"Hahaha......" Xiu Rufeng stood on the border of the fourth layer of mist and laughed loudly, this is a hearty laugh, a laugh from the heart.

"Boundless falling trees and Xiao Xiao, endless Yangtze River rolling ......"

This is the sword path of Xiu Ru Peak, the way of ten thousand swords.

Countless flying swords converged, real and false, Xiu Rufeng stepped lightly and walked up. A sword turned into a ladder, and with each step he took, there was an additional ladder in front of him.

It's walking on a high ground, walking in the sky.

......

Zhang Fan saw this scene, and he was not far away. The frost sword in his hand trembled, as if he sensed Zhou Tian's sword intent and echoed it. Zhang Fan knew that he couldn't let the big man above find out now, so he held his hand hard.

Zhang Fan's sword intent poured into it, stabilizing the Frost Hua Sword.

A pair of eyes looked over, and Xiu Rufeng was staring at Zhang Fan. What the hell is it? Why do I feel a little uneasy? He didn't see the difference in Zhang Fan's body, but he was a little concerned about the sword in Zhang Fan's hand.

"Your sword is Shuanghua, isn't that the sword of the Sword Pavilion?" Xiu Rufeng saw that the exercises on Zhang Fan's body were messy at this time, among them was "Taiji Xuanqing Dao" but it seemed to be different, and even sensed the breath of the Immortal Dao on Zhang Fan's body, but it was a weak trace and could be ignored.

Zhang Fan was not wearing the Taoist robe of the Sword Pavilion, and his exercises at this time were also a little different, not only the Taiji Xuanqing Dao, but also the Washing of the Marrow Sutra, and even the Taiji Xuanqing Dao that he felt when he was in the Sword Pavilion, so even Xiu Rufeng couldn't see what was going on with Zhang Fan at this time.

It was too chaotic, and there was a layer of fog on Zhang Fan's body that blocked his further exploration.

"It's the sword of the Sword Pavilion, but it's not the sword of the juniors, it's the sword of Ye Lan, a disciple of the Sword Pavilion. Zhang Fan was neither humble nor arrogant, and gave a simple answer.

"Ye Lan, it seems that there is such a genius, a young man who is known as the seventh son. Xiu Rufeng thought about it again, Zhang Fan had lost the ability to cultivate, "This Ye Lan may also be the new seventh son of the Sword Pavilion, so how did you get this sword?"

"It was Ye Lan Daoyou who lent it to me. Zhang Fan's face was expressionless.

"Borrow?" In the world of cultivators, sword cultivators regard swords more important than their own names, how can they lend their swords to outsiders. If you want to borrow, it is also to borrow a person who is much stronger than yourself. This Zhang Fan really didn't want to hide anything, it was just an ordinary middle stage of the Xuanying realm, and Ye Lan had already reached the peak of the Xuanying Realm?

So why did Ye Lan lend him the sword? This became a question. A person who is not a person from the Sword Pavilion, how did you gain Ye Lan's trust, or do you have any ulterior secrets?

Zhang Fan was also standing beside the old god stick, Liu Bingxing, and Liu Xin.

"This sword was handed over to the subordinate after Ye Lan Daoyou was besieged and lost all his spiritual power, although it is out of danger now, but we have lost it, so we haven't returned it to him yet. ”

As soon as the eyes of the Sword Pavilion Ye Lan and the old god stick rolled their eyes, they knew what had happened, it turned out that after they separated, Zhang Fan met Ye Lan of the Sword Pavilion. Wait, how did Zhang Fan's cultivation reach the Xuanying realm? Could it be that his cultivation has been restored? You must know that when Liu Bingxing was in the house before, Zhang Fan said that he used to be a cultivator in the Xuanying realm.

Later, with the power of the jade pendant, he was promoted to the psychic realm. But the strength he showed from beginning to end was stronger than him, and after practicing in the secret realm, he reached the early stage of Xuanying, and Liu Bingxing also reached the early stage of Xuanying.

And Zhang Fan, who didn't know where he went, directly entered the middle stage of Xuanying, and his cultivation changed too quickly! Or did he encounter more opportunities?

"Oh......" Xiu Rufeng continued to walk towards the heights......

Zhang Fan saw the moving Xiuru Peak, he was very envious, he felt it, it was the majestic power of the sword. This is when his kendo is at its peak, and it can be used casually by Xiu Rufeng to use that kind of kendo power.

The power of the sword has reached its peak, Zhang Fan also has the power of the sword, but unfortunately it can't be used casually, its use is more troublesome than the forbidden art, the forbidden art can be launched casually, but there is a price, but the power of the sword is different, the feeling is that the sword is coming, and the feeling is gone.

"Who the hell is he? Liu Xin was a little amazed when he saw Xiu Rufeng's strong strength.

"Little brother, don't say it, don't say it!" When the old god stick heard that Liu Xin was talking about Xiu Rufeng, he was directly startled, and when he went up, he pressed Liu Li's mouth and didn't let him speak.

Zhang Fan shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter, when they have cultivated to their level, they are already not interested in these worldly things. ”

The old god's hand left Liu Xin's mouth, and he looked at Zhang Fan embarrassedly, he also knew this truth, but some cultivators, they didn't want to hear others talk about anything.

The old god remembered one thing, it was a friend of his, just because of a word, he died, and the appearance of the person who shot it is still indelible in his mind. Why, just because he has no background, is a casual practice?

Then you can be slaughtered by others? The old god stick suddenly remembered this, but he didn't think that Xiu Rufeng was such a person, but he just felt it.

"Old God Stick, what's wrong with you?" Zhang Fan saw the old God Stick thoughtfully.

The old god stick shook his head, he didn't want to say it, the world of cultivators is the weak, and only when the real self is strong can you be the true master of yourself and do what you want to do.

"Hehe......" Some involuntarily laughed, he was laughing, laughing at this unfair world, laughing at these pathetic cultivators.

Why? What's the matter, this is what only all those who don't know the rules of this cultivator world ask, and true cultivators know that only their own strength is king.

Zhang Fan also guessed something when he saw the old god stick laughing like this, but he was also helpless, the world is like this, what can he do.

Zhang Fan is still very accurate in seeing people, he knows that the old god stick must be a person with a story, and there is a kind of good thought in the old god stick that other cultivators do not have. Zhang Fan is such a person, he always has an inexplicable sympathy for the weak.

Perhaps, we are connected to the same fate!

Weakling? He was very beautiful when he was in the Sword Pavilion, but he lost a lot. When he was not the seventh son of the Sword Pavilion, everyone in the Sword Pavilion seemed to be making enemies of him, which may be the reason for his master, the Sword Soul Elder!

Elder Sword Soul has been lonely all his life, but the only good thing about him is that he has made a few friends. The first one is Wan Xuan, the master of the Sword Pavilion, if it weren't for him, how could the Sword Soul be ranked as one of the top ten elders, even if there are many other reasons for this, it doesn't hinder Wan Xuan's reasons.

The second was Elder He, the second friend of his master that Zhang Fan had seen. He is also the benefactor of his life. Baoyu gave it away, even if it was Zhang Fan, it was impossible for him to do it. If he stays around, Elder He may be able to live a little longer.

No one would dislike the uselessness of innate treasures, but this is an auxiliary form of treasure, which has the effect of prolonging the life of a person of Elder He's age.

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(poem)

I'm gone, you're still there.

The dream remains, but the people are scattered.

For whom are those tears for?

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