In the starry sky, a cold moon hung high.

Lin Fan hurriedly returned to the villa with Wang Xiaoyu in his arms, put the little beauty on the sofa in the living room, he stretched out his hand to cover his heart, his heartbeat was like the rushing Yellow River, as if he was about to jump out of his chest.

This feeling of recovering from death made his soft heart unable to calm for a long time.

He was afraid, the more he thought about it, the more afraid he became, and when his mind flashed the stunning beauty of his goddess Lin Ke'er, his heartbeat slowly calmed down.

"Big brother... Fast... Fast... At this time, Wang Xiaoyu's pale and blood-lost pretty face showed a look of pain, and he whispered softly.

Lin Fan came back to his senses, was slightly stunned, looked at this little beauty who had only seen two faces, and heard that she cared about herself, and couldn't help but feel a little moved in her heart.

"Cold... Cold" Wang Xiaoyu's whole body began to tremble and shrank into a ball.

Seeing this, Lin Fan was at a loss for a while, his sword eyebrows furrowed, and he couldn't help but wonder, "What's the matter, the injury shouldn't be serious, and it should be a physical injury, how can you feel cold?"

He probed her forehead with his hand, and a bone-chilling cold air suddenly hit his palm, causing him to retract his hand suddenly.

Lin Fan exhaled, calmed down, and suddenly remembered Huang Yixian's magic weapon, and said clearly, "It seems that there must be something strange about that magic weapon."

In fact, Lin Fan was right, Huang Yixian's magic weapon called "Ice Lolly" was forged by him in the North Pole with 10,000 years of cold ice, and its cold was naturally extraordinary.

Lin Fan wanted to go to the old guy, but he remembered that he left in a hurry and didn't ask him how to contact the two.

Three seconds later, in a hurry, he suddenly remembered the "Gods and Demons Cultivating Immortal Sutra" in his mind.

He chanted a mantra and quickly flipped through the divine book, the sound of "brush, brush" echoed in his head, and at five hundred and ten pages, Lin Fan fixed his eyes on the black text in the book, exhaled, and said with a smile: "Finally found it, the true qi to drive away the cold"

But this method must meet a condition, it must have been cultivated for about three hundred years of immortal yuan to cooperate with the spell, fortunately, the master's thousand-year-old immortal yuan has been passed on to him, he is very glad to think.

He hurriedly turned Wang Xiaoyu's body so that she was facing the ground and lying on the sofa.

Lin Fan sat cross-legged, his hands pressed close to her back, and began to exercise, after half a ring, he felt that there was a stream of energy in the meridians in his body slowly flowing to the dantian, this is the true qi circulating in the body, and he continued to let the true qi run in the body, after an hour, he knew that his body had reached the limit of what it could bear, and if he continued to run, his meridians would burst.

At this time, I saw that he was reciting the magic mantra lightly in his mouth, and the true qi accumulated in the meridians was suddenly output from his palm, and then infused into Wang Xiaoyu's body, and after half a pillar of incense, her body gradually warmed up, and the temperature of her body returned to the normal 37 degrees.

Lin Fan withdrew his palm that was bubbling with white true qi, breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "At the risk of damage to the meridians, I was finally saved..."

Exhausted of his true qi, he slowly got up, his eyelids trembled, at this time, at the neck of the place, a burst of heat, as if burned by a fire, he picked up a mirror on the table and looked at it, a serpentine cyan mark appeared, he was suddenly startled, he learned from the divine book that this mark is a mark that only cultivators who have the ability to use to track the enemy's position.

Lin Fan suddenly realized, no wonder the old guy was not afraid of running away by himself, it turned out that he had used this trick, this thousand-year-old monster wanted to get rid of it, how easy it was to say it.

He took a few steps forward, and the feeling of exhaustion set in, and the man staggered, collapsed on the smooth floor, and fell asleep.

At the foot of Huashan Mountain, a village thousands of kilometers away.

In the early morning in the village, the smoke of cooking is curling, and every household in the village gets up early to cook.

Xiao Yan stood at the entrance of the village, looking at his yard, ten years passed in a hurry, and to this day, the expectations of his parents in the past are in his heart.

He hesitated for a moment, and the feeling of going home was in vain, then he took a deep breath and slowly walked towards the door.

Before he could enter the door, he heard a familiar voice from inside.

"Wife, although Yan'er is an immortal now, I always feel that I have lost him"

When Xiao Yan heard this, he was stunned, his consciousness swept away, and a woman with white hair about fifty years old sat on a bamboo chair.

Gently pushed open the door, looked at the old back in the room, and said softly: "Mom and Dad, your Yan'er is back to see you." ”

Hearing this, the two backs were shocked, and they turned around and looked at the young man about twenty-five years old in front of him in a daze, and the chopsticks in his hand fell to the ground.

"Yan'er is you" His parents rubbed their eyes vigorously, their noses were sore, and they burst into tears.

At this moment, the door that closed with a "squeak" was opened again. A strong wind blew into the house.

The three of them turned their heads in surprise and saw a handsome young white man standing at the gate, with a straight nose, blue eyes, short yellow hair, wearing Hanfu, and a Chinese character printed on his chest: death.

This person is none other than Macron, Frank's proud disciple.

"Are you Xiao Yan, the apprentice of Huashan faction elder Chen Buyi?" Macron showed an evil smile with an unhurried expression, and said, "You look very much like Li Xunhuan in your Chinese TV series..."

Xiao Yanjian frowned, and said in a vigilant cold voice: "It's me, what do you want to do"

"Naturally, there is a great good thing, looking for you to cooperate" Macron smiled slightly and said what he meant.

"Oh, what if I refuse?" With that, Xiao Yan moved a few steps and protected the second elder behind him.

"When I capture you, you will naturally agree" Macron's eyes were cold, and then he recited a spell, summoning a three-foot long sword glowing with blue light, he stretched out his five fingers, lightly fingered, and the sword rang out, turned around from the air, and went straight into Xiao Yan's head.

"Immortal Rank Ninth Layer Cultivation is..."Xiao Yan blurted out in surprise, his hand flipped, he recited a spell in his mouth, the void above his left shoulder opened, and a three-foot long knife with a fiery red color flew into his right hand.

"When... When..."The sound resounded in the room, Xiao Yan's fairy knife "Yi Firebird" and Macron's fairy sword "Dragon Acacia" collided violently, and sparks overflowed.

Although the second elder knew that there were immortals in the world, it was the first time that he had seen the immortal fighting method with his own eyes, and his eyes were full of fear at this time.