The turbulent Hidden Scripture Valley returned to calm, and Miao Xi, who was taken over by Yin Rong, had a treasure pattern that had slowly disappeared. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Senior sister, are you okay?"

Taking out the cloak to wrap the girl's tattered body, Yin Rong asked her with concern.

Before that, everyone could find that several of the bullets that were machine-gunned by Zheng Fan's squad on the girl's body penetrated deep into the skin, which was also the reason for her body to bleed.

"It's okay......"

Miao Xi could still maintain consciousness, and while she was a little weak and spoke, her eyes were already rolling with tears, as if she had been greatly wronged and lost face.

"Boy, you should hurry up too, if you pretend to be dead again, it will only be more embarrassing." The old man in the white cloth robe came to the not too deep pit on the side where Wang Zhen was thrown out, and kicked him with his foot without sympathy.

Wang Zhen, who was lying in the gravel pit, opened his eyes and was stunned for a while, and then he got up, unable to hide his anger and depravity, looking for Zheng Fan's figure.

"Hehe~~~ You guys are really resistant to beating."

Zheng Fan grinned, completely unimpressed by Wang Zhen's gaze that wanted to kill.

"Zheng Fan, let's not finish, you wait for me......"

In the obstruction of the young man of the Thousand Machine Peak Mu Linggen, Wang Zhen, who had suffered a big loss, jumped high and shouted to Zheng Fan.

"I'm too strong, and my attack is not light or heavy, you'd better not mess with me, otherwise it will really hurt." Zheng Fan took out his pipe and lit it, looking extremely proud and stinky.

For Zheng Fan, who was wearing gold silk briefs, not only Guan Ruoyao of Dayan Peak, but even the girl of Ningyin Peak, who was not very social, couldn't help but have a strange complexion.

"I don't have any moves, but I'm really strong."

Looking at Zheng Fan's strong and bulging muscles, Guan Ruoyao couldn't help but sigh secretly.

"Boy, I advise you not to get carried away, if it weren't for her unpreparedness and lack of experience in fighting, if you want to defeat her, not only will it not be easy, but you will be hit hard." The old man took the shrunken seal into his hand and smiled.

"It's a total frontal defeat, the result speaks for itself, no matter what, I'm the winner." Zheng Fan bent his arms, showing off his muscles, and smiled triumphantly.

"Your current physical strength has been able to compete with the monks of the Xuan Period, but it is not a time to be proud, the reason why the strong can stand out is to constantly explore their own potential, in the old man's opinion, you kid is still far behind, and at the beginning of cultivation, such extreme body refining will increase the great obstacle to future cultivation." The old man glanced at Zheng Fan Dao.

"Originally, I also wanted to choose the classics for cultivating spiritual power, mystical body methods, qi refining and body refining, but you sent me out." Zheng Fan let out a sigh of relief, with the intention of complaining about the old man.

"In a situation like yours, you have to go back and think about what kind of exercises you need to do the bottom line, and it's better to wait for the opportunity than to make a mistake." The old man doesn't care much about the juniors' sentimental disputes.

In front of everyone, Zheng Fan didn't reason with the old man, especially after venting his annoyance, he felt that the old man got him out of the Tibetan Scripture Cave in advance, which seemed to have the meaning of letting him return to the Tibetan Scripture Valley.

"Senior Brother Qiu, what's going on?"

A faint breeze blew, and the figure of Feng Anhua, a blue-robed man, appeared very strangely not far from the juniors.

"It's nothing, just now, the two little guys lost and suffered some injuries, but it's not a big problem." The old man sat down at the wooden table again and began to signal Geng Bin and the others to come over and register.

"In other words, although I haven't completely let go of my physical strength, these two people's ability to resist attacks is strong enough!" Zheng Fan stepped back slightly, observing Miao Xi and Wang Zhen.

Compared with Miao Xi, who was slightly weaker when he was injured, Wang Zhen was drooping his two arms, trembling constantly, and there were several bloody cuts on his face where the petrified brilliance had faded.

"Did you do it?"

The blue-robed man looked at Zheng Fan with a fierce expression.

"Some of them didn't hold back."

Zheng Fan, who couldn't deny it if he wanted to, pretended to smile shyly.

"What exercises did this kid get?"

Although the blue-robed man did not look good, he did not have a seizure, but leaned towards the wooden table, observing the old man's record.

"Don't look at it, that kid has invited the ancient magic trick."

The old man spoke lightly, as if he realized Feng Anhua's intention, and didn't look at him squarely.

"Void Clearing? You, go back with me first. ”

After observing the annotations on the old man's record, the blue-robed man quickly summoned Zheng Fan.

Yin Rong, who was supporting Miao Xi, opened his mouth and didn't quite understand why the blue-robed man, as the division commander of Chaotian Peak, instead of pursuing Zheng Fan's faults, wanted to take him away first.

"There seems to be something going on here."

Zheng Fan keenly felt that not only the old man in the white robe, but even the blue-robed man in Chaotian Peak was also very concerned about him.

"Whew~~~"

The blue-robed man who pulled Zheng Fan took up a puff of wind and light, and soon flew away, leaving Geng Bin and the other disciples in the Tibetan Scripture Valley.

"Ten years ago, in the Fang Market, he had a conflict with Senior Brother Jiang Fayuan, and he shot a similar metal, which was quite powerful, but it was a match at the time." As soon as he thought of the scene where Zheng Fan had just used a machine gun and frantically sudden, Li Changlin, a young man from Lei Linggen of Prison Breaking Peak, couldn't help but feel a chill.

"The battle just now, Zheng Fan doesn't seem to be very serious, if he goes all out, it will be even more terrifying." The young man of Qianji Peak Mu Linggen only felt that Zheng Fan was still hidden.

"Extraordinary talent does not mean that you can see everything, you must learn from him, among your peers, there is such a number one person, you will inevitably face his threat in the future." The old man said lightly while recording the classics obtained by Geng Bin.

"I'm not going to lose him."

Geng Bin's expression was dark, showing a certain amount of confidence in replying.

"If only in terms of his own strength, at this stage, he is still stronger, I just hope that you will not be crushed by the pressure, if you don't speak, you will already be a blockbuster, it is said that he is a kind of person, when you are self-righteous, that kid must have experienced hard training." The old man couldn't help but laugh.

"Uncle Shi thinks that if we have a spiritual root, especially if we cultivate a spiritual element, we will lose to him?" The young man of Qianji Peak couldn't help but confirm.

"Linggen talent is important, but with your current level, you can't fully play this advantage, and the essence of fighting and fighting is to knock down the opponent in the shortest time, the most quickly and effectively, in fact, that kid has already left his hand just now, otherwise you are already two corpses, this is where you are lacking." Speaking of which, the old man smiled playfully at Yin Rong on the side.

Unlike the old man's teaching to the young disciples, Zheng Fan was led by the blue-robed man and returned to the Chaotian Palace.

"Whew! Call! Whew~~~"

Zheng Fan, who was pulled by the blue-robed man, only felt that the wind was howling, and Chaotianfeng was constantly getting closer in his visual perception.

"Just a tome?"

When he was about to reach the peak of Chaotian Peak, the blue-robed man asked Zheng Fan.

Zheng Fan, who couldn't open his mouth because of the howling wind, just nodded.

"Senior brother in charge, Anwar has returned with Zheng Fan, a disciple of Cui Lingfeng."

The blue-robed man who landed in the square in front of the Chaotian Hall barely stopped, and while making a loud announcement, he pulled Zheng Fan into the main hall.

"Wait~~~ I haven't dressed yet......"

Zheng Fan, who wears a gold silk briefs on his lower body, is not shy, but he just doesn't want his muscles to be exposed.

And the blue-robed man seemed to be deliberately drying Zheng Fan, so he didn't give him a chance to find clothes to wear.

"Senior Brother Anwar?"

In the main hall, the robed old man surnamed Wei of the Broken Prison Peak was the first seat, and when he saw Zheng Fan almost naked, he was pulled in by the blue-robed man, and his facial expression was somewhat strange.

"Just now in the process of arguing, this kid injured Xi'er and Wang Zhen, and his clothes were torn." The blue-robed man grabbed Zheng Fan and explained.

"Let it go."

Unlike the other peaks, staring at Zheng Fan's bright and bulging muscles, the scholarly woman got up from her chair, obviously dissatisfied with Feng Anhua's deep words, and took out a cloak.

When the blue-robed man Feng Anhua let go, Zheng Fan smiled gratefully at the scholarly woman, took out the white robe and lining from the brocade bag, and turned out to be quite a bachelor, and began to dress in the main hall in front of the first seats.

"Boy, your physical strength is quite strong!"

A man with five big and three thick men on the Taishi chair looked at Zheng Fan's strong muscles, as if he had seen a treasure.

For the first seat of Juyan Peak, Zheng Fan just grinned and gave him a response.

"It's Senior Brother Qiu again, and you don't have any sense of proportion in the Tibetan Scripture Valley, right?" The crane-haired boy-faced man at the top of the hall glanced at Feng Anhua with a frown, as if he blamed him, he shouldn't have brought Zheng Fan in like this.

"The main thing is that this kid has obtained an extraordinary ancient technique, otherwise even if Senior Brother Qiu Ku jokes with the junior, there will be no fierce competition." Feng Anhua gestured to the silk qi scroll that Zheng Fan had placed on the ground.

"Did this ancient technique exist in the Hidden Scripture Cave before?"

The crane-haired boy hesitated, but did not ask people to present the scroll.

"It should have been there before, I read Senior Brother Qiu's record, saying that this Void Clearing Technique was a dusty canon, and by chance, it was exposed in the Sleepy Spirit Sutra, presumably under his influence." Feng Anhua sat aside and responded.

"In our Thousand Spirits Sect, not to mention the disciples of the sect, even the head of the sect is not allowed to easily cultivate the ancient technique, whether it is an accident or a coincidence, or chance, I think that this ancient technique is still put away by Senior Brother Qiu Ku." Mu Huafeng's expressionless face was the first man, and he looked very unkind.

"If according to what Senior Brother Hong Ling said, if the disciple asks for the canon, he won't be able to get good things, right? Or maybe it's not our Cuiling Peak. The book-scented woman left Zheng Fan sneered.

"Senior Sister Liu misunderstood what I meant, this kind of ancient technique is not necessarily a good thing for a young disciple to cultivate, let alone a good thing." Mu Huafeng's face was also slightly cold, and he retorted to the squeeze of the book-scented woman.

"If the ancient magic trick is not a good thing, some strong people will not go to great lengths to collect it." The palace woman of Ning Yin Peak smiled at Liu Yueqin.

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