No one in the wild.

The fat man was looking at Nangong Fan with a look of displeasure.

It's not unreasonable for him to feel single, with such a bastard guy by his side, how can he not be single?

The conversation was happy, although the beauty was absent-minded, but that was also a great progress!

He doesn't want to lose face?

The fat man wanted to severely reprimand Nangong Fan for this extremely immoral behavior, but when he opened his mouth, he became soft-spoken, as if he was afraid of waking up the cute girl who was falling into a sweet sleep in Nangong Fan's arms.

"Fan Shao, is this what you said about Xiaoxin? a little cuter than you said. ”

Nangong Fan glanced at the fat man slightly, and didn't care about this guy, he could say a hundred sentences, he could easily say black to white, and then successfully said white to black guy, if you give him a little sunshine, he will dare to be as brilliant as a chrysanthemum.

For such a person, dealing with him is tantamount to asking for hardship. The best thing to do is to ignore him.

Nangong Fan was not a fool, so he naturally chose to ignore the fat man, he took out a wooden bed from the ring, lightly placed Mo Xiaoxin on it, sat on the edge of the bed, stared at the bright red dot in the center of his eyebrows, and couldn't help frowning.

This sigil was directly imprinted on his soul, making him feel like he didn't know where to start.

For fear that an oversight would touch Mo Xiaoxin's fragile soul and cause irreparable scars.

In this world, nothing about the soul is a trivial matter.

Nangong Fan raised his finger and wanted to point it at Mo Xiaoxin's eyebrows for a little temptation, but this finger didn't dare to really click on it.

What if there is a backlash?

I don't know where to start!

For the first time, Nangong Fan was annoyed that he hadn't put much effort into the cultivation of divine power. couldn't help but sigh softly, and finally stopped the useless attempt. People are like this, the more they care, the more afraid they are of losing.

Nangong Fan gently picked up Mo Xiaoxin and put it in the ring, he was about to go to Shangcheng, how could he allow Lin Zhiyan to be forced to marry someone she didn't like?

Seeing Lin Zhiyan's face in that illusion, that feeling was deeply imprinted in his mind, he didn't know if it was love, but he knew that he couldn't allow others to bully her, and he couldn't tolerate her not having a good time.

The fat man seemed to sense something, licked the corners of his mouth, and there was a hint of fire in his eyes.

Challenge the Nangong family? It's really exciting to think about it!

Outsiders know the thoughts of these two little rabbit cubs who don't know the height of the sky, and they will definitely laugh at it, and there is no such way to find death, right?

Nangong Fan was about to leave this place with the fat man.

A strong and domineering divine thought came from afar, sweeping the audience unscrupulously.

Nangong Fan's eyes condensed slightly, he didn't leave any clues, did he come to the door so quickly? It seems that he still underestimated those families who have a great reputation in the Galactic Alliance.

That divine thought stared at him like a poisonous snake, and took the opportunity to devour, making Nangong Fan feel a little uncomfortable, knowing that he had been locked, he slowly rose into the air, and the black dragon sword appeared in his hand with brilliance.

Since it can't be avoided, let's fight!

If you want to fight, you have a good time!

A small black dot appeared in the distance, and it stood out in the afterglow of the sun.

Nangong Fan saw the black dot at a glance, and knew that the main master who was peeping at him from a distance was coming, the hand holding the sword was tight and loose, loose and tight, he had never been a person who had to talk crookedly for a long time when fighting, he was looking for a suitable opportunity.

The black dot gradually enlarged, and Nangong Fan's eyes easily discovered that it was an old man.

The gray hair and snow-white clothes seem to blend together. His face was extremely serious, with the majesty of a superior person, and he held a staff inlaid with milky white hedrons. There is a strange scholarly aura on his body, if you don't look at the vigorous momentum on his body, he is more like an old pedant.

The old pedant is like gliding through the sky, very different from the ordinary spiritual walking in the air.

Spiritual cultivation can fly into the sky, in fact, it relies on the spiritual power in the body to resonate with heaven and earth, and uses spiritual power to form a void ground under his feet, so that he can walk in the air as if he were walking on the ground.

And the old man was completely different from ordinary flying people, his whole body did not have the slightest aura surging, but it was like a black hole frantically absorbing the aura floating between heaven and earth. The aura carried him, roaming in the clouds, roaming freely between heaven and earth.

The old man looked very lazy, not like he had come to fight. On the contrary, it has the comfort of an ordinary old man, wandering around the street corner and buying a small dish at will, and immediately turning around and going back.

Nangong Fan's eyes were full of solemnity, the strongest creatures that died in his hands were Xiong Da and the strange fish, the strange fish was limited, and the last blow also made him in the clouds, Xiong Da relied on his bloodline talent to have high-level legendary combat power.

Nangong Fan was sure that the old man in front of him had reached the realm of high-level legends just in terms of divine cultivation.

Although they all joked that the combat power of divine cultivation was not strong, their focus was even more weird.

If we say that physical cultivation and spiritual cultivation are both internal universes, the emphasis is slightly different. That divine cultivation is the cultivation of the universe outside the body, they are closer to nature, and they are better at borrowing the general trend of heaven and earth.

The old man's hair was meticulously combed behind his head, and his snow-white beard touched his chest, looking a little fairy-like.

The old man's gaze was indifferent, and his gaze fell directly on the ring on Nangong Fan's right hand, with a strange smile on the corner of his mouth, "Fellow Daoist, you took my plaything." ”

Nangong Fan's eyes froze, and circles of red smoke appeared strangely outside the sea of knowledge, revealing a bloody and strange feeling.

The blood mist slowly wriggled, as if it had condensed into hundreds of sigils, bombarding towards the sea of knowledge like a meteorite.

Nangong Fan's vision was slightly blurred, he couldn't see everything in front of him clearly, and everything became so hazy.

The old man seemed to have changed into three under his eyes, gradually enlarged in front of his eyes, and slowly merged into one.

Nangong Fan wanted to slash horizontally with a sword, but he felt like he was wielding a huge mountain, and his slow speed was a few points slower than that of a snail crawling.

The slightly wrinkled palm was gently patted over.

The sigil over the sea of knowledge fell with the movement of the palm, and the sea of knowledge rippled, and a buzzing sounded in the ears.

The seemingly weak palms of the hands carried overwhelming power, and the clothes were sunken and clinging to the epidermis of the body.

Nangong Fan's mouth was sweet, and a stream of blood surged. There were blood streaks emerging from the surface of the body, dripping with blood, soaking the robe and embellishing the sky.

At this time, Nangong Fan's hand had just been raised.

Nangong Fan actually had a ridiculous feeling that the timeline had been stretched.

The attack of the divine cultivator is really unguardable.

Every move, word and deed is a powerful attack.

The old man withdrew his slightly numb right hand, and he felt as if he had slapped himself on a boulder, barely scratching a little of the epidermis, but the strong rebound force made his hand, which rarely did rough work, feel slightly unbearable.

"Nice physique. The old man opened his mouth, the red light flashed under his eyes, he was a little excited, such a strong physique was an excellent object for his experiment. He was obsessed with research and more pointless fighting, not expecting that a plaything leaving her established course would bring him such a surprise.

A ring that can hold living creatures, a strong body for him to fiddle with.

After all, the bodies of demon beasts and orcs are still very different from those of humans.

Some things are not the same, and if the experiment does not bear fruit, the people behind him will not be in the mood to supply him with infinite, varied, and bizarre materials every day to make him experiment with an effective result, and maybe even face the threat of disaster himself.

He had no doubt that the group of executioners behind him had the determination to kill and kill people, even if he was a high-level legendary cultivator, when it was time to abandon it, that group of people would never show any mercy.

Experiments are extremely important to him, and even his daily practice is a lesson.

There was a flash of light in the old man's eyes, and the light in his eyebrows slowly rose, and the heavens and the earth seemed to boil all at once. The invisible aura beats freely between heaven and earth, revealing the charm that should be there.

Yellow is gold, and the invisible aura flashes with golden light, like a divine weapon, with a sharp edge.

Green is wood, it seems to have a big tree, rising out of thin air, swaying the thick trunk, full of life, the leaves are falling, and the grass is horizontal, with a tough taste.

Blue for water, faintly there is the sound of water flow from far and near, the first hearing only ticking, and then listening to the waves rolling, boundless power, such as waves, like the sea, endless, boundless.

Red is fire, crackling and burning, there seems to be green smoke slowly spreading upwards, there seems to be a boundless fire, connecting the sky and the earth, like a giant furnace to calcinate the heaven and earth.

Brown is earth, rising from the ground, tumbling, trembling, inconspicuous, but revealing a unique heaviness.

Nangong Fan's heart trembled, and the old man under his eyes seemed to be shrouded in boundless brilliance, like a god in the sky.

Every move connects the heavens and the earth.

Such a general trend is difficult for him to resist even if he tries his best.

The blood-colored runes all over the sea of knowledge are even more weird, as if they are going to be directly imprinted on Nangong Fan's sea of knowledge, leaving indelible traces.

At that time, Nangong Fan will no longer be able to fully control his body, just a guinea pig, a walking corpse without thoughts.

Nangong Fan's powerful palm couldn't help but let go, and the black dragon sword launched a wail, slowly falling from the air and plunging straight into the ground.

Nangong Fan's body was trembling, and he wanted to just hold his head and sleep for a while. How good it is to rest, how refreshing it is to sleep like this. Don't think about tomorrow, don't think about anything else.

Nangong Fan wanted to fall asleep and sink in the dark.

The old man's fingers trembled slightly, and the aura between heaven and earth gathered with the movement of his fingers, condensing into a huge rune.

Heaven and earth squeezed in, and Nangong Fan's body kept shaking.

At this moment, a majestic voice slowly sounded from under his feet.

The voice is warm, like a spring breeze, which is about to blow away all vanity and suppress all evil.

"Suddenly, like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloom. ”

There was a ball-like figure that stepped into the air from the next step of his feet.

Holding a thick brush, he slowly painted in the void, as if there were butterflies dancing and peacocks spreading their wings.

A few simple strokes can outline a perfect story.

He had a divine light on him, and there were countless sounds of reading in the heavens and the earth.

Although there are many voices, they do not seem to be chaotic, but they are very neat and orderly, like spring rain, with long vitality, irrigating into Nangong Fan's heart.

The fat man's face was solemn, as if he was doing something extremely great and sacred.

The golden and holy light exudes an awe-inspiring righteousness, like the spring sun shining on the earth.

Brought life, thawed the glacier.

A faint layer of gold appeared above the sea of Nangong Fanzhi, and the blood mist dissipated like a mouse seeing a cat, and the more and more clear sigil collapsed at the moment when it was about to take shape.

Nangong Fan's ears seemed to sound the sound of something breaking, and his originally weak body was filled with endless vitality again. It was as if the barrier had been opened, the body was no longer slow, and the clarity in the eyes had regained.

How can there be the domineering gold, wood, water, fire and earth that you just saw?

Nangong Fan's eyes were straight, and his heart moved.

The dragon's chant resounded in the sky, and the black dragon sword drew a beautiful arc on the ground, like a true dragon flying in the sky, flying with a fierce momentum.

The gold is broken, the wood dies, the water is broken, the fire is extinguished, and the earth melts.

Everything is vain, everything disappears in the spring breeze, and only black marks sweep across the sky.