In the early morning, the wind was misty and the drizzle was drifting.

"Woo~~~"

The door of the black stone tower was opened, and the tall Ji Fan walked out of it.

After staying in the Tianji River Basin for more than half a month, Ji Fan finished reading the canons in the twelve stone towers.

"It's been a long journey!"

Looking at the fluttering rain, Ji Fan sighed quietly.

Coming to the Tianji River Basin, Ji Fan has experienced a lot of storms, but he doesn't know how to put those pasts.

Walking into the rain outside the stone tower, letting the drizzle wet his wide robe, Ji Fan stopped, as if thinking about where to go.

"Whew~~~"

Ji Fan, who breathed a sigh of relief, gradually showed a smile on his face.

"Master, have you written it down?"

Hua Feihua, who was holding an oil umbrella, thought that Ji Fan's smile was a record of the relationship between the Iso's family and the canon.

"Gone!"

Ji Fan curled up in the air, flew up in the rain, and summoned the woman in the gauze shirt with a smile.

"Whew~~~"

Hua Feihua put away the oil umbrella, although she hurriedly performed the aerial technique and flew up, but she chased very hard.

"I'm already slow, can't you keep up?"

Ji Fan took a turn in the sky, and the smile on his face brought Hua Feihua a sense of brightness.

"The master is so strong, the slave can't be compared!"

The woman in the gauze shirt did not urge the spiritual breath to isolate the rain, and smiled coquettishly and asked Ji Fan to wait.

"Yes, I'm pretty strong, but you're far behind, if there's any danger, I'll give you the coffin pendant and lie down in it quickly. Ji Fan laughed, and the flight made him feel very comfortable.

The feeling of being able to fly for the first time is still so clear, even now, Ji Fan still wants to keep flying.

In Ji Fan's eyes, the rivers and forests have a different beauty and vastness.

"I don't know what kind of mood it will be like to travel around Kyushu and wander between heaven and earth. Ji Fan actually said his thoughts.

When Hua Feihua heard Ji Fan's words, she couldn't help but think of his strength.

"Master, are we leaving the Tianji Valley?" Hua Feihua asked Ji Fan uncertainly.

"I want to go to the south to see the old people. ”

Ji Fan thought for a while and smiled at Hua Feihua.

I don't know why, the woman in the gauze shirt felt that Ji Fan was not too gloomy.

"Wherever the master goes, the slave and maid will follow, and never leave the master. The woman in the gauze shirt chased after Ji Fan and said loyally.

"It's really against your will, but it's quite comfortable to listen to, and for the sake of your loyalty, this thing is rewarding you. Ji Fan took out the storage bag and took out a silk of red silk.

"There is a reward!"

Hua Feihua felt that Ji Fan only had the appearance of a master at this time, so she hurriedly took it.

"This red silk is made of condensing silk, with a thousand needles and a thousand needles, it is extremely tough, and the color is quite vulgar, which is very suitable for you. Ji Fan laughed until later, and the woman in the gauze shirt who flew in the air couldn't help but stumble slightly.

"Master, how do you use this red silk?"

Hua Feihua rolled her eyes, but she liked the red aya in her hand very much.

"I don't know the specifics, but I've seen people use similar treasures before. Ji Fan was really thinking about it, and gestured to Hua Feihua.

"Whoosh~~~"

Hua Feihua shook the red silk in her hand towards Ji Fan.

"Buzz~~~"

Ji Fan grabbed the red silk and shook it out again, but the momentum was completely different.

"Boom~~~"

After the red silk unfolded and flew away, Ji Fan stepped in the air, turned over and landed on the red silk, and stretched one arm forward.

"Pull the wind!"

The words that came out of Ji Fan's mouth made Hua Feihua unsure whether he was referring to his posture or flying with red silk.

"I will do the same, master, don't break the red silk......"

For Ji Fan stepping on the red silk, Hua Feihua couldn't help but say.

"Give you the treasure, forget it if you don't thank me, it's okay, it's okay, you don't want to get any benefits from me in the future. Ji Fan glanced at the woman in the gauze shirt dissatisfied.

"Hua Feihua thanked the master......"

The woman in the gauze shirt put on the red silk, put her arms around Ji Fan's arms, and whispered while squeezing his arms towards her chest.

"There is no measure. ”

Ji Fan's expression suddenly sank, making Hua Feihua embarrassed to let go and slowly retreat to the side.

"You'd better be honest with me in the future, you're a slave. Ji Fan said to Hua Feihua.

"The slave knows. ”

After Hua Feihua lowered her head in response, she was only discouraged for a while, and soon showed a charming smile again.

"If you practice the Phaseless Fist and the Spirit Slayer, it would be even better to use this red silk. Ji Fan looked at the red silk under his feet, and he was somewhat accustomed to Hua Feihua's indiscretion.

"The Spirit Slaying Sword Technique, is it the stab that Yin Lao used on Zhou Tiantai before? I heard that it is a peerless skill of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect. Hua Feihua couldn't help but ask Ji Fan.

"This killing sword should be based on cold and concealment, and when you first cultivate, you should use Liuyun sleeves or sleeves to cooperate, and the sword will be cold. While Ji Fan said to Hua Feihua, he waved his left arm with wide sleeves.

"Boom~~~"

Not only Ji Fan's sleeves are like metal, but a sharp sword is pierced out of the sleeve, and the angle is extremely tricky.

"Do you use your sleeves to cover the movements of your hands? If it's red silk, wouldn't it be a pity to puncture it?" After Hua Feihua was frightened, she roughly understood what Ji Fan meant.

"Then it depends on whether it's worth it or not, if at a critical moment, if you lose a red silk to defeat the enemy, or get something better, what's the pity. Ji Fan jumped out of the red silk, and the long sword with through his sleeves also retracted.

After receiving the red silk flower Feihua, I can't help but wonder what Ji Fan has experienced and how he got to where he is today.

"Buzz~~~"

Ji Fan threw out a corpse coffin pendant and enlarged it, and gestured to Hua Feihua, who was drenched in the rain and had a graceful figure.

Seeing Ji Fan sneering on his face, putting on a Buddha face, and tying a waist drum, Hua Feihua was just about to say something, and felt the breath of palpitations.

Hurriedly lying down in the coffin, Hua Feihua covered her mouth with her hands.

"I really can't wait, just out of the Tianji Valley, can't you wait?" Ji Fan grabbed the coffin where Hua Feihua was lying with his left hand, and directly shrunk it into his sleeve.

"The people who destroyed Zhou Tiantai and the Split Yuan Mountain Range and killed Zhou Tiangong thought they would be fine?" In the distant northern sky, a figure showed the wind and glow, and it had already appeared in Ji Fan's sight.

"So what?"

Ji Fan laughed wildly, which was very different from before.

"Don't think about leaving today. ”

An old man in the east flew slowly, and his bark face was Xuansheng Old Dao.

"When I was in the Qingxu Mountains before, you couldn't keep me, do you think it's okay at this time? I haven't settled accounts with you yet, you actually found it yourself, I really don't know who gave you the courage. Ji Fan let out two slightly curved sharp turtle claws and smiled at Xuan Sheng.

"Takashi ~~~"

The vast sky of heaven and earth appeared strange, and a round dome wall actually closed into a dome in all directions in the distance.

"Found it useful?"

Finding that the dome was pressing towards this side, getting thicker and thicker at the same time, crushing the canyon one after another, Ji Fan said with a playful smile.

"This is a preparation for you to be completely ambushed, and if you had known that you would be a disaster, you would never have survived. "Lin Chaofeng, who has a soul melting phantom, appeared from the west together with Qiu Zimo, the old man of the Qiu clan.

"I've never seen mercy from your men. ”

Thinking of being besieged and killed by a group of strong men outside the Hundred Tombs Mountain Range, including the women of the Lin clan, Ji Fan said with a disdainful smile.

"After two hundred years of cultivation and three kills of the Lingsha Emperor, such a degree of danger has reached a point that should not be underestimated, coming out of the north of Cangluan Prefecture, I can't say what else I have to do!" A middle-aged man in a yellow robe faintly blocked the location of the south.

Ji Fan had never seen a middle-aged man in a yellow robe before, but with his late-stage feathering aura, he could roughly guess who he was.

"Emperor Chongming?"

Ji Fan looked at the yellow-robed man and smiled slightly, somewhat contemptuous.

"Do you despise us for besieging you?"

The yellow-robed man seemed to understand what Ji Fan meant, and asked him in a deep voice.

"It doesn't matter, they all want my life, if you have the ability, take it, if you die here, whether it is Zhou Tiangong or Chongming Dynasty, the accumulated cultivation foundation is also up to me. Ji Fan said with a faint smile.

"Don't be intimidated by him, this person is very cunning......" Before the woman of the Lin clan could finish speaking, she was glanced at by the yellow-robed man.

"Knock!knock~~~"

Ji Fan's hands didn't move, and the small drum tied to his waist actually began to sound in the fluctuation of spiritual power.

"Don't expect me to be tied. ”

Ji Fan looked at the five powerhouses with a smile, although he didn't say anything, he secretly sneered in his heart.

"Long!Long!Long~~~"

Affected by the mysterious agitation, the Firmament Barrier soon fluctuated.

"Boom~~~"

The old man of the Qiu clan looked at Ji Fan, his eyes flashed, and the person had already disappeared, and when he reappeared, the metal ruler in his hand had already intersected with Ji Fan's turtle claws.

Although Ji Fan blocked the old man's metal weight, he felt that the space around him was sticky, surging towards him.

"Hitomi power?"

Ji Fan, who closed his eyes, realized that it was not the old man's metal weight, but the power of his spiritual eyes.

"Buzz~~~"

The girl of Zhou Tiangong took out a piano and played the sound of the piano, Jin Ge Iron Horse, wanting to disturb the sound of Ji Fan's drum, and he suddenly opened the eyes of the funeral.

"Boom~~~"

The space stuck to Ji Fan's body was forcibly calmed by his pupil power, and he, who once again resisted the strength of the old man of the Qiu clan, had already flown out upside down.

"Whoosh!whoosh!whoosh~~~"

Xuan Sheng Lao Dao flicked his sleeves, and the rattan chains were wrapped around Ji Fan.

"Ding!Ding~~~"

Ji Fan, who was flickering in the air, dodged the rattan chain at the same time, the turtle claws continued to slash on the rattan chain, making a sound of metal clashes, and sparks burst out, but failed to cut off the rattan chain.

"The subtlety of this plague drum is not entirely in the sound, and it is not something you can influence. While Ji Fan dodged again and again, the fluctuation of the small drum on his waist did not stop.

"Long!Long!Long~~~"

Seeing that the sky barrier was still turbulent, and the heavy barrier even had fine cracks, the look of the girl in Zhou Tiangong couldn't help but sink.

"Zheng~~~"

The yellow-robed man's sword was unsheathed, and the sword power was layered on top of each other, exuding dazzling brilliance.