"Are you going to participate in the Heavenly Ranking?" said Ziluo flue.

"Well, Zhan Wuji promised me that as long as I could win the first place in the Heavenly Rankings, he would tell me where Ruoxin went. Ning Fan's eyes showed a touch of essence, and his expression was extremely firm!

Zi Luoyan's heart suddenly trembled, and there was some displeasure in her eyes.

But she didn't hide her displeasure well.

"First place? That's really difficult, Ning Fan, in fact, I think you just need to work hard. ”

Ziluo Yan smiled lightly, and said with a calm expression, in fact, she didn't want Ning Fan to win the first place, and she didn't want to get Lin Ruoxin's current news.

She felt that she was a little selfish, but was it wrong to be selfish for the sake of her own happiness?

Ziluo Yan sighed faintly in her heart, she was very conflicted now.

She wanted to tell Ning Fan the truth, but she didn't dare.

If so, what does that mean?

If Ning Fan gets angry and doesn't bother with her in the future, what should he do?

She found that her heart had been occupied by Ning Fan.

I don't know when this feeling appeared.

It has never changed!

"Do your best, obey the destiny of heaven!" Ning Fan said with a smile.

"By the way, how are your injuries?" Ning Fan said suddenly.

He remembered that when he was in the Zhuge family's compound before, Ziluo Yan appeared to rescue him, but he was injured and once recuperated for a long time.

A warm current surged through Zi Luoyan's heart, and she felt very happy to be cared for by Ning Fan.

With a shallow smile, the whole person turned in a circle in place, the purple dress was flying, the tassels were fluttering, and a pair of jade bodies were beating in the dress.

The hair rotates as the body turns.

She was like she was dancing.

Ying Ying smiled, looking forward to the brilliance.

To be honest, Ziluoyan's appearance is no worse than Lin Ruoxin's.

It's just that she is more playful and lively than Lin Ruoxin's gentleness.

One of the two seems to be quiet, and the other seems to be hyperactive.

Totally two different types of women.

There was a giggling laugh like a silver bell in his ears, and Ning Fan lost his mind slightly for a while, and his heart was even more uneasy.

He laughed too.

"Looks like you're fine. ”

"Of course. The corners of the violet cigarette mouth curled.

Sumeru Spirit Ring.

Jiang Wanjun looked at this space in surprise.

At this moment, Qin Yuanfeng had already built a bamboo forest house.

"Qin Lang, there are such rare treasures in this world, it's really rare. ”

"It's a whole world. ”

"I was as curious as you were at the time, and now it seems that Ning Fan's luck is really blessed. ”

"He's a man blessed by God. Qin Yuanfeng sighed with emotion.

"We can be regarded as a blessing in disguise, but, Qin Lang, you have to re-cultivate, we can't always let Ning Fan help us, we also have to help him, he helped us this time, offended the Jiang family, I am very worried, Jiang Hao will definitely bring someone over again." Jiang Wanjun said worriedly.

"You're right, I will definitely cultivate well, the aura in this Sumeru Spirit Ring is extremely pure, and the concentration is very large, and when you cultivate, you will get twice the result with half the effort. ”

"Let's hurry up and cultivate. ”

Both of them are understanding people, and they are also adults, and they know that there are dangers lurking everywhere, and they must speed up their cultivation.

......

It is far from the north city, north of the four major camps.

The green mountains are as tall as the clouds, like flying swords, reaching into the sky.

Inside the green hills, the mist is thick.

Even if you are a master of cultivation, you may not be able to see through what is under the mist at a glance.

Beneath the mist, there was a city.

Towering and hidden, surrounded by mountains and rivers, the feng shui is excellent.

Somewhere in a steep mountain stream, there is a waterfall falling from the sky.

Among the steep rocks below the waterfall, there is a black rectangle.

Lying across the ground.

The ground was black, and there was a hint of chill in the black.

The waterfall is turbulent, and the water is already pregnant with cold air.

Coupled with the cold air emitted from the ground, the two blended with each other, making the whole space dark and damp and extremely cold for a while.

On the ground, a faint blood-colored aura converged towards the black rectangular object.

These blood-colored breaths are the breath of the leylines.

The black rectangular object is a coffin.

It's pitch black, without a trace of life, and it's extremely depressing.

There were no creatures in the forest, and there were no birds to be found.

Not even an ant on the ground could see one.

The surrounding trees are green and full of life.

However, as the blood-colored aura continued to enter the coffin, the leaves of these trees gradually turned yellow.

Their vitality is running out at a rapid pace.

Chirping...... Creak......

Suddenly, the lid of the black coffin creaked.

The voice was old, as if it would shatter at any moment.

Boom.

The coffin lid floated and flipped to the side.

Call.

A young man dressed in black, with a hint of coldness in his eyes, floated out of the coffin.

He just floated in the air, his hands clasped in front of him, and a quaint flying sword in his arms.

His black sword coat wrapped him tightly like a cocoon.

He wears a hat on his head.

He was like a lone swordsman.

Under the pocket, two sword eyebrows flew obliquely into the sideburns.

Suddenly, his body fluttered and he stood up.

He soared into the sky and landed on the edge of the waterfall.

He sat by the running water.

Quietly, silently.

But he sat there as if he were one with heaven and earth.

He gives people a cold feeling.

His face was cold and arrogant.

Like a lonely goshawk.

Zheng Zheng.

The flying sword in his arms suddenly trembled for some reason, trying to break away from the control of his palm.

Knort.

With a crisp sound, the flying sword flew out of its scabbard.

The young man in black flew up.

The body flashed, and the palm of the hand grabbed in the air, buzzing.

The hilt of the flying sword trembled, but it was suddenly grabbed by the palm of his hand.

Boom.

The black-clothed young man slashed out with a sword.

The waterfall flew in half in an instant.

Cut off by the waist!

The young man landed, turned around, and walked down the mountain.

He took one step at a time, slowly, and the black coffin on his back was heavy to see.

Everywhere you passed, a layer of cold air appeared on the ground.

The grass on the ground was covered with frost.

And the waterfall that had just been cut off seemed to be still.

Most of it froze.

It wasn't until the water above crashed that after a while, the frozen water broke and poured down.

The young man in black suddenly did not leave.

Because ten meters in front of him, a white-clothed sword cultivator appeared.

When the white-clothed sword cultivator saw him, his face was a little hesitant.

However, he gritted his teeth and walked up.

The face of the young man in black was under the hat, silent, expressionless, and his eyes were cold.

The young man in white walked five meters away from the young man in black and didn't dare to get closer.

Because he felt cold, a layer of frost appeared on his eyebrows.

He felt like his blood was frozen and stiff now.

"Jiang farewell, I haven't seen you for a long time. The young man in white was Jiang Hao, he took a deep breath and slightly eliminated part of the cold qi in his body.

"It's better not to see!" Jiang Beili carried the black coffin on his back, his voice was extremely cold, and his eyes were cold and abnormal.