"Zhang Fan, the little junior brother is here to give face, and the god pattern is released for you to see. It's bleak, but it's still fun!"

The junior brother said at this time: "Yes, Zhang Fan, let me see and see! After all, I have never seen a divine pattern when I am so old!"

"Hmph, I want to see it, let your mother give birth!!!Get out!" Zhang Fan refused mercilessly. This made the young man in purple lose his face: "Is it giving you face?

"I.." Zhang Fan wants to use force.

At this time, a pair of young disciples passed by, and one of them shouted to this side: "What are you doing around, disperse." Don't you understand the rules at all?"

The young man in purple raised his finger: "You have a kind, go!"

Zhang Fan was a little disappointed, and said that he would try the actual combat ability of the Great Heaven Rank Xuanzhi first, it seemed that only Liu Man could afford this honor, and he stepped back to the stable.

There are a total of 300 spirit horses in the stable, the daily feeding, cleaning and sanitation are responsible for ten people, Zhang Fan manages the serial number of 30 to 60 spirit horses, among which there is a group of dragon scale horses, the hair of the whole body is curled in the shape of dragon scales, the god is extraordinary, the foot range can reach a thousand miles a day, it is the mount of the talented man in the mountain, for this horse, Zhang Fan was not less beaten.

He carried a bag of crotons for Ma to digest: "You are a brute, you eat a lot all day long, and you pull a lot." I'll let you eat it!"

A bag of crotons was dumped in the manger, and the dragon scale horse ate leisurely, not knowing what was waiting for him.

Liu Man came out after feeding the horses, their stables were close together, and he saw Zhang Fan at a glance: "Not dead, not dead to beat the uncle's legs!"

The young man with a pimple face, his appearance is not flattering, but it is not annoying, and Zhang Fanshi does not have a domineering demeanor, everything is very natural. He patted the grass on his body, then found a stone to sit down and cocked his right leg: "Hurry up, this leg has been hurting since I beat you yesterday." You have to take this responsibility!"

Zhang Fan walked up with a wooden barrel and looked at this pimple boy calmly, in fact, they have a deep relationship, they come from the same city, they entered Cangyun Mountain on the same day, and they have sat down and practiced for a while with the same elder. Zhang Fan vaguely remembered that there was such a runny kid running to him: "Big brother, take me to pretend to be good!"

The snot imp is the current pimple teenager, in just seven or eight years, how can the gap between the same person be so big?

When Zhang Fan felt nostalgic, the pimple boy was impatient, and a sharp air flow sputtered from the surface of his body through the side of Zhang Fan's face: "What are you in a daze, are you looking for a fight?"

Zhang Fan's hairs stood up all over his body, and he said in a low voice: "I'm still looking for an excuse not to kill you, since that's the case, then I'll kill you!"

"What did you say?" The pimple boy didn't hear clearly, but he also knew that it was bad for him, so he got up from the stone and grabbed Zhang Fan's clothes, "I don't want to say more, you've heard enough." I also took a lot of beatings, and I was very skinny. But... I have a horse that has diarrhea these days, and that is thin and smelly. That's a high-grade fertilizer, maybe it will activate your god pattern, try it, and you don't need money anyway!"

Carrying Zhang Fan to the No. 71 stable, there is a green-maned horse inside, these days diarrhea, the whole horse is drooping down without a little spirit, there is a puddle of horse manure at the foot of the wall, stacked up to three feet high, the outside is a layer of hard shell, the inside is yellow soup, a few flies lie on it to eat this delicious.

The pimple boy laughed weirdly: "It's really a good fertilizer." When you get back to your god tattoo, you'll forget everything your buddy did for you. Haha!"

Zhang Fan was unmoved and was at his mercy.

The pimple boy wanted to play with Zhang Fan, but this grandson was just like a dead man, so he was interested, grabbed the back of Zhang Fan's neck with one hand and grabbed his foot with the other, and stabbed him with horse manure.

Between the lightning and flint, Zhang Fan performed a reversal technique, and saw a figure falling upside down in the horse manure heap, naturally a pimple teenager, and his head was full of horse manure and got up: "Phew.. Ahh

The smell broke through his psychological defense, and he pulled the horse manure on his face and screamed. Zhang Fan smiled and said, "Liu Man, why are you so eager to take in nutrients?

"Zhang Fan, you are such a bastard. I'll kill you!" Liu Man roared angrily, Xiaolingtai is the beginning of cultivation, and he has initially mastered supernatural powers, and he can rival hundreds of martial arts masters in the mortal world. Monks attach great importance to talent, the younger they are, the higher they can break through the realm, and the higher they can get in the mountains and more resources, Liu Man is still a small Lingtai cultivator at the age of seventeen or eighteen, so he can only become a horseman who breeds horses, and if he can't break through after the age of twenty, he has to roll up and roll up and make a living!

He wiped the horse manure on his face with his clothes so that his eyes could be opened, and after seeing Zhang Fan's disgusted smile on his face, he was angry, and all the true yuan in the spiritual platform waved on his hands: "Lao Tzu's cultivation is low, but Lao Tzu is intensive in martial arts." If you really want to fight, Da Lingtai can't please Lao Tzu. Today, Lao Tzu will use the wrong golden hand to make you a waste!

Recruit a chain and snatch the joints on Zhang Fan's body in a style. The Wrong Golden Hand is a mortal martial art designed to separate the joints of the human body and make it incapacitated to fight. Because of his good practical ability, he is also highly respected in the monk world.

Zhang Fan retreated and avoided it, not because he was afraid of Liu Man, but because he was covered in horse manure, and it was really difficult to get close.

Out of the stable, Zhang Fan's fingers contained a little black light, and he wanted to kill him in the air.

..

The horse mountain is located in the southernmost part of Cangyun Mountain, the slope is low, there is always a glow passing by, because the spirit horse forage contains spiritual energy, the discharge of feces nutrients is very high, in addition to most of the horse manure irrigation spirit field, a small part of it is dumped at will by Zhang Fan and others under the mountain, this two years have passed, will raise a batch of high-quality medicine, good medicine is born with spiritual light, at this time, there will be people in the mountain to snatch the harvest, so from time to time there are monks here to inspect the medicine.

At the foot of the mountain, the road was wide and straight, and the three men and two horses walked up the mountain. The young man holding the jade horse was as beautiful as jade, and he smiled: "Brother Hao, this time our horse is superior!"

"Accompany me to the end!" Hao Wuyi frowned and accepted the challenge.

The only dragon-scale horse on the mountain is his mount. The Hao family is a famous family in the Yan Kingdom, and they are also cultivators, Hao Wuyi entered Cangyun Mountain with extraordinary talent, and the family gave dragon scale horses, hoping that Hao Wuyi could ride the dragon to the sky and crown the world.

When I came to the stable, it happened that Liu Man and Zhang Fan were fighting. The young man holding the jade horse covered his nose: "Why are you Cangyun Mountain so messy, what is this kid covered in his body, he stinks to death!"

Seeing someone, Zhang Fan retracted his fingers, quickly retreated to ten meters away and shouted to Hao Wuyi: "Senior brother, Liu Man is guilty of madness, be careful of being bitten by him!"

"Zhang Fan, I'll kill you!" Liu Man wanted to cry without tears, so he could only hold back the stench and attack.

The two people who came with Hao Wuyi were the opponents of the family on the one hand, and on the other hand, they were in different cultivation immortal mountains. The three of them were all competing with each other, and no one would let anyone, and now the two of them bowed their heads and talked about the low quality of the disciples of Cangyun Mountain. overturned a boatload of people with one stroke, and scolded Hao Wuyi in a row, so angry that he raised his slap, and there was a palm in the air.

Liu Man, who was beaten, reversed more than 700 degrees in the air, fell to the ground with his face, and all the teeth in his mouth fell out, bleeding and fainting to death!

"Strong!" Zhang Fan was a little surprised, when he became famous, Hao Wuyi was still nursing in Hao's house, and later Zhang Fan lived in Mashan for a long time, and he didn't know anything about the new disciples outside, as for the four talents, he had never heard of them. As for the dragon scale horses he raised. Usually the owner's servant came to fetch it, or simply whistled to summon the horse down the mountain.

So the owner of the dragon scale horse, he has never seen it.

"Drag him down!" Hao Wuyi instructed Zhang Fan.

"Gotcha!" Zhang Fan grabbed one of Liu Man's feet and went to the wooden house behind the stable.