Zhang Fan's third rebirth was completed in a desperate situation, and he had reached the Dacheng Immortal Treasure Body in the Body Forging Secret Method, his body was extremely clean, even the bones were pure jade light, and his physical body was already extremely powerful, coupled with the amazing self-healing power of Mu Yuan Shen, I am afraid that he also had the ability to call the board against the Great Heaven Rank Monk who opened several divine rings.

However, this is only a physical strength, although his Yuan Shen is a special Five Elements Yuan God, but it is just starting, and it is still stretched thin when he encounters a strong person who is immersed in this way. In terms of supernatural powers, he only has a stele opener and a Xuan Finger.

So the road is long, and he is far from reaching the point of being proud of the world. At this time, he pulled up Fang Tian's painting halberd, from the old man's memory, he had already learned that this thing was tempered with an ancient secret method, it could not contain spiritual energy, and it would hardly be harmed by supernatural powers, which was very suitable for his current physical body.

Divine thoughts swept across the entire hall, and there was a sea of blood below, which was gathered by the Xiaotian Gang to capture mortals within a radius of three hundred miles, Zhang Fan sighed deeply, holding the Fang Tian Painting Halberd in his hand and using pure physical strength, a halberd shattered this hill, and let these thousands of people hide here.

After doing this, he carried Fang Tian's halberd back to Xiaojiang Village. The murderous soldier is refined by ancient methods and is not controlled by supernatural aura, so the Qiankun bag can't put it, and can only be held in the hand. He used his aura to walk all over his body, washed away the dust and blood, dressed in fluttering white clothes like an immortal from the fairy world, stepped on Xiaojiang Village, the ancient peach tree that was more than ten feet high revealed the ancient rhyme, Zhang Fan stared silently for a long time before retracting his gaze, took a breath and shouted: "The robbers are all ambushed, come out, folks!"

The little dog didn't leave, and rushed up as soon as possible: "Brother Fan! It's really you... I thought it was a dream!"

Zhang Fan is restrained and cultivated, except for his temperament, there is no difference between him and mortals, and the little dog hugged him, which can be described as a handful of snot and tears. He spread the news that Zhang Fan had destroyed the robbers, and the people who gradually survived walked down from the ancestral mountain, and when they saw the three-meter-high Fang Tian painting halberd, they all showed frightened eyes.

This device has been soaked in the blood of thousands of people, and it has already cultivated a monstrous bloody aura, although Zhang Fan suppressed it, it still made mortals afraid. He looked at the people in front of him, there were no more than a hundred people, old and young. Tiredness hung on his face. He sighed softly at the end, "The robbers are gone, you are all safe!

When he came back, he fantasized about a reunion, but now, he knew what the immortal gap was, and there was no fluctuation in his heart. Of course, when he feels tired of resting one day, he will not hesitate to return to Xiaojiang Village.

"Wow, what a murderous aura!" At this time, a milky voice came from behind the crowd, "Oh, that kid, show this killing weapon to the ancestor!"

The villagers looked a little ugly and moved out of the way. Zhang Fan saw a little kid wearing a belly pocket looking at him with his hands behind his back.

"Little brat, even if this thing is given to you, can you afford it?"

The little kid was furious when he heard this: "Phew! The ancestor is the guardian saint of this village!"

"Shameless!" the puppy sputtered, "I don't see you going to kill the robbers!"

The little kid shook his brain: "This ancestor was seriously injured in the past, and he only woke up in recent years, and he is not their opponent yet!"

He had already walked to Zhang Fan's side when he spoke, and suddenly a fleshy palm grabbed Fang Tian's halberd: "This is the ancestor's!"

The little kid didn't pull out Fang Tian's halberd with all his strength, and his face was a little unbearable: "What's the matter!"

Holding Fang Tian's halberd with both hands, he made a very hard appearance. But his fat body looked very cute, and he collapsed on the ground tired: "Bah! boy, you help the ancestor collect this weapon!"

Zhang Fan has a black line, whose child is this, as soon as he comes up, he will snatch his weapon, and grab the little child's neck: "Whose family?"

The puppy said, "I don't know whose family, I appeared inexplicably!"

The little kid grinned at Zhang Fan: "Let go of me, you guy who deceives the teacher and destroys the ancestors! I'll kill you!"

The two fleshy little fists are constantly waving, and they look particularly cute and funny. Zhang Fan couldn't help but say: "You shouldn't be a goblin!"

"Fart! How can the Ancestor be an inferior demon clan! Put the Ancestor down!"

Zhang Fan was a little speechless, a little kid threatened to be the ancestor and take advantage of him, if this was an adult, Zhang Fan would have slapped him a long time ago. At this time, some villagers began to kneel down and thank Zhang Fan for everything he had done for them.

Zhang Fan could only wave his hand bitterly, picked up Fang Tian's halberd and left.

The little kid fell to the ground and waved his fist at Zhang Fan: "Why are you waiting!"

The three wooden houses have been uninhabited for many years, and they are crumbling and crumbling, and the courtyard walls are even more overgrown with weeds, and they are dilapidated and endlessly desolate. He walked into the house, which was covered in a thick dust, but he still remembered the furnishings, and the little wooden horse in the yard was his favorite toy as a child.

I still remember my grandfather pushing the Trojan horse and telling the story of chivalry.

"Grandpa!" Zhang Fan's tears rolled down his cheeks.

After tidying up the house, he got up and went to the ancestral mountain.

Find a tomb with the tombstone reading: Zhang An's Tomb.

"Grandpa, I'm back!" lifted his robe and knelt down. He has a belief that he will not kneel to the heavens or the ground and not to kneel to the powerful, but at this time he knelt down, his hand on the ground and tightly grasped the grass, and tears could not stop rolling down: "Grandpa... Ahh

The little obedient grandfather was seriously injured, and when he was dying, he grabbed the edge of the bed and endured it all night, just to touch his granddaughter's cheek one last time. He was lucky to wait for his loved ones. But what about Zhang Fan's grandfather, the moment he sent Zhang Fan away, he knew that Xianfan was separated. The courtyard that was once full of laughter suddenly fell silent, so how can an old man face it.

When the immortal goes, the last relatives are thousands of miles away and cannot be seen, how painful the old man's heart should be.

Zhang Fan grabbed his hair, he had an indomitable fighting spirit, but at this time, if time could come back, he would give up everything, not go to Cangyun Mountain to practice, and not be a peerless genius. As long as grandpa can spend his old age happily.

knelt down all night, and finally Zhang Fan kowtowed three times: "Grandpa, goodbye!"

The last relatives in the world have long been gone, and he has no worries. Then let's have a good time in the future. Back in the small courtyard, Fang Tian's halberd was gone. He was afraid that the murderous aura of the murderer would collide with his grandfather's soul, so he didn't bring it with him, and stood in the courtyard.

Why did the three-meter-tall weapon suddenly disappear?

However, the thief was not clever, leaving a long drag mark on the ground, and it was easy to find Fang Tian's halberd with the traces.

In addition to it, there are tired foaming little kids.

He fell to the ground on his back, panting, and jumped up when he saw Zhang Fanshi, but was immediately grabbed by Zhang Fan's big hand: "You little thief!"

"Let go of the ancestors! you deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors!"

"What are you!" Zhang Fan was furious, and the clay man was also angry. Putting the little kid on his knee and slapping his bare ass is a slap, "Let you take advantage of the master!"

The little kid howled: "You bastard boy, the ancestor will stuff you in the dung pit for 10,000 years in the future!"

Zhang Fan slapped him twice, and the little kid bared his teeth and continued to shout. At this time, a divine thought swept away Zhang Fan's mind: "Xiaoyou's subordinates are merciful!"

"Who?"

"I am the peach tree at the head of the village, a thousand-year-old creature!"

Zhang Fan frowned, when he came back, he already felt that the peach tree had demonic fluctuations, but he didn't expect to really become a goblin, and there was some climate, he was a little displeased: "Since you have already cultivated to success, why do you sit back and watch Xiaojiang Village suffer a catastrophe?"

The Peach Tree Demon sighed: "I have suffered a lightning strike, and my cultivation has long been reduced to nothing, but because the Thunder Tribulation is immortal, my divine sense is extremely powerful. Therefore, you can't take the initiative to attack, you can only cover the ban and protect the last villagers!"

Zhang Fan learned that this was the reason, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, the younger generation really doesn't know!"

"It's all right, little one. Do you know who you have on your hands?"

Zhang Fan's eyebrows were beating: "It can't really be?"

"He is indeed the ancestor of Xiaojiangcun thousands of years ago, or his origin is thousands of years ago. A thousand years ago, he planted me in Xiaojiang Village with his own hands, and he often realized the Tao under me, and I learned that some qi was cultivated. But he suddenly came home one day with a serious injury and sealed himself in my body. The catastrophe I suffered was also caused by his accidental resurrection!"

Zhang Fan's head was big for a while, who would have thought that this bare-ass little kid was really his ancestor.

"Hehe, Xiao Mu is right!" the second divine thought appeared.

Zhang Fan was taken aback, this little kid's divine sense was so powerful, but he was only powerful in his divine sense, otherwise he wouldn't have been held in Zhang Fan's hand like this: "Boy, don't put down the ancestor yet!"

He really didn't want to do it again, so he let the little kid Ancestor jump on the ground and rub his buttocks: "The guy who deceived the teacher and destroyed the ancestor, it's really dark!"