"What a powerful force!" Zhang Fan had already left the mountains, still affected by the roar, and his head was so dizzy that he almost vomited blood.

The core disciples all have good talents, and they are the hearts of the various mountains, and if it weren't for the great opportunity that was about to be revealed, they wouldn't have let the core disciples be born. Now that the two core disciples who have spent a lot of resources to cultivate have died, this force will inevitably be shaken by thunder.

Zhang Fan killed two people in a row, and his heart was as light as water. After all, it was they who made the first move, and now he didn't dare to go back to the mountain gate, for fear of being found to be carrying a heavy treasure. Covered his clothes and ran outside.

After running for almost ten minutes, a thick mist floated on the road, and there were formation patterns circulating inside, Zhang Fan stopped: "It's blocked.."

The entire mountain area is isolated by the formation, no one can enter or exit, Uncle Guang is sleeping, Zhang Fan does not dare to break the formation easily, there is no one around, he can only escape into the mountains and forests again, looking for a secluded place to refine the elixir on his body first.

Found a cave, Zhang Fan went straight in, sealed the entrance of the cave with some stones, his eyes flashed, seeing night as day, there was a big snake skin in the cave, peeled off for at least thirty years, there was a little smell of reckless beasts, this cave has been abandoned for a long time, Zhang Fan wrapped the snake skin and put it aside, leaning against the stone wall and kneeling down.

Concentrate on refining the medicinal power of the spirit fruit.

Zhang Fan really didn't know that it was a spiritual fruit, and he picked more than half of the medicinal power to let it pass away at will, but the remaining half was still a fatal amount for ordinary monks, and it was not a problem to destroy the Purple Mansion by destroying the spiritual platform. It is also Zhang Fan's incomparably large spirit platform to withstand the impact of the two spirit fruits.

However, if you don't refine it, the power of the medicine will return to nature, which is a big loss. Running the stars trick hooked thousands of stars, a trace of star light fell from the head and fell into the many acupoints of the body, Zhang Fan's body was dotted with stars like hanging in the cosmic firmament, the brilliance went straight to the spiritual platform, stirring the wind and clouds to change color, and the two clouds rained heavily.

It was the spiritual liquid cultivated by the medicinal power, which was extremely condensed after the baptism of the light of the stars, and a drop of it paid attention to piercing the ordinary monk's spiritual platform, and Zhang Fan endured the pressure of the collapse of the spiritual platform to accept them.

Under the spiritual platform, the small river where the spiritual liquid gathers makes a crashing sound, rolling endlessly, swimming from the spiritual platform and then falling from the clouds, this is a cycle, a body circulation that countless people have dreamed of throughout the ages, as long as there are these two clouds, the spiritual liquid in Zhang Fan's body will become more and more condensed, reaching a terrifying point.

Zhang Fan swallowed the aura, and his brows gradually stretched.

..

For three days, Zhang Fan was still in retreat.

Liu Ying was shocked. Zhang Fan pointed to the abolition of Meng He and the five inner disciples, and at this time, their friends or senior brothers came to Mashan Xingshi to ask for their guilt. But after waiting for a few days, Zhang Fan never showed up, so he vented his resentment on Liu Ying.

"Say, where is Zhang Fan!" An inner monk with a broken beard grabbed Liu Ying's shirt and asked Liu Ying with a tiger's eyes.

Liu Ying said timidly: "I don't know.."

A loud slap, five blood marks appeared on Liu Ying's white face, and the bearded young man sneered, "You have a lot of relationship with Zhang Fan, don't you know where he is? If you don't tell his whereabouts, Lao Tzu will kill you alive!"

Liu Ying cried and said, "I really don't know. Help..."

The crying voice was hoarse and pitiful, and the bearded young man couldn't bear to throw Liu Ying to the ground, but a red object rolled out of Liu Ying's arms, which was the purse embroidered with Dilian. It's a bag.

One person said: "Zhang Fan took this from Meng He!"

"This is mine.." Liu Ying rushed over to scramble. But he was pressed to the ground with one hand. The bearded young man looked at the purse and showed surprise on his face: "Qiankun bag, there are ten square circles... Good baby!"

At this time, a hand reached out and grabbed his wrist with a snap, and a young man with a purple crown said indifferently: "This is Senior Brother Menghe's thing, do you want to take it for yourself?"

The purple-crowned young man's face was as white as jade, a strand of long hair was fluttering, his eyes were very cold, he was a core disciple and a true disciple of Elder Meng, with an extraordinary identity, the bearded young man could only hand over his purse with a smiling face, and his heart was dripping blood.

"It's mine.." Liu Ying struggled to get up, and grabbed it with her teeth and claws.

"Ten Tilt Qiankun Bag!" He Changtian, a young man with a purple crown, was also a little surprised, as a core disciple, he only had a five-tilt Qiankun bag, he didn't expect to get this treasure, so he slapped it on Liu Ying's chest casually, "Noise!"

He Changtian didn't contribute, but Liu Ying was just a mortal, where could he stand it, like a fallen leaf floating out of five meters and falling to the ground and spitting blood, Liu Ying had an inexplicable obsession with the purse, even if a few bones were broken, he stood up on the ground, and cried out: "Give it back to me."

The bearded young man rushed forward: "Rush into Senior Brother He, be punished!"

Raised his hand above his head, a palm slashed at Liu Ying's shoulder blades, Liu Ying's shoulders cracked layer by layer, a puddle of flesh and mud collapsed to the ground, blood from internal organs overflowed from her mouth and nose, and she stretched out her hand to the purse with difficulty.

"Huh..."In the mountains and forests, a cave broke, and a figure rushed out and ran happily in the forest, "What a strong force. Haha.."

It was Zhang Fan, after four days, he finally refined the two spirit fruits thoroughly, and cultivated to steadily enter the small spirit platform, and the spirit liquid converged into a rough river, and formed a dragon shape in the spirit platform, which was caused by a trace of dragon nature in Jiaoli.

In a gesture, Zhang Fan broke three ancient trees with his fingers, and his power was unmatched, such a powerful force made Zhang Fan happy, he couldn't play one-tenth of what he is now in this realm. He restrained his ecstasy, and now he can't be too high-profile, in case he leads out the powerhouses of other mountain gates, it will be a big trouble.

Low-key from the back door like a mountain.

Ma Shan, a bronzed-skinned teenager feeding Zhang Fan and Liu Ying's horses. His name is Gu Tong, and he is the only person Zhang Fan can talk to, and he can be regarded as a friend. Zhang Fan disappeared, and after Liu Ying was injured, he volunteered to feed the horses.

Stomping..

Footsteps, three young people went up the mountain, after seeing Gu Tong, their eyes were a little cold, one of them said: "I thought it was Zhang Fan who came back! Gu Tong, without the permission of the elders, left the stable, do you want to be punished?"

Gu Tong was not tall, but his body was very stocky, and he said lightly: "It is impossible to see the horse starve to death, this is all the property of the mountain gate!"

"Hmph, that's a nice thing to say. Yamauchi is friends with you and Zhang Fan, let me ask you, where did Zhang Fan go?"

"Who knows, maybe it's not necessary to die outside!" Gu Tong was very cold, and his eyes were always the same.

He came from the Jianghu sect, practiced martial arts since he was a child, and his martial arts were powerful in the rivers and lakes, but unfortunately he had no cultivation talent, so he could only become a horse herd. Leaning against an ancient sword at the side of the stable, it was his saber, not a magic weapon.

One person stepped forward: "Gu Tong, how can you talk to your senior brother, isn't there any courtesy?"

Gu Tong turned around abruptly, his eyes penetrated into the sword and the people were cold, he had killed a handful of people, and there was a killing intent condensed on his body, which was far from being comparable to the monks in the greenhouse.

The person who was close to Gu Tong took three steps back, clutching his violently beating heart: "You... You mortals dare to glare at us... Get him!"

Although the three of them are not good, they are not weak in kung fu, and they are definitely not something that Gu Tong can deal with. But Gu Tong was not simple, and picked up the long sword and was arrogant: "Do you want to die?"

Buckled to the hilt of the sword, he drew his sword with a thud.

The sword light is cold, and the cold wind rises.

The three people who rushed in couldn't help but stop, and their sideburns were wet with cold sweat.

A swordsman startled three monks, and the whole river and lake would shake when it was heard.