"Ding." Ye Fan hurriedly shook his hand and threw the sword on the ground, making a clanging sound. Quickly turn around. Don't dare to look at the sword again.

"Huhuhuhu......" Ye Fan exhaled a long breath, a little afraid in his heart.

It was so horrible that I almost died. This sword is not simple. Sure enough, it's a magic sword. However, his cultivation has really improved.

Ye Fan ran forward without looking back, and when he passed by that room, there was still a little shadow in his heart.

As Ye Fan walked, he walked into the strange forest on the side, and the trees were very tall, to say the least, ten meters high. And each tree has a dark red trail on it. And unusually dark.

Don't dare to stay any longer. Ye Fan continued to walk forward and slowly walked out of the forest, but the scene in front of him made Ye Fan sit on the ground in fright. It was the ancient well just now, and the Burning Dao Sword was still floating quietly in front of Ye Fan.

"I guess I just hallucinated again." Comforting himself like this in his heart, Ye Fan turned around and ran away.

But then, he despaired, if once or twice was a hallucination, then what about a dozen times in a row?

After running for so long, Ye Fan was a little thirsty.

"Grass, what the hell do you want to do?" Ye Fan fiercely scolded the Burning Dao Sword that was floating motionless in the air. Walked over to the well and intended to drink saliva.

Ye Fan walked to the side of the ancient well, which was full of water. It's nothing more than blood-red. Ye Fan, who had a strange face, walked in front of the Burning Dao Sword.

"I'm CNM, what the hell do you want to do." Fiercely grasped the Burning Dao Sword. Ye Fan was slashing indiscriminately, hoping to cut this sword down.

The source of all the illusions is supposed to be caused by this sword.

But where the sword skimmed, stones, ground, trees. All were chopped up. Ye Fan used all his strength to hit the sword body again. But no matter how Ye Fan got it, there was no trace left in this sword. The sword is hard.

Ye Fan, who had no way at all, was desperate and sat on the ground, but this sword did not make any illusions to harm Ye Fan at this time. Ye Fan helplessly threw it aside. And Ye Fan found that Ling'er didn't know when and disappeared. There is no trace at all.

Could it be that he saw that he had an accident and ran away?

In this way, Ye Fan stayed in this place for a long, long time, and he didn't care whether the water was red or not, he drank it when he was thirsty, and barked when he was hungry.

"It's better to die a hundred." Sitting on the ground, Ye Fan sighed softly. Rather than being stuck here forever. It's better to die.

"Wait, die?" Ye Fan's eyes suddenly lit up, and he remembered a sentence he had heard, sometimes death is not real death, but new life.

"Is it enough to die?" Ye Fan kept this idea in his mind. But think about what if you are dead and you are really dead. Maybe these are not illusions, or maybe everything that happened before me is fake. Is the real self at this time?

"Ye, Brother Ye Fan." In the vast air, Ling'er's beautiful voice suddenly came, very familiar.

"No, it's all true. Now it's fake. Ye Fan heard Ling'er's voice, calmed down, and sealed his throat with a sword.

The eyes brightened, and what caught Ye Fan's eyes was that Ling'er kept shaking his hand in front of Ye Fan. Shouted.

"You're worried about me? Didn't you say you don't have feelings? Ye Fan's numb expression suddenly showed a smile, and Ling'er saw this. A professional smile appeared on his face again.

"I have no feelings, but you are my master."

"Cut." Ye Fan cut off, and his face changed faster than turning a book.

At this time, his eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the Burning Dao Sword floating in the air. If you think you have any other tricks, you can use them. In this way, Ye Fan looked at the Burning Dao Sword for a full ten minutes. The Burning Dao Sword didn't change in the slightest. The surrounding scene didn't change either. Water does not have a dark red, and trees do not have a dark red.

Seeing that the Burning Dao Sword did not move, Ye Fan called Ling'er and turned to leave. This time, there was no illusion, and Ye Fan walked out. also returned to the place where he was poisoned by middle-aged people.

At this time, Ye Fan sat down with peace of mind. In a short period of time, Ye Fan has been in close contact with death so many times. At this point, there is no strength left. I fell asleep deeply on the ground.

When he woke up again, Ye Fan found that the damn Burning Dao Sword had actually followed Ye Fan. That's right, it's with Ye Fan. At this time, it floated in the sky not far from Ye Fan.

Ye Fan's face was gloomy, and he scolded this sword in his mouth, grabbed the sword, ran far away, and threw it away, but when Ye Fan left, the sword would always appear.

Ye Fan also used the flying function to throw the sword under the cliff, but no matter what, the sword could always appear around Ye Fan on time.

"I'm lost, big brother, uncle, can you stop following me and disappear in front of me quickly. I'm willing to trade my 100-year life in exchange. Ye Fan couldn't help it, worshiped the sword with both hands, and said humbly. Ye Fan just complained, and he didn't expect success at all. It's been a day, and this sword has been following him, and he can't destroy it. Can't lose it.

"Buzz." But at this time, some red gas gushed out from the clover pattern on the hilt of the Burning Dao Sword. Wrapped around the blade of the sword. By the time the red gas dissipated, the Burning Dao Sword had disappeared.

Ye Fan looked at it dumbfounded, and couldn't help but give himself a few slaps. His hands trembled and he bowed to the air.

"If the Buddha Guanyin, Sun Wukong, Wei Wuxian, Wei Ying, Lin Zhengying...... Protector, I'm kidding. Don't take my life. ”

After almost a minute, Ye Fan found that his lifespan had not decreased and he had not grown old. He breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the ground. The Burning Dao Sword is also gone.

Unbeknownst to him, a red light flashed in Ye Fan's dantian, and it disappeared in an instant.

………………

Mu Ling City. Wood family.

"Peng." Ye Fan clapped his hands, today's rice has been transported. It's time to call it a day. I can be chic for a few more days, wiping the sweat that does not exist on my forehead. Ye Fan took his salary today - three gold coins.

Ye Fan came to this Muling City, and wanted to eat but found that he had no money at all, so he had to work for a family here, the Mu family, which was just like that, because Ye Fan was a ninth stage of fighting spirit. It can weigh more than 200 catties of things at a time without much effort. One person is ten workers. It also provoked some workers to want to beat Ye Fan. However, looking at Ye Fan's cultivation, they felt that it would be good to think about it. Dare to be angry and dare not speak, this is the benefit of cultivating high.

Ye Fan observed. Mu Ling City is only a very small city, and the highest cultivation level of ordinary people here is the third stage of Dou Qi.

came to the street and had a meal, Ye Fan just wanted to settle the bill and leave. At this time, an old man dressed gorgeously and with a long white beard walked up to Ye Fan with a smile. With a flick of his hand, he threw three gold coins to the guy who came to settle the bill.

"I invited Ye Gongzi to eat this meal." The old man smiled and sat down at the table in front of Ye Fan.

"Find me something. I'm not going to help you move your things. I have enough money. Ye Fan had a toothpick in his mouth and stepped on the stool. Asked casually.

Ye Fan was originally a person by nature, but he was a little more restrained in the Xiao family, and the work he did was enough to eat and drink by himself.

"Hehe, Ye Gongzi, you are joking. Ye Gongzi, who is angry with nine dandou, moved things for the old man, isn't it, a little wronged Ye Gongzi. Wood Eagle smiled and touched his long white beard.

"How do you know that I have the ninth rank of Dou Qi. You're just the fourth stage of Dou Qi. And, how? You look down on me to move things? Without us, you have to be like yourself with these heavy things," Ye Fan looked at this person lightly, this person is the only family in this city, the head of the Mu family, the fourth stage of Dou Qi. He is also his own contractor.

"No, Ye Gongzi, the reason why the old man found Ye Gongzi is because he has something important to ask for, as long as Ye Gongzi is willing to help." Wood Eagle paused, waved his hand, and said in a somewhat solemn tone.

Clapping his hands, several of his subordinates came up with a few wooden boxes, and then those subordinates opened those boxes, and inside were dazzling gold coins.

"I'm not interested in money. I'm going back to sleep if it's okay. Ye Fan glanced at it, and he didn't have the slightest interest. Money is nothing to Ye Fan now. What Ye Fan needs is strength. During this time, Ye Fan had stabilized the fighting spirit that had skyrocketed because of the Burning Dao Sword, and he was only one step away from the fighter.

"Wait, Ye Gongzi is really a person who treats money like dung. If Ye Gongzi is not interested in money, you might as well take a look at this. Mu Ying hurriedly stopped Ye Fan at this time. Then he took out a scroll from his bosom with his hand. It reads: Xuan Rank Low Level: Smoothie Palm