The next day, Liu Ying followed Zhang Fan with red eyes, he didn't mention last night's incident, but he didn't talk to Zhang Fan. It's really chilling.

Zhang Fan felt guilty, but in order to wash the marrow, he could only suffer him.

After feeding the horses, Zhang Fan left Mashan. An Qiuran got the money and was sure to go to the market to buy the marrow washing solution, so he waited at the gate of the mountain, ready to rob him.

At noon, the fire was in the air, even the deep mountains and old forests felt hot, Zhang Fan drank the water he brought, and said in his heart, Isn't An Qiuran in a hurry?

As soon as the thought passed, An Qiuran appeared. Alone, without mud legs, he hurried down the mountain gate.

After leaving Cangyun Mountain for a few miles, An Qiuran took a flying sword and fled away after seeing that there was no one around.

"Flying sword!" Zhang Fan, who was following behind, was moved. Those who can control the sky are magic weapons, which are tempered by refiners, and with the assistance of the mysterious formation, they can not only fly in the sky, but also have powerful power.

A good magic weapon is enough to make the monk live comfortably during the cultivation period.

This flying sword is soaked in green mang, it is not an ordinary magic weapon, even if the old man in the mountain sees it, he will be tempted, no wonder An Qiuran will stay away from the mountain gate to perform. It is that there are cracks in the body of the sword, which is a mutilated magic weapon, and the value is greatly reduced.

"You really surprise me!" Zhang Fan was overjoyed, knowing how valuable the magic weapon was.

The pace of what he had learned in the past kept up.

"Well, your steps imply yin and yang, that's good!" Uncle Guang scoffed at the current cultivation exercises, but he appreciated this step a little.

This set of steps was given by Master Zhang Fan and is said to come from an ancient dynasty that has been inherited for 5,000 years in the Northern Wilderness. With yin and yang as the foundation, when cultivating profoundly, the ground can be reduced to inches. It's a pity that the pace is incomplete and only a fragment, otherwise the speed could have been faster.

Uncle Guang said, "Boy, divide half of the marrow washing solution." I'll help you make up for the yin and yang steps! It's definitely no less than the Xuan Finger, and you can catch up with the flying sword in front of you in an instant!"

Zhang Fan's heart beat wildly and said, "Really?"

The marrow washing solution is certainly valuable, but the value of the Heavenly Rank Exercises is even higher. Uncle Guang said in an urn: "A gentleman's word, the horse is difficult to chase!"

"Okay!" Zhang Fan did not hesitate.

Uncle Guang was silent for three minutes after remembering Zhang Fanhui's mantra, Zhang Fan was a little anxious, because he had used his pace to the extreme, but he was still a big step away from An Qiuran.

"Hear me clearly!" Uncle Guang finally spoke, "Feet on the yin, body hanging yang, hands slanting to the sky, head on the yellow ground.."

The voice appeared in Zhang Fan's heart with the light and shadow, Zhang Fan didn't dare to slack off and move with the light and shadow, and muttered in his mouth, the speed instantly increased by several grades, and with a bang, he crossed five hundred meters, and there were only thirty meters left from An Qiuran.

An Qiuran naturally noticed that someone was approaching, and turned around in confusion, but saw nothing.

Zhang Fan hid behind a big tree and held his breath, and his heart was turbulent: "This is too fast!

Said to Uncle Guang: "Uncle, you are really my uncle!"

Uncle Guang said: "It's nothing, when you reach my realm, you can also create a heavenly spell with your hands!"

His realm. Zhang Fan has been wondering what kind of realm Uncle Guang is, is it? Zhang Fan felt numb all over, Uncle Guang is the power of the ancients?

Small Heaven Steps, Heaven Steps, and Big Heaven Steps. This is the ultimate level of human cultivation. If you want to go further, you need to train the three corpse gods, communicate with the heavens with them, break the shackles of the human body and obtain a thousand years of life.

Further up is a moat, and those who have reached this realm can only rely on themselves to realize the 'Dao', and there is no external force to help them. How many heroic heroes have fallen on this road in ancient times, it is really sighing. However, crossing the moat, you will walk with the Tao, and everything you say and do is in line with the principle of the Tao, and it is not an exaggeration to cover the sky with one hand. This level of realm is called power.

As for the ancient power, there has been no great power in the Northern Wilderness for hundreds of years, so an ancient word is added in front.

An Qiuran hovered the flying sword and retreated, he was really a very vigilant person, and soon approached Zhang Fan to hide in the big tree. Zhang Fan was ready to make a move. At this time, a long eagle flew out of the forest, catching a big fish at its feet.

"It turned out to be this beast!" An Qiuran sighed.

Zhang Fan also breathed a sigh of relief.

An Qiuran Edgeworth continued to move forward, followed by Zhang Fan.

Before, I was disgusted that the pace was slow and I couldn't keep up, but now I was afraid that the speed would be too fast to surpass An Qiuran. Consciously 300 meters behind, the pace of exertion slowly kept up.

Although the pace is good, Zhang Fan always feels that something is wrong. How is it a hop and a hop.

At this time, he walked with his feet together in the shade, his head facing down to the loess, and his hands pointing to the sky. It's like a rooster waiting to be slaughtered with its wings and feet tied!

"This posture is too ugly!" Zhang Fan said in his heart.

Cangyun Mountain to the east is a city eighty miles away, the scale is not large, the population is about 500,000, but it is very prosperous, because this city is the traffic artery of the east and west of the Yan country.

The city is called Qiushui City, a city wall that spreads for eighteen miles encloses the city, the city wall is old and mottled and three feet high, and the vermilion gate is open to welcome the passers-by.

On the city, soldiers stood with spears in their hands and looked into the distance to protect the safety of the people behind the wall. Because this city is special, the soldiers stationed here are all veterans of the battlefield, and so many people have gathered their killing intent together, which makes people shudder.

Zhang Fan followed An Qiuran into the city, and An Qiuran walked directly into a pharmacy without ink.

The pharmacy was large, selling the elixir that the monks needed, and business was booming at this time, and the door was crowded.

Zhang Fan locked the spiritual platform so that it would not overflow in the slightest, and he was not outstanding in the crowd, but he didn't dare to get too close to An Qiuran, so he didn't enter the pharmacy, but sat down in the wine shop next door to the pharmacy and waited for An Qiuran to come out.

The wine shop is not big, Zhang Fan bought some meals with three dollars and ate slowly.

But in a quarter of an hour, An Qiuran walked out of the pharmacy, covered his chest with his hands and looked left and right, and left in a hurry.

Zhang Fan followed.

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Out of the city, An Qiuran stepped on the sword. Soon walked back ten miles and entered the mountain forest.

Zhang Fan hasn't made a move yet, he is waiting for the opportunity.

An Qiuran has raised enough ten bottles of marrow washing liquid, and now he will definitely find a hidden place to wash the marrow and get reborn.

However, An Qiuran behaved too sneakily in the city, and he was already targeted by people with intentions. At this time, three flying rainbows swept through the sky: "This fellow Daoist, please stay!"

Between the words, the three young men fell in front, back and on the side of An Qiuran, in a state of being sandwiched on three sides. An Qiuran subconsciously covered his chest, twisted his eyebrows and asked, "Why are the three of you blocking my way?"

The person who was in front stepped on a sky talisman, which was a one-time flying magic weapon of extraordinary value, and he smiled: "We want to borrow something from Daoyou!"

An Qiuran didn't speak.

The person on the side said, "Leave the things in your arms and the flying sword, and let you live!"

An Qiuran said coldly: "I am a disciple of the inner sect of Cangyun Mountain!"

The person behind said, "Then you're finished, even if you kneel down and beg for mercy, you can't let you go!"

An Qiuran complained in his heart, the cultivation of the two people on the side and behind him was on par with him, but he couldn't see through the person in front, and the gap between the period was definitely very large, but An Qiuran held himself as a monk of Cangyun Mountain, and he practiced orthodox Taoism, which could completely block the three loose cultivators.

A dense aura floated on his body, and the flying sword under his feet fluttered and danced, exuding a sharp brilliance and clanging.