Chen Fan's voice was not high, but it changed the color of all the villagers in Xiaoyu Village. In their opinion, Chen Fan was just tired of life and just wanted to die.

"Big brother, big sister......"

The little girl's face was red, and her big eyes were red with tears.

The person holding the sapphire is dressed in purple. A pungent cold smell emanated from his whole body. He looked up, a hint of disdain in his eyes. There was a flash of murder and an icy voice: "I don't know the depth, stinky boy!"

The man was about outstretched, tall, and had a long arm. He clapped his hands directly. A little magic flashed between the fingers of his palm, with a hazy light, which frightened many ordinary villagers into changing color.

"Oh my God, his hands are shining. This... It's a fairy, good!"

"That little slocker is dead, don't dare to provoke the gods according to his own appearance!"

These villagers are ordinary people. Many people were surprised to see this behind the scenes, and then some showed mocking expressions, and even stared at Chen Fan with some faint excitement and banter.

The man in purple looked cold and shouted, "I'll teach you a lesson." Don't mind your own business in the future!"

His slap was heavy. The strong wind shook around him, and there was an extremely strong aura that made a hollow rumbling sound, like a holy mountain pressing down on the past, which touched many powerful cultivators.

Chen Fan's expression was very calm, very calm, and he directly raised his hand and rushed forward.

In the back, almost all the villages are sarcastic and feel that there is no suspense. Even many of the nearby repairmen shook their heads. They felt that a powerful hand of dust had ascended to heaven, and this man dared to pick it up with one hand. Even if he didn't die, he would be crippled.

Only Wang Ao's father looked a little nervous and stared at Chen Fan. He hadn't forgotten what Wang Ao had said to him not long ago. In the other direction, Murong Ling looked depressed. He already knew the result.

"Dad!"

The purple man's bus palm collided with Chen Fan's right hand, making a creaking and very loud sound. The place was foggy, obscuring everyone's view and seeing nothing.

Some of the villagers in the back were very excited and looked straight ahead. They were waiting for the scene where Chen Fan's blood was cheap.

However, when the light and fog cleared, everyone was stunned, dumbfounded, and speechless.

In the center of the field, Chen Fan was dressed in black and was unharmed, while the purple man was pale and twisted his face in pain. His large hand snapped, twisted, and took a step back.

"Damn it!"

The man in purple was pale and stared at Chen Fan with hatred. He let out a thunderclap, and a flaming flame rushed out of his body. Many of the villagers were shocked by the strong aura and took a step back, looking at the purple-clad man in awe.

"Po ......"

Like the sound of blisters breaking, Yinhua flashed, the flames outside the purple-clothed man's body shattered, and a huge handprint on his chest made his whole person tremble violently, coughing up blood from the corners of his mouth, pushing and pushing several meters away.

"You, you ......"

His face turned pale, and he stared at Chen Fan, his pupils throbbing violently.

"You should thank me. If you let another person do it, it's a question of whether you'll survive or not. Chen Fan still said calmly, "Now, give me back the things and leave here." ”

He didn't move, but his right leg shook slightly on the ground, and a circle of silver light immediately dispersed. The essence of the earth was surging, like a tidal wave rushing in, slamming the man in purple into the air and falling straight at his feet.

His right hand moved slightly, and there was no special movement, but the next moment, the purple man changed color, and the sapphire he took out from his hand disappeared, as if traveling through space, and appeared in Chen Fan's hand like a ghost.

"This ...... How is this possible?!no!"

"That little slacker, he... He blocked the fairy!"

"Hallucination, this must be an illusion!"

In the back, all the villagers changed color, and many immediately turned pale.

They were still creating difficulties and ridicule before, but at this moment, seeing Chen Fan defeat the immortal in their eyes, a chill rose in everyone's hearts, like a basin of cold water pouring out from head to toe, and the whole body was cold.

"Little sister, don't cry......"

Chen Fan turned around, didn't look at the purple man again, walked up to the little girl and squatted down. With a bright smile on his face, he was very gentle, and handed the jade over like the big brother next door.

"Thank you, thank you, big brother!"

The little girl's long eyelashes fluttered, and her sleeves were covered with patches, wiping tears from her eyes. Soon she rejoiced again, for her most cherished treasure was back in her hands.

The middle-aged man walked over and saluted Chen Fan, and said in a trembling voice, "Thank you, young man." This piece of jade is really too important. This is the only thing left by the child's mother. I really don't know how to thank you. ”

"Uncle, you're welcome. ”

Chen Fan hurriedly lifted it.

He sighed in his heart, the dignified Heavenly Demon Sect Master, Zhou Nan has lost the right to speak in this world, and even the Ziwei Sect Master is not an opponent. But now, decades later, his descendants have fallen into such a state, and how sad it is.

Bingxin's face was still cold, with no expression or speech. She stood beside the little girl and looked directly at her, in a trance, as if she remembered something.

"Big Sister ......"

The little girl looked at Bingxin carefully, and her words were a little timid.

Chen Fan was speechless for a while. He was still squatting on the ground, half-stretching his legs and touching the heart of ice. He whispered, "I said you have a little expression, okay?" Don't be cold all day, at least distinguish between different occasions. This frightened the little girl. ”

Bing Xin frowned and tilted his head to look at Chen Fan. It was a long time before he spoke, "You kicked me?!"

"Poof......

Chen Fan almost never died of depression. How did this Bing Niu speak? Heaven and Earth Conscience, he obviously touched her lightly, but from Bing Xin's mouth, he actually directly escalated and kicked her.

"Humph!"

Bingxin snorted coldly, but his face was really much better, at least not so cold, and eased.

There were many repairmen in the vicinity, leaving one by one at this time. They already knew the last trace of the Heavenly Demon Sect Master. Everyone thought that the man had become a hermit. At this moment, he followed the clues, wanting to get the things that the Heavenly Demon Sect Master carried with him. He was so cherished by a generation of Heavenly Demon Sect Masters, but was this all a commodity?

Soon, the place seemed to be scattered, and many repairmen left, leaving only a group of ordinary villagers, still with frightened expressions on their faces, staring at Chen Fan not knowing what to do.

These people are very nervous at the moment. Some people want to go up and apologize. This man is different from the past. Even the gods can suppress it. The thought of what had happened, how they had mocked and ridiculed the person in front of them, many trembled with fear and panic. They were afraid of Chen Fan's revenge. In that case, who will save them?

Chen Fan naturally saw all this from his eyes. All he had to do was shake his head and smile. He didn't do anything, he didn't say a word. Instead, he looked at the middle-aged man and said politely, "Uncle, can you borrow my withered book?"

"Of course, no problem!" the middle-aged man hurriedly handed over his notebook.

Sect Master Monty left a note from the past few decades. It is yellow and deformed. It's rough in your hand, like touching a rusty piece of old copper.

"Sacred cliff mountain stream, breeze at the bottom of the lake......"

Chen Fan's face changed slightly, and he only said these eight words.

He looked up, a faint golden glow circulating in his eyes, and looked into the distance. There is an ordinary small tomb and a monument in that place where an ancient Chinese sage and his master are buried.

"Bingxin, follow me......"

He returned the yellowed notebook to the middle-aged man, leaned down and left. In the eyes of many panicked and confused villagers, he slowly soared into the air, and the silver Shenhua jumped in the void, steadily moving towards the distance.

Bingxin frowned, but she didn't say anything. She just turned her head to look at the five or six-year-old girl, and then got up from the ground. Her beautiful figure fluttered in the wind, following Chen Fan's shadow.

"Father, brother and sister can fly. How powerful!"

The five or six-year-old girl exclaimed, her face full of adoration.

However, many nearby villagers have been scared to death. Chen Fan didn't do anything to them, nor did he say anything to them. However, these people trembled and feared, as if the end of the world was coming.

The man they laughed at and ridiculed turned out to be a powerful immortal!

Everything behind him had nothing to do with Chen Fan, he stepped on the void, seemingly gentle, but soon, almost shrunk to inches, and soon appeared on the edge of the cliff, looking at the bottom, slightly in a trance.

"Here!"

Bingxin was a little surprised.

There are several jungles on the edge of the cliffs. Occasionally, there will be a roar. Chen Fan looked calm and didn't make any movements. He was standing in front of the cliff. The autumn wind blew away the black hair on his forehead, revealing a handsome face.

Half an hour later, the distance changed. Smoke billowed and frightened birds flew away from the forest.

Many repairmen from Koyu Village arrived and found it along the path.

Chen Fan finally turned around, and his eyes became a little deep. His black hair danced lightly and stood in front of everyone. He spoke calmly and said, "Stop ahead." It's not where you can grab, back off. ”

The Burning Lamp Buddha sat on the cliff for 10,000 years, and finally he sat on a square stone platform, dazzled by the magic fire, and his body was empty. He didn't want these rotten souls to disturb the sage's sleep.

"It's you again!"

"Get out of the way, why don't you keep me waiting!"

The hundreds of repairmen standing here, all of them were treasures left behind for the Heavenly Demon Sect Master, and they had obviously found the last place, but they were blocked like this, and they didn't let go of them one by one, their faces were cold, and their flanks were exposed.

"He wants to take that thing alone!"

Some people are talking again, and there is something new about them. Not so long ago it was the man in purple. He looked very angry, and the murder in his eyes was naked and uncovered.

Bing Xin looked at Chen Fan curiously, not knowing what he was going to do.

"I don't want to say too much to you. The front is not where you can hold on. Chen Fan shook his head, glanced at the person in purple clothes, and stepped forward. He calmly said to everyone, "Don't force me to do this, stop, stand back!"