Chapter Twenty-Eight: Fan Jiahao's Face

Zhang Yanchen looked at the soul condensing bell in the box, which was a small bell the size of a partridge egg, small and very beautiful.

The light of the top-grade immortal weapon is shining and smart, such a thing, she is just a heavenly immortal, will Zhang Lanshu and Zhang Wuye be willing to give it to her?

There is no pie in the sky for no reason, and there is no free lunch in the world.

Zhang Lanshu and Zhang Wuye gave her the Soul Condensation Bell, probably because they asked for something, otherwise, they could also use this Soul Condensing Bell.

Zhang Yanchen closed the box again, looked at Zhang Lanshu and Zhang Wuye, and asked, "My aunt and uncle gave me such a valuable soul condensing bead, presumably not only because my mind is more mature than ordinary people, right?" What do you want me to do when you give me the Soul Bead? ”

In this world, if there is normal, there will be no free lunch, and the two of them are so strong that the cultivation of the Immortal Monarch is so strong that they can't solve the trouble, heh...... Can you solve it yourself?

There is definitely no suspense in the answer, Zhang Yanchen really wanted to return the soul condensing bell to the two, but since the two of them had already planned to send it away, they probably didn't plan to go back.

"You are a transparent character, that's right, we do have a requirement for you to give the Soul Bell, but you don't have to worry, not now, this thing must wait until you cultivate to reach the Golden Immortal before it can be executed, and when the time comes, we will tell you what to do." Zhang Lan wrote.

Zhang Yanchen heard that it was not going to start now, she was a little relieved, after all, after the competition, she still wanted to go to Biyun City for a walk, if Zhang Lanshu they would want her help now, and I don't know when they will have time to go to Biyun City.

Zhang Lanshu and Zhang Wuye didn't plan to tell what it was to let Zhang Yanchen leave the hut.

Zhang Yanchen closed the door of the house, looked up at the competition in the ring, shook his head in a trance, and walked back to Zhang Xianzong and them.

As soon as she sat down, Zhang Xinxin couldn't wait to ask, "What's wrong?" What are they looking for you? ”

"Nothing." Zhang Yanchen replied simply.

But it's true, Zhang Lanshu and Zhang Wuye didn't say anything, they just gave her a soul bell, she hasn't recognized the owner of the soul bell, and she doesn't know what its function is.

But everyone thinks a lot, Zhang Yanchen's words are very simple, but other people's ideas may not be simple.

Zhang Xiaoyue, who was sitting in the back, looked at Zhang Yanchen's face, and then muttered: "If you don't say it, you won't say it, it's none of our business anyway." ”

This muttering sound reached everyone's ears, including Zhang Yanchen himself.

Her expression didn't move, and she didn't care at all about Zhang Xiaoyue's words.

After that, things were much simpler, Zhang Yanchen was naturally the winning party in a row, and she was also confident that she could win the final victory.

Zhang Xinxin, Zhang Xiaoyue and others were defeated in the subsequent competition, and were defeated by the children of big factions such as Qingyunmen or Yuexi Pavilion or other big families.

After dozens of competitions, Shi Xi was tired in the chair and didn't go on stage, and finally the referee angrily announced that she was eliminated, and the old man of Qingyunmen, Fu Shiming, was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, and personally came over to scold Shi Xi, and he didn't have the majesty of the elder monk at all.

Shi Xi waited for him to finish scolding, took the hot fragrant tea and said with a smile: "Don't be angry with the stinky old man, it's easy to live short when you are angry, come and come, drink a cup of rejuvenation tea, keep you young as a tiger for a while, and look as beautiful as Pan An......"

Fu Shiming was angry and left, and Zhang Yanchen still pointed at Shi Xi with a smile: "You, you are naughty." ”

"Anyway, he didn't say that he had to win, I tried so many games, and it was enough to give him face, what else could he do?"

Shi Xi was not afraid of Fu Shiming at all, and even thought it was very interesting to tease such a bad-tempered old man.

Zhang Yanchen also felt that this was Shi Xi, she should be like this, if Shi Xi became decent one day, she should wonder if this person was Shi Xi.

After that, the competition continued, and occasionally there would be people from his own family who faced him, but Zhang Yanchen was able to win the victory and defeat the opponent.

And just like that, it finally began to enter the final showdown.

At the end of the Heavenly Immortal level competition, there were only three people left, and none of the three people had ever faced off, and now it was to let the three of them take turns to compete to determine the final winner.

Three people were announced, namely Li Yingqi of Qingyunmen, Xiao Yanfeng of Tianyin Temple, and Zhang Yanchen of Zhangjia.

The cultivation of the three people is the same, and their strength is not low.

In the first game, Li Yingqi vs. Xiao Remnant, in the second game, Li Yingqi versus Zhang Yanchen, and in the third game, Zhang Embchen vs. Xiao Remnant.

These three matches are tentatively determined, and if one of them wins two games, he will be the final champion.

The remaining two, if anyone loses both games, will be in third place.

Zhang Yanchen sat calmly on the chair, watching Li Yingqi, who was also dressed in white, fly into the ring, and finally Xiao Yanfeng, who was wearing a monk's kung fu uniform.

Both of them are the elites of their respective sects, and their strength is very good.

Li Yingqi has a delicate and pure face, each tall and thin, looking like a lotus flower in the water that is not stained by the mud, which is unearthly and beautiful.

As for Li Yingqi's opponent Xiao Yanfeng, as a member of Buddhism, although he is bald, he has a handsome face, and this face is ......

Zhang Yanchen couldn't help but get up from his chair, that face ...... That face......

Trott also looked a little excited, and grabbed Zhang Yanchen's hand: "Sister, he ......"

"Impossible, it's only been long since Senior Brother Fan died, three hundred and sixty-five years have passed in the immortal realm in one year, if it is really Senior Brother Fan, he can't be this cultivation, how big the world is, it's normal to look a little similar."

As long as Zhang Yanchen thought of the smiling face in his memory, he sighed infinitely, when they were in Yin Yang Valley at the beginning, the three of them got along so happily.

Fan Jiahao is dead and disappeared into their world, if there is really someone who looks similar, it is not him.

"I just don't know how sad Sister Guyue should be when she sees Xiao Wanfeng."

Xiao Yanfeng, who was dressed in a kung fu suit in the ring, had a slender and straight body, although he was bareheaded, he was very handsome and chic, and even the bearing and look in his eyebrows and eyes were like a great fan.

They have a nine-point similar face, but one is Taoist and the other is Buddhist.

Even if you really take 10,000 steps back, Xiao Yanfeng is Fan Jiahao, but then ...... He is no longer the original Fan Jiahao, he doesn't even remember who Zhang Yanchen is? Don't remember who Gu Yue is?

The trot pouted and sat down, humming: "This kind of thing is also a coincidence, whoever sees the same face will have an illusion." ”

When Fan Jiahao died, they were so sad that they even felt sad when they trotted, and under this sadness, they naturally had different emotions.

"Not his." Zhang Yanchen sat down again.

Xiao Remnant and Li Yingqi on the stage have already started to compete. (To be continued.) )