Chapter 7: Heavy Rain

Zhang Yanchen suddenly made a thunderous move, not because he wanted to do something to stand out, nor did he want An Xiaosheng and others to think how powerful they were.

The reason why she made a move was entirely because after seeing the phantom, she remembered the introduction to Wuzhuo imprinted in her mind when she first recognized the Lord with Wuzhuo.

The famous weapon is black, cold and angry, it can be improved, and it needs to eat the charm of the spirit, which can greatly increase its power.

This piece of black art, after absorbing the aura of the Enchanting Dragon, will cause its level to change and its power will be greatly increased.

When the phantom wanted to escape, she clearly felt Wu Zhuo's desire for the phantom, so she instantly made a move, allowing Wu Zhuo to suck the phantom, and by the way, these wolf demons who had been manipulated by the phantom.

At this moment, Wu Zhuo was full of food and drink, and he was very happy and did not react at all.

Zhang Yanchen was about to take it back, but An Xiaowan had already rushed over and exclaimed, "Wow~ senior, senior......"

The loud exclamation was almost equivalent to someone yelling in her ear.

Zhang Yanchen stepped back again and again, frowning and looking at An Xiaowan.

"Senior, you're so amazing!" An Xiaowan took two steps forward and looked at Zhang Yanchen with a look of adoration.

An Xiaosheng and others also followed, and they all wanted to say something to Zhang Yanchen, and when Zhang Yanchen saw this formation, he knew that he was bound to be unable to live in the future.

Seeing that it was getting late, she didn't want to be questioned by a group of people.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yanchen's face looked a little bad, and she only said: "It's just a weapon." ”

said. has already crossed An Xiaowan to leave, An Xiaowan and the others plan to follow.

Zhang Yanchen suddenly turned his head and said with a cold brow: "Don't follow me." ”

In a word, the unswerving color in the tone made everyone frightened, and they involuntarily stopped, looked at Zhang Yanchen on a big tree dozens of feet away, closed his eyes and took a nap.

Everyone didn't dare to disturb easily, so they didn't say much, and each found a place to sit down and rest.

Time passes slowly but incredibly quickly. The night finally went away. The sun rises in the east, bringing warmth to the earth.

However, early in the morning, the air is extremely hot, and the heat is steaming, which makes people feel less depressed.

An Xiaosheng and the others saw a direction. Leaving the valley in a mighty way. Walk south.

Wait for a little half a day. This dreary weather finally ended, and under the howling wind, the torrential rain unceremoniously sprinkled the earth. Moistens the dry earth.

Before Zhang Yanchen took out his magic weapon to block the heavy rain, he held up a lilac umbrella above his head to keep out the surging rain.

Zhang Yanchen glanced back at An Xiaowan, who was holding an umbrella behind her, raised her eyebrows, but didn't say anything.

An Xiaowan showed a big smile to Zhang Yanchen, seeing that Zhang Yanchen didn't say anything else, knowing that she didn't mind holding an umbrella for her by herself, she was suddenly very happy.

She hesitated again and again, and finally couldn't help but speak: "Senior ......"

"Huh?" Zhang Yanchen responded softly.

An Xiaowan originally thought that Zhang Yanchen would not respond to her, and she couldn't help it.

At this moment, she suddenly responded in a low voice, which suddenly made her think it was her own auditory hallucination, but when she looked carefully, she found that Zhang Yanchen's eyebrows and eyes were cold and unwavering.

"Senior, you just answered me?" She asked uncertainly.

Zhang Yanchen raised his eyebrows and looked back at her: "What's the matter?" ”

An Xiaowan was suddenly pleasantly surprised, and said with a smile: "Senior, you really answered me." ”

She smiled happily, but Zhang Yanchen was a little inexplicable, but she just agreed, as for being so happy?

Zhang Yanchen has always been pure-hearted, for her, she has never had any expectations for others, has never had any worship for others, and she has flattered others, she doesn't know An Xiaowan's psychology at the moment.

"Senior, I heard that you have only been in the Yin Yang Valley for fifty-five years, and now you are only sixty-five years old. But in this land of Shenzhou, the situation of reaching the early stage of refining at the age of sixty-five has never happened at all, really, how did you do it? ”

A god-like figure was by her side, and An Xiaowan felt that she had encountered the luckiest thing of the year, and she was in such close contact.

This predecessor looks cold on the surface, but in fact, he is kind in his heart, and it is rumored that the predecessor has a bodhisattva heart, and has a fairy-like appearance, which is simply a perfect person with beautiful wisdom and character.

"Diligent cultivation and hard work, diligence can make up for clumsiness."

This is Zhang Yanchen's biggest perception of herself, she not only relies on talent, luck, but also perseverance, no one will be like her, even when she sleeps, she is cultivating and absorbing aura, as if she can't wait to sleep in life.

Shi Xi once said that she worked so hard to improve her cultivation, which really made people feel very admired, but just cultivating day and night like this, what is the meaning of living?

Meaning?

In the past, it meant revenge, but now it means for Cangwu and to ascend to the immortal realm.

What can she do, she can follow what Shi Xi said, it would be good to change her sitting posture to a lying position when she was cultivating.

"I heard that the predecessor is a sword immortal, and a flying sword is superb, I don't know if Xiao Wan can have the honor to see the senior's skills!"

An Xiaowan chattered on the side, and the heavy rain fell on the umbrella surface, slipped off the edge of the umbrella, and splashed on the ground.

The snow-white dress was not muddy at all, and it was fluttering over.

Zhang Yanchen let An Xiaowan keep talking, occasionally interjecting a sentence or two, and he also felt that this was really good.

After walking for most of the day, the rain in the sky had no intention of stopping.

An Xiaosheng paused for a moment and said: "The front is the Mida River, there is a river demon Linsang in the Mida River, and he is the master of the Mida River. ”

Along the way, everyone stopped and stopped and did not speak loudly, although An Xiaosheng's words were a little redundant, but for the sake of safety, he didn't mind being long-winded.

Konggu asked, "Then what kind of cultivation is Linsan?" What is ontology? ”

"Lin Sang is an electric eel in the Mida River, cultivated into refinement, it is said that it is now in the middle stage of refining, but we will prepare a river crossing ceremony when we pass by the Mida River. Linsan never harmed the life of the person who gave him a gift. ”

"What kind of gifts are they given? But the elixirs that promote cultivation, etc.? Yu Zi asked with a smile.

An Xiaosheng shook his head and said, "No, this Linsang Divine Monarch's cultivation is extremely eccentric, and he doesn't want any elixir spirit herbs, nor does he love beauty treasures. What he likes is some strange things, no matter how valuable, just fun, the more interesting he is, the more he likes it. ”

Forehead......

"And that sort of thing!" Konggu recited a sentence of Mida and said with a smile: "I see that Linsang Shenjun is also a person with a temperament, it seems that it is not difficult for me to cross the river." ”

As the people here spoke, they saw the huge river that was three hundred feet wide.

(To be continued.) )