grabbed by Bu Feng's hands like iron tongs.

"Yo, you're still not convinced? Seeing Bu Fan like this, Bu Feng sneered.

"Let go. Bu Fan's tone was cold, with a chill, seeing that Bu Feng didn't let go, a cold light flashed in his eyes, "Bu Feng, your brothers, and Bu Lei's brothers and sisters, the four of you, it's best to pray that I can't grow up, otherwise, you just wait for my crazy revenge." ”

Thinking of what happened back then, it is likely to be related to the parents of these people, Bu Fan's heart is full of murder, these people will also be the object of his revenge, his practice, is not simply looking for his biological parents, for Bu Zhixing to heal his injuries.

Also, for that incident.

When Bu Feng heard Bu Fan's words, he immediately understood that Bu Fan also knew about the incident back then, and a trace of killing intent flashed in his eyes, "Do you know what happened back then?"

Bu Fan didn't want to dwell on it anymore, and said indifferently, "Let go." “

And his attitude seemed to irritate Bu Feng, "Since you know about that incident back then, then you..."

In Bu Fan's unbelievable eyes, Bu Feng's aura emanated from his body, and a wave of aura fluctuations in the late stage of enlightenment raged.

"Just die..."

Bu Feng roared, and in Bu Fan's disbelieving eyes, he threw him into the golden pool.

Before falling into the golden pool, Bu Fan saw the seven points of light exuding aura on Bu Feng's body.

Is it late in the opening period?

Bu Fan had a lot of thoughts in his heart, and without waiting for him to think about it, he sank directly into the golden pool.

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Slammed on the surface of the pool, Bufan sank fast.

At this moment, he felt as if he had fallen into the mire.

The golden water around his body kept squeezing in, making him unable to move.

He kept struggling, but it was useless, and he only fell deeper and deeper.

Gradually, he felt like he was confused.

At this moment, the scene of more than ten years quickly crossed his mind.

He thought of Bu Zhixing, of the mean treatment of the Bu family, and of Tu Xian.

The water in the pond is as heavy as a thousand pounds, how can it let an ant get out, he kept struggling, but it didn't have the slightest effect, at this moment, he felt hopeless.

It turns out that human life is so fragile?

In an instant, he suddenly thought that if his realm was high enough, how could he die for this situation.

Cultivate the truth, I want to cultivate the truth!

At the last moment when he was about to die, his mind was full of desire for strength, if he was strong enough, would he change everything at the moment.

With such thoughts, he became unconscious and fell to the bottom of the pool.

A mysterious artifact, touched by his right hand.

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The moment his right hand touched the unknown object.

A thunderbolt, with a loud roar, exploded in his mind.

The sound is endless, reverberating for a long time.

Before he died, the last trace of consciousness crossed by.

I... Is it just dead? It's a wreck to die.

Bufeng was on the shore, and when he saw that Bufan's struggle had stopped, and the water in the pond no longer sounded, he suddenly sneered.

The people in the pool are obviously dead.

So there was no need for him to stay here for long.

"If a disciple of the academy is missing, presumably the sect will not ask about it. The figure was far away, and the sound drifted away in the wind.

The Holy Yang Sect was still functioning normally, as if this had never happened.