It was night, the stars and moon were in the sky, the breeze on Mashan was cool, Zhang Fan was kneeling cross-legged on the stone platform on the edge of the cliff, communicating with the stars above his head according to the teachings of light.

With the secret method of Xingchen cultivation, thousands of years ago in the hands of a big faction called Xingchen Pavilion, it occupies a place in many holy places in the Northern Wilderness, but with a big war, the most critical part of the secret method of Xingchen was lost, and since then Xingchen Pavilion has declined, and now it is only a third-tier sect, Rao is also dozens of times stronger than Cangyun Mountain.

That's the horror of the secret method of the stars.

Zhang Fan had only heard of this, and now that he had put it into practice, he knew why the Xingchen Pavilion could be proud of the Northern Wilderness thousands of years ago. The stars are boundless and far away from the celestial firmament, and the nearest moon is also infinitely far away.

It is this boundless and distant star that can absorb terrifying power from it.

The light of the stars is shadowless and formless, as if it was generated out of thin air on the spiritual platform, forming a trace of colorful mist, some sinking into spiritual liquid, and some floating into clouds, and now Zhang Fan's spiritual platform has clouds, so that the sun transformed by the ball of light looms.

Zhang Fan was surprised that there was a trickle in the wide spiritual platform, providing him with great strength, but he knew that the most precious thing was the mist like a marshmallow.

The size of the spiritual platform is different due to the congenital difference of the individual. In addition, there are people whose altars are not empty. Maybe there's a grain of sand, maybe there's half a tile. But all such people have terrible talents and infinite possibilities for the future. When Zhang Fan was seven years old, he once went to a neighboring country with his master, and saw a girl, a girl of his age, who had such a delicate flower in the unfolded spiritual platform, and I heard that she was known as the future of the entire Northern Wilderness.

At that time, Zhang Fan had already sensed the terrifying energy fluctuations in her body, and the innate enlightened people almost knelt at her feet. Now, more than a decade later, her ability to do so must be even more terrifying.

The Lingtai gave birth to the clouds, and Zhang Fan's mood became extraordinarily beautiful.

His skin was a little tingling, today's cultivation will end here, forced cultivation can only be counterproductive and hurt the foundation, he opened his eyes and breathed a long sigh of relief, he learned the secret method of the stars, and he was no longer afraid of filling the spiritual platform, he respected the ball of light very much; "Senior, thank you!"

The ball of light trembled and said, "What's polite, use each other!" As he spoke, he swallowed half of Zhang Fan's spiritual fluid.

Zhang Fan was a little speechless, he became more and more curious about the origin of the light ball, and couldn't help asking: "Senior, you are so powerful, you have learned a lot and profoundly, and you know the ancient and modern, you must be an incredible capable person." ”

Guangqiu said: "Stop, don't think about Lao Tzu, you are still tender!"

Zhang Fan didn't feel embarrassed, and asked directly: "But I don't know the old man's name!"

The ball of light was hidden behind the clouds, and the bright light turned the clouds rainbow, and it said, "When I say my name, it resounds through the heavens and the earth, piercing through the past and the present." But.. If you can't say it, you can just call me Uncle Guang!"

A black line appeared on Zhang Fan's forehead: "Light.. Uncle!"

"Hmm! Listen to this like an insult. The old man doesn't care about you!" said Uncle Guang.

Zhang Fan reined in his mind, although his cultivation was saturated today, he still crossed his knees and didn't move. When he first went up to Mashan, the already dim divine pattern appeared and pulsed around him on its own, and there must be something under this mountain that attracted the divine pattern.

He sat quietly for a long time, communicating with the spiritual fluid in his body to infuse his divine consciousness, and using his divine consciousness to search Ma Shan. However, he didn't find any treasures in Mashan, but found that a few people came up the mountain in black.

An Qiuran is an inner disciple who has broken through the Great Spirit Platform and is a monk in the Yang Yuan period. The Purple Mansion was opened, the essence was surging, and the combat effectiveness was very strong. If you compare cultivation to a tree. Lingtai is the root of the tree, the deeper the root, the stronger the root, and the nourishing yuan is the trunk.

The trunk of the tree is like a dragon, and it can carry the canopy that covers the sky and the sun, so the spiritual platform and the nourishing yuan are the top priorities, and the realm in the future is far inferior to them.

Although An Qiuran is an inner door, his talent is always limited. He had expected that he would stop there, but he was not reconciled, and wanted to reshape himself with the marrow wash.

He came from a small family that has been inherited for two hundred years, and he is the first genius to reach Yangyuan at the age of twenty in the past fifty years, so the family used its financial resources to buy five bottles of marrow washing liquid for him, but it is far from enough to shape his body.

He predicted that he would need ten bottles, and the tenth bottle was about thirty gold beads. Therefore, Liu Ying's appearance is in the middle of An Qiu's arms.

The son of a pawnshop owner, who can't afford to carry such money with him, is really looking for death!

Zhang Fan's figure flashed back to the house, and secretly pretended to be asleep in the rushing Linghe in the spiritual platform.

An Qiuran took a few mud-legged people up the mountain, although the stables who killed and raised horses would not be punished by the mountain gate, but for the sake of insurance, they still wore a set of night clothes, and used secret treasures to cover their own breath, as long as it was not the criminal elder himself, it would definitely not be found out that it was on their heads.

An Qiuran scolded his subordinates, and the three of them walked through Zhang Fan's room and walked straight into Liu Ying's room. Soon Liu Ying's frightened voice sounded in the room.

"Who are you and what are you going to do?"

An Qiuran's eyebrows furrowed and he strode forward.

The three of them took Liu Ying out of the room and asked, "Where is the golden pearl?"

Liu Ying was a little flustered, and shouted to Zhang Fan's room: "Senior brother, help!"

One person snorted coldly: "He is a wasted person, how can he save you if he can't protect himself! Quickly hand over the gold bead and spare you death!"

"The golden bead was given to me by my father, I won't give it to you!" Liu Ying trembled with fear, but still clung to the golden bead.

"Then kill you, and we'll search your soul again!" An Qiuran said. Soul searching is what a cultivator in the cultivation period can do, and he just said this to scare Liu Ying, after all, he didn't want to kill people.

Liu Ying's face was pale, she must have heard of the stunt of soul searching, and asked Zhang Fan for help again with a crying voice.

Zhang Fan waited for the opportunity to move, but An Qiuran's inner words sounded in his ears: "The tenth bottle of marrow washing liquid is here, haha!"

Zhang Fan's heart skipped a beat when he heard the marrow washing solution, it was a treasure medicine cultivated by a hundred herbs, which could make people reborn, and he gritted his teeth and whispered: "Liu Ying, little brother, just bitter you!"

Liu Ying looked at this Zhang Fan house, the house was dead and silent as if there was no one at all, Liu Ying knew that there was no hope of relying on Zhang Fan, so she couldn't bear the pressure, and handed over the gold beads, a total of one hundred and three. An Qiuran's face jumped, and he looked at the mud legs suspiciously, this purse is a secret treasure with a lot of things inside, and it can't be something that ordinary people can have.

Liu Ying is really just a remote distant relative of the Liu family? But he comforted himself that Liu Ying's family has a relationship with the Liu family, and there must be a secret treasure passed down from his ancestors. He left his purse after taking the gold beads, and he didn't want to get into trouble.

But the other mud leg quietly kicked the purse under the stone mill on the side, and soon after descending the mountain with An Qiuran, he folded back and pocketed the purse.

Liu Ying hid in the quilt and cried, crying and scolding the world for being unfair.

Listening to his crying, Zhang Fan was also Qi Qiran in his heart, once upon a time, he also hid under the quilt like this and cried that the sky was eyeless.