In the morning, Zhang Fan asked Liu Ying to get up.

Liu Ying responded in the room: "Okay!" The voice was soft, and then there was a roaring sound in the room. Zhang Fan was worried about Liu Ying and kicked the door in. Liu Ying sat on the ground, the table fell to the ground, and the teapots and bowls on it were all broken.

Liu Ying covered her arms, her face was red, she struggled to stand up, her feet were weak and weak, standing in place and swaying from side to side, Zhang Fan went up and grabbed his wrist, his pulse was weak, his forehead was hot, he had a high fever!

Placing Liu Ying back on the bed, Liu Ying closed her eyes in a daze, and muttered about her purse.

"It turned out to be a purse given by my sweetheart, are you sick with all your thoughts?" Zhang Fan sat on the edge of the bed, let Liu Ying be bullied the night before, he was not happy, although he didn't know who robbed him of the purse, but the few people who came the night before had psychological activities and were completely mastered by Zhang Fan.

The one who won the purse was a teenager, who had just entered the period of recuperation, and was An Qiuran's die-hard younger brother, whose name was Meng He.

Zhang Fan stood up and smashed an old medicine plant and fed it to Liu Ying, which was enough to cure him. Then he fed the horses and hurried down the mountain.

There is only a wall between the outer door and the inner door, but on both sides is the gap between mortals and immortals. It was an absolute forbidden place for outer disciples, and they could step on it at will, breaking their legs and expelling them from the sect, and cutting them off at worst.

However, Meng He was not in the inner gate, but served as the supervisor of the three spiritual fields, the soil of the spiritual fields is rich in spiritual energy, which can quickly give birth to spiritual rice, and one acre of land can give birth to thirty catties of spiritual rice in a month, which is a daily food prepared for disciples with great potential.

On the side of the Lingtian is a large orchard, the forest fruits grow in patches, under the birth formation, they can be picked once a season, and they should be ripe when the time is calculated.

The golden rice fields are endless, dozens of outer disciples are working under the scorching sun in their robes, they are monks who have practiced in their bodies, and at this time, they are like old farmers who use primitive tools to pull weeds and insects, they are all boiling hard, waiting for the spiritual rice to ripen and get a piece of the pie.

"That's these three fields!" The three spiritual fields are the first to follow, the thick ears of rice almost crush the slender roots, and the aura volatilized by the ears of rice is quite rich, almost comparable to the air in the inner door, so to be able to work here, although it is hard, it is very helpful for cultivation, and now all the senior brothers who are famous in Cangyun Mountain have worked in the spiritual field.

Zhang Fan saw Meng He kneeling cross-legged on the edge of the field from a distance, sucking a rich aura. And Liu Ying's purse happened to be hanging around his waist, which was a red purse embroidered with a lotus on it, which could be regarded as a token of love.

It's no wonder that Liu Ying is seriously ill because of this.

The supervisor of the next field did not practice, in fact, the mountain gate had a fate, and he could no longer practice near the spiritual field or the orchard, because it would affect their upward trend.

"I envy Meng He, you can practice!"

Another person said, "People are the grandsons of the elders, so they can naturally be unscrupulous!"

"Man is more dead than man!"

"Meng He is only seventeen years old and is already a monk in the Yuan Cultivation Period, it's really terrifying!"

"It's not with Lingtian's aura. We have to pay 100 catties every month, and the sum of the three fields is enough. but he enjoyed twenty pounds. Twenty catties of spiritual rice a month, even a dog can make rapid progress!"

"Shhh Forgot Senior Brother Yun, I have been in Lingtian for ten years, and because of a wrong sentence, I still disappear!"

"Hey, the rules of the mountain gate are also restricting us in the end, the seeds and elders with great potential, ignoring the ban often cause human lives!"

A few people sighed and were indignant, but that was the case. With the help of Lingdao, Meng He's cultivation will become higher and higher, and in the future, he will replace his grandfather as a generation of elders and enjoy supreme rights.

Zhang Fan smiled brightly: "Senior Brother Menghe!"

Meng He's eyelids jumped, and the aura condensed was actually dispelled by this voice, and he suddenly opened his eyes, and a sharp light flashed: "It's you, waste disturbs my cultivation." Damn!"

Meng He shot directly, threw out his right hand, and the force of the mountain cracking stone slashed towards Zhang Fan's forehead. Zhang Fan's heart flickered, this kid was so violent at the age of seventeen, and he would kill him without asking about poverty. If Zhang Fan hadn't recovered somewhat, he would have died under this palm.

Zhang Fan discharged a palm with his left hand and went straight up, today is not only to recapture Liu Ying's purse, but also to announce to the outside world that the immortal genius Zhang Fan has returned!

The two palms met, and there was an explosion, and the splashing shock wave swept down the ears of rice.

"Who is it that took the initiative to provoke Meng He!"

"It looks familiar.. It seems to be.."

"Yes, it's Zhang Fan, the former born enlightener. He actually has such power, can it be said that he has recovered?"

No one knows what happened to Zhang Fan from a genius to a mortal dust, and the elders are puzzled, because Zhang Fan's spirit platform exists, his roots and bones are good, and his qi and blood are more vigorous than ordinary people, but he can't lock the spiritual liquid he has cultivated.

This is a difficult problem, and Cangyun Mountain can't solve it, so let it exist. All of Zhang Fan's aura was also taken away and he was reduced to a horse herd.

Now Zhang Fan has made another move and tied with the monks of the Yang Yuan period.

"No.. Noticed. Zhang Fan's body surface is gone!"

Zhang Fan is very ordinary, and Meng He's aura outside his body is attached at this time, like a born immortal, ethereal and powerful. "The leakage of aura and condensing into a barrier is the ability to show in the cultivation period, the stronger the ability, the thicker the barrier, unless you reach the peak realm, you will return to the basics!"

"Could it be that Zhang Fan has always been at the peak of cultivation?"

"No, he doesn't have any fluctuations in him at all, he's still a mortal.."

Those who can take care of the Lingtian must be inner disciples and cultivate in the middle of the cultivation period. They soon saw through that Zhang Fan was just a mortal, however, he actually drew with Meng He at the beginning of the Yang Yuan period!

After a palm, Meng He swallowed the aura and said coldly: "Zhang Fan, you are just a mortal!"

Zhang Fan sneered: "Hand over the purse and give Lao Tzu another hundred catties of spiritual rice." Otherwise, you'll be wasted!"

"Suh!" a few people not far away gasped. Zhang Fan actually spoke wildly.

One person showed a suddenly realized expression: "Yes, Zhang Fan has fallen from an immortal to an immortal, he has been bullied for several years, he has an extreme inferiority complex in his heart, and now he is ready to die a glorious death!"

"And how do you explain his current strength?"

"The mortal masters of the Realm of Perfection are no less than the monks of the Yuan Cultivation Period. His talent is already strong, he must have studied a few mortal exercises in the past few years, plus he was beaten by Liu Manpang every day, and he developed a body of copper skin and iron bones!"

"Some of the exercises of mortals are indeed wonderful, enough to kill us!"

"But everything is everything, even if the martial arts are subtle and powerful, they can't compare to our essence!"

Meng He listened to Zhang Fan's words and laughed: "Zhang Fan, Zhang Fan, you are really stimulated." ”

Zhang Fan said seriously: "Really, I want you a hundred catties of spiritual rice, otherwise I will abolish you!"

Meng He's face collapsed: "Arrogance, go die!"

palmed out a chain and cut off all of Zhang Fan's retreats, which was about to kill him.

Zhang Fan was calm and calm, relying only on his right hand to face the battle, his five fingers had been washed to perfection, and his strength was comparable to an ordinary magic weapon. This is also him, relying on the power of the stars to cooperate with the marrow washing liquid to refine the body, and change to someone else, even if fifty bottles of the marrow washing liquid can't make the five fingers clean.

Meng He's moves are endless, furious like a lion, and the flapping palm wind makes the rice sway, as if the golden sea is rippling. Both the outer disciples and the inner disciples watched this side and felt the surging aura fluctuations of Meng He. I was even more surprised that Zhang Fan was so strong that he had persevered until now.

"Did he really recover?"

"A person who was born enlightened, he reached the top at the age of ten, and he was only one step away from leaving his name on the peak list!"

Zhang Fan pointed out his fingers, blocking everything Meng He could do, and said: "Give you another chance, leave the purse behind, and hand over a hundred catties of spiritual rice." Otherwise, it's not you!"

"Ahh It's too arrogant!" Meng He roared wildly, and the whole person rose into the air, kicking Zhang Fan's chest.

"Stubborn!" Zhang Fan lost patience, the five fingers of his right hand were opened, and the white jade-like fingers pointed at the void continuously, and five black lights poured into Meng He's thighs.

"Ahh Fingers passed through his body, Meng He howled in pain, and fell into the void and spasmed. Zhang Fan looked down at him and smiled brightly.

Meng He panicked and said, "I'll give you everything you want!"

"It's late!" Zhang Fan spat lightly, raised his right hand, and his middle finger contained black light.

"Oh no, it's the aura. He's really recovered! Mon River is dangerous!"

Some people rushed up, Meng He is a descendant of the elders, if he is saved at this time, it will be of great benefit to the future, and they are moving forward quickly: "Zhang Fan, be merciful!"

"You have to keep people and keep people!"

"He is a descendant of the elders, he can't be wasted!!"

Zhang Fan chuckled twice and pointed to the spiritual platform that pierced through the Meng River. Yes.. Meng He fainted in pain.

The five people who came up looked at each other: "Take him down and give it to the elder!"