"I didn't expect that after 20 years, Zhen'er would finally enter the realm... But I was also coerced back then. You should be able to guess that some of the methods were not what I could have back then. It's an immortal cultivator on the Boundless Continent who can't get used to what we did back then, and wants to rectify the status here, that immortal cultivator is the Divine Emperor of the Xia Kingdom who is arranged on this West Sea Continent... I know you're going to forgive me and believe me, right?"

Somehow, this middle-aged woman who seemed to have some traces of Bai Yunfeng's appearance, voice and language habits was also very familiar, which made Zhang Fan, who was in the realm of spiritual power at this time, feel a little moved, and an evil thought also arose in his heart: Now everything here is under his control, and there are no outsiders present. Moreover, no matter what means the woman was going to use, the gap between the two sides in cultivation was so big, even if I was here, what could she be to me?

"You are not Bai Yunfeng, if you are, then you should know: Zhang Ruzhen's lust can't be said to be none, but it is so small that it is almost one in a million. On the contrary, he is a person who values old feelings very much. Although I guess that it is certainly impossible for a person of your level to cultivate the magic to the realm of legend and emotion, it will not be so stupid... At this time, Zhang Fan was suddenly a little relieved. Although twenty years is enough time to make a person very different from his appearance to his personality, Zhang Fan still rationally judged that this person would not be Bai Yunfeng.

Hearing this, the middle-aged woman seemed to think for a moment, and changed her appearance, revealing a flattery in Chu Chu's pity: "You are not the Zhang Ruzhen of the past, from your body, I feel a straightforward desire that only a poor gentleman who has fallen to the lower class, and there seems to be no restraint in his thoughts, this is not like what ordinary people in this world should have, right?"

At this time, Zhang Fan couldn't help but be stunned, but after thinking about it: the soul of a modern lower-class otaku is indeed a little similar to the down-and-out ancient gentleman. Looking at it this way, this woman is by no means simple. Although he only has about four or five grades of cultivation in the inner gate, his spiritual power should have already entered the realm of transformation, and the gap between him and himself is no more than ten levels.

"I don't have too many worldly ideas to shackle in, and I do have a little interest in venting here under your temptation. But he is not an unreasonable person who does not take into account the feelings of others. I'm otherworldly, but my childhood sweetheart can't do this, empathy: if my childhood sweetheart is as casual and open-minded as me, it also seems a little awkward? Your skills are obviously not enough... ”

As he was saying this, Zhang Fan at this time suddenly felt a sudden hot current surging between his lower abdomen, and his mental power, which was originally only slightly affected, became disordered, and the desire in his heart suddenly became more and more uncontrollable.

At this moment, the seductive woman in the hall did not intend to miss the opportunity, and suddenly pounced. It's just that when he was about to approach Zhang Fan's side, his outstretched hands and soft chest suddenly burst into the air.

Zhang Fan was in a state of mind at this time, although he intuitively felt that this woman could not endanger her life by using some other means, but she still subconsciously made a more rational decision: quickly escape into the shield.

In the virtual illusion, it took Zhang Fan about an hour to gradually reduce the desire for high-quality "clouds and rain", but the danger was not completely lifted, and then Zhang Fan spent another hour to dissolve and eliminate some of the toxins that erupted from his body, and finally returned to a near-normal state.

"Why is this happening? Is there really a master of charm that can't be dealt with with with his current mental power? But when recalling some things in the past, Zhang Fan still roughly guessed what the problem was likely to be: nine times out of ten, he was raised by himself when he was in the True Martial Arts Sect. The medicine sent by the Imperial City was indeed unusual.

However, just in case, Xiao Xuan at this time did not dare to delay, and quickly flew out of the Qiankun shield. According to reason, the two hours inside the Qiankun Shield should only be less than a minute outside. However, what Zhang Fan didn't expect was that in less than a minute, he had already been thrown into a mechanism in this hall. It was a deep hole in a steel cylinder with a diameter of more than a person embedded in the rock with some kind of smooth grease, and it went straight into the magma that didn't seem too far away.

It should be said that all this is quite ingenious, I am afraid that even ordinary inner gate peak masters are thrown here, there is only a dead end. However, these are not too much trouble for Zhang Fan today. The woman still seemed to underestimate the strength that Zhang Fan had at this time.

Almost in a moment, Zhang Fan quickly curbed the downward trend by relying on the method of continuously detonating the released charcoal gas and resisting this explosive force with an internal force wall. He then threw the short sword he was carrying with both hands. Under the influence of his own spiritual power now, when the short sword leaped above his head at a height of 100 steps, it suddenly flew out horizontally and violently, and was precisely inserted into the smooth steel wall. Using the sturdy silk cord that slid to the root, Zhang Fan's figure went up faster and faster, and used this method to quickly approach the top of the place, where the hard steel cover was about a foot thick.

The alcohol was accompanied by a fierce flame, and under the control of Zhang Fan's current internal force, it formed a gas weld spewing huge flames, which quickly softened the steel body within a radius of two feet. Then the one-foot steel cover, which seemed to have greatly decreased in strength, was completely shattered under the attack of internal force, and countless sparks and even steel bodies splashed everywhere, and Zhang Fan also broke out of the trap at this time.

This kind of performance really frightened the middle-aged woman who felt that she had just escaped. Because: this doesn't seem to be the strength that a realm master should have at all. It is more similar to the strength of a monk who has entered the foundation building period! Whether the body can withstand the ordinary furnace fire and even the scorching magma heat, and whether it can cast some high-energy spells to break through the one-foot-thick top-grade steel in the blink of an eye, this is a huge difference between the physical strength and energy utilization of a monk in the early stage of foundation building and a master of qi refining or transformation realm.

What does this mean? It means that Zhang Fan at this time may not seem to be a lone ranger or a master of casual cultivation with unique talents, but also a character with a background and a faction. Otherwise, then Tsukidan would not be something that ordinary casual cultivators could do, and he could pay attention to the faction so far away from the Boundless Continent, and it might not be a weak faction.

"The immortal master spares his life... The little girl has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai, for the sake of Lingxiao Palace... At this time, the middle-aged woman also panicked, and did not dare to use any more charms or even thoughts, begging for mercy.