Bai Zisheng woke up in the middle of the avenue of enlightenment, and a ray of fine light shot out between his eyes, bringing a big storm!

However, I saw that he was immovable, his clothes were flying, his black hair was entangled, and his fair and delicate face looked slightly bewitching for no reason. His eyes were as black as ink, but they were very different.

I see a bright and dark look, but it makes people feel full of vitality and amiable to watch; The other eye is lifeless, which makes people feel cold all over the body when they look at it.

"Huh, ......" Bai Zisheng gently exhaled a breath of turbidity, and the sea of knowledge was full of obscure avenue truth.

After a while, the wind and waves had stopped, and Bai Zisheng's aura around him was also clear and peaceful, without a trace of weirdness.

He smiled slightly, and all the life and death in his eyes dissipated, appearing clear and black, gentle and quiet, only a touch of darkness under his eyes added a touch of unusualness to him.

"Bai Fan ......" Bai Zisheng stood up, brushed away the unnecessary dust on his body, and with a move in his hand, a touch of silver light suddenly appeared in his hand.

The true yuan in his hand flowed, wrapping the silver light layer by layer, and seeing that it did not move, he stretched his eyebrows and placed it in the center of his eyebrows.

I saw that as soon as the silver light touched Bai Zisheng's eyebrows, it was as if it was being pulled by something, and it instantly disappeared into it.

Bai Zisheng snorted, his face slightly pale.

As soon as the silver light entered the sea of Bai Zisheng's knowledge, it was full of light and dazzling.

The dazzling silver light dimmed for a moment, and the huge amount of information suddenly poured into Bai Zisheng's sea of knowledge in an instant, making the sea of knowledge swell and painful.

Bai Zisheng was not impatient, he only ran the exercises smoothly, and the flow of true yuan was like a clear spring, and the stinging feeling was all gone.

That scene was like a flash of thunder, and it disappeared in a moment. However, the monk's understanding is so good that he can write it all down with just one glance.

Bai Zisheng looked at it carefully, smiled slightly, but there was earth-shattering killing intent in his eyes.

"White Dragon Mansion ......" Bai Zisheng's eyes narrowed slightly, his hands were clenched into fists, and his finger joints were slightly white.

What he told Bai Fan to do at that time was just a bit of luck, but he never thought that he still underestimated his cousin, who had always been low-key, even if it seemed to him to be such a difficult thing, but in Bai Fan's hands, he did it so beautifully, and even he was withdrawn from it and taken off cleanly.

"Brother Bai Fan...... It's really talented. The corners of Bai Zisheng's mouth were slightly hooked, and the meaning was unknown.

Since Bai Fan has done such a good thing, he has to go and meet him again, with his sincerity, lest he be stumbled by his good cousin with a good mind and ruin his plan when he is not yet strong.

As soon as Bai Zisheng's body moved, he had already stepped into the air, hunting in blue, and his end was as cold as a front.

In just a moment, Bai Zisheng was already in the outer door.

It was still the bustling trading street, Bai Zisheng paused slightly, and a peaceful and thick divine sense gushed out, but in an instant, everything in this place came into Bai Zisheng's eyes.

Bai Zisheng's figure turned, but instead of walking to the house where Bai Fan lived, he walked into the most crowded and busy street.

"Snake Grass—"

"Yu Huaihua—"

"A set of remnant magic weapons—"

There were shouts in their ears, and the monks were like mortals, trying their best to sell what they had in exchange for the meager resources they needed to practice.

Bai Zisheng looked at it like this, and he was also full of emotion.

In his previous life, he didn't have such a way, and he was able to go straight into the second-grade immortal sect and become his inner disciple. At that time, he was also like this, breaking into the secret realm to grab resources, or digging elixirs to obtain spiritual fruits just in exchange for a low-grade spirit stone to support his temporary cultivation.

If it weren't for the fact that he met Zuo Chuning later, supported each other, and relied on each other, he wouldn't have been able to practice a little and be able to cultivate to Yuanying.

Thinking about it like this, regardless of the past and present lives, Zuo Chuning has always helped him a lot, how can he not treat him with affection?

Bai Zisheng walked slowly like this, wearing a delicate blue robe unique to the disciples of Bingling Peak, which was particularly conspicuous in the simple brown robe.

"Senior-" A shout came from behind him, Bai Zisheng stopped at his feet, twisted his eyebrows and looked back.

The eyebrows and eyes are handsome, the smile is clean, and the brown robe complements each other, and the temperament is bright, who is it not Yan Nanya?

"Yan Daoyou. Bai Zisheng smiled softly, but the eyebrows were a lot soothed. His impression of Yan Nanya is quite good.

"Senior, are you here to look for Bai Fan again?" Yan Nanya looked at Bai Zisheng with a hint of nervousness in his eyes.

Bai Zisheng raised his eyebrows, and the smile on his lips was even more real: "Exactly." ”

Yan Nanya lowered his head, and his voice suddenly became a lot smaller: "Bai Fan, he ......"

Bai Zisheng frowned, and there was a faint uneasiness in his heart: "He, how is he?"

Yan Nanya was silent for a long time, but he answered the question: "Can you invite the seniors to join us?"

Bai Zisheng's hand tightened slightly, but he nodded.

Yan Nanya got the letter, so he went all the way, leading Bai Zisheng to turn around and make eight turns, but he didn't say a word.

Bai Zisheng followed, and his uneasiness became more and more intense.

As soon as he stepped on this trading street, he felt a trace of strangeness in the air, and his divine sense swept it carefully, but there was no clue, but the strongest part of Bai Fan's breath was not where he lived, but the end of the trading street, so he walked towards that place.

However, the appearance of Yan Nanya gradually magnified the uneasiness hidden in his heart. I don't know what kind of role Yan Nanya, who he has a good impression of, is?

Thinking like this, Bai Zisheng's face was not exposed at all, still with a spring breeze on his face, warm and peaceful.

It's just that he already has a strong True Yuan in his hands, and if something unusual happens, he won't be caught off guard, so that he has no power to fight back.

"Senior, it's here. "A small courtyard, hidden in the bustling streets, seems to have been forgotten, lonely and lonely.

"Squeak-" The rotten wooden door slowly opened, but inside was a delicate beauty completely different from the rotten and miserable outside.

The spirit tree is full of flowers, the spirit flowers under the tree are blooming one after another, and the rockery is secluded, which is quite elegant.

The tip of Bai Zisheng's nose moved slightly, keenly aware of a trace of bloody aura in the air.

"Brother Bai Fan is wounded?"

Yan Nanya turned his head with a hint of surprise on his face.

"Back to the predecessors, Bai Fan is ......"

"Huh?"

"You'll find out when you go in. ”

Bai Zisheng's heart sank slightly, and the smile on his face was also stained with a hint of coldness.

Could it be that when Bai Fan was doing that, he was bitten back, so that he was injured and didn't dare to live in his courtyard house anymore?

No. If he was bitten back, he would not burn the talisman and say that the matter had been done. And he looked at all the things recorded in the talisman, and there was nothing wrong with it, it should be safe and sound, and he was not noticed by the White Dragon Mansion.

So, why did Bai Fan come home with an injury when he did things so beautifully?

Although there were many doubts in his heart, Bai Zisheng's face did not show it at all, and the true yuan condensed in his hand was also slowly circulating, seemingly peaceful and harmless, but in a flash and a moment, it made people shudder.

If Bai Fan dares to make a slight move in Yan Nanya, this blow that almost condenses Bai Zisheng's cultivation, he will bet mercilessly, with Bai Fan and Yan Nanya's cultivation, he will not die, and he will be seriously injured.

Walking slowly through the quiet courtyard, you will see a narrow and inconspicuous house.

Yan Nanya slowly opened the carved wooden door in front of him, and a strong bloody breath came to his face, faintly with a hint of sweet and greasy fragrance, which made people feel a little restless.

Bai Zisheng's eyes flashed slightly, and then he couldn't help frowning.

This taste......

Bai Zisheng's heart moved, and a layer of clear and moist true yuan covered his mouth and nose, blocking the bloody taste with a sweet and greasy aroma, and his consciousness was instantly clear.

"What's going on?" Bai Zisheng looked at Yan Nanya, his handsome face did not have the gentle smile he had before, and he looked a little cold.

Yan Nanya turned around and smiled at him, as if he had not been affected by the strange aroma: "This is the reason why I brought you here." He opened half of the door and opened it wide for a moment, revealing what was inside.

Bai Zisheng's eyes swept away, and his pupils shrank slightly, but he didn't show anything unusual.

I saw that in this small room, there was only a bed that could be placed, covered with a layer of ice, which had been soaked in scarlet blood, which looked extremely terrifying.

And lying on it was the white sail. At this time, his eyes were closed, his breath was faint, and he was almost dying.

However, the strange thing is that he is clearly bleeding constantly, but his face is flushed.

Bai Zisheng's eyes closed slightly, a ray of light blue light flashed, and the condition of Bai Fan on the bed was all visible.

I saw that Bai Fan's whole body was surrounded by a faint pink mist, and the wound on his abdomen was even thicker, almost turning bright red.

It seems that because of the mist, the wound on Bai Fan's abdomen is still bleeding, and there is no healing at all.

And the pink mist wrapped around his body slowly wriggled slowly, as if he was conscious, and kept drilling towards the seven orifices. The further the mist progresses, the more flush on the white sail side increases.

"This is ......" Bai Zisheng frowned, and his hands tightened slightly.

"Bai Fan he, he was poisoned by the Scorpion Rotten Moth. Yan Nanya said slowly, his eyes never left the white sail on the bed for a moment, with a trace of hesitation and pain in his eyes.

"Scorpio rotten borer poisonous ......" Bai Zisheng's face changed slightly, "This thing has long been lost, why did Brother Bai Fan get this thing?"

Yan Nanya sighed softly, and his tone couldn't help but be low: "I don't know." ”

"I don't know where my nephew knew that this was a scorpion rotten moth poison?" Bai Zisheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and his breath was obscure.

Although he admired Yan Nanya a lot, he was only limited to appreciation.

He Bai Zisheng has never been such a kind and ignorant person, if he is convinced by just a trace of good feelings, then his rebirth is a joke!

Yan Nanya turned his head suddenly, his eyes were red: "Isn't Senior Bai suspicious?"

Bai Zisheng's eyes were dark, the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, and his face was full of a light smile: "No, it's just a little doubtful." I also hope that Master Yan's nephew will not hide it. ”