Fifteen years later.

Shanxi Maojindu, since ancient times the Yellow River Basin of the north-south traffic artery, the town of the drunken immortal building is the best restaurant in the town, the signature wine of the fairy drunk a pot of ten taels of silver, despite this, a lot of businessmen and heroes from the south to the north can not help but come to taste its taste, to be a world of immortals.

On the second floor, there was a young man sitting in front of the table by the window, dressed in a moon-white robe, with a slender figure, his demeanor was indifferent, holding a wine glass in his hand and tasting it lightly, and there was a long sword on the table, the hilt and the sword body were a few inches longer than the ordinary sword, and the sword jaw was suddenly engraved with tripod patterns inside and outside, which looked more like the soldiers of the ancient dynasty, better than the weapons of chivalry.

This young man is Bai Fan, in the fifth year of Wang Chongyang's death, Bai Fan opened up the belt veins by himself, eliminated the remaining snake venom and no future troubles, so far all the eight veins of the Qi Jing have been opened, and the internal strength has been cultivated for a long time since then, and it didn't take long to complete the cultivation of the first layer of the Nine Yin True Scripture Internal Strength, breaking through to the second layer, and then he practiced the swordsmanship and light skills diligently, while practicing the Nine Yin True Scripture Yi Tendon Forging Bone Chapter and Internal Strength. When he encountered a mental sentence that he didn't understand, he opened it and asked Wang Chuyi and Qiu Chuji and others, he only asked one or two sentences each time, and they were all irrelevant sentences, and Quanzhen Qizi and others did not suspect anything else, fortunately, Zhou Botong had traveled down the mountain since Wang Chongyang passed away, otherwise he might be suspicious when he heard it by chance.

In this way, three years have passed, Bai Fan has practiced the Yi Muscle Forging Bone Chapter, and the internal strength cultivation speed has reached a higher level, and it only took a year to cultivate the internal strength of the Nine Yin True Scripture to the third layer, and the point points and the secret of solving the acupoints and the flying flocculent strength recorded in the first volume of the Nine Yin True Scripture have also been slightly successful, and the Quanzhen Sword Technique has entered the room, and one sword can be stabilized into two swords, and occasionally three swords can be transformed.

The internal strength of the Nine Yin True Scripture is more and more profound the more it goes, Rao is Bai Fan has opened up the eight veins of the Qi Jing plus the assistance of Yi Jin Forging Bone Chapter, and he has only cultivated the third layer to half in three years, and then the progress is extremely slow, the more hard Bai Fan practiced, the slower the progress, and only after asking Wang Chuyi did he understand that if he wanted to be fast, he would not be able to reach it, and martial arts could not become a top master by hard training alone, and he had to rely on understanding and practice. But at this time, his internal strength is not inferior to the Quanzhen Seven Sons, although he has been concealing his strength, but at that time, the other three generations of disciples no longer have his opponent, and after a long time, no one will look for him to compete, even occasionally when he tries to make moves with the Quanzhen Seven Sons, Bai Fan also sees the tricks and maintains an invincible and undefeated situation, so others don't know how high his martial arts are, they only feel unfathomable.

Savvy Bai Fan has no way to start, so he has been traveling down the mountain since three years ago, and he doesn't necessarily have to do anything, when he is bored, he runs to the border of Song and Jin to slash and kill the Jin soldiers who burn and loot, sometimes he cuts down when he sees a thief who is not pleasing to the eye, sometimes he teaches them to be a man when he sees a young master who bullies men and women, sometimes he doesn't bother to pay attention to others kneeling on the ground and begging him, but he doesn't do evil things, but he doesn't necessarily do good things, everything depends on his mood.

The business of the Drunken Immortal Building is very good, and it is noon, it is time to eat, and the second floor is full of people after a while, and only Bai Fan is left alone to occupy a table.

At this time, with the roar of the stairs, a group of people came up, the person in front did not have half a hair on the top, his eyes were covered with red silk, his eyes were prominent, he glanced at it with an iron pulp in his hand and walked straight to Bai Fan's table, stepped on the bench and said: "Boy, this table Uncle Ben is sitting, get out of here." ”

Bai Fan turned his head to look out the window, his eyes were confused and he didn't know what he was looking at, and said without looking back: "Clean the chair and get out by yourself." ”

"Boy, you're looking for death!"

The bald head was short-tempered, and he raised the iron pulp and slapped it on Bai Fan's head.

Bai Fan took a sip of the wine glass with his left hand, and put his right hand on the iron paste with a palm, blocking it, and he couldn't move forward a bit.

The bald head used too much force, and his face turned red, and he immediately frantically lifted the internal force and sent it to the iron pulp, and he was about to forcibly press it down.

But Bai Fan did not move, no matter how much internal force he came, he used his internal force to easily resist, until a cup of Qi Xian drunk drunk, the green tendons on his bald hands burst out, and his temples bulged, and he was still stalemate there, unable to advance, and not daring to retreat.

The bald head made a look, and the four people who came with him immediately raised their weapons to smash Bai Fan.

"Bully more with less, so shameless, Senior Brother Bai, Senior Brother will help you."

A young Taoist priest wearing a navy blue Taoist robe walked up from the stairs and drew his sword and stepped forward, and stopped all four people with a sword sweep.

"It's a pity that a good pot of wine."

Bai Fan sighed lightly, and with a shock of his right hand, the bald head was shocked back three steps in a row, and the bald head was shocked: "Which sect is this, this disciple has such a deep internal force at a young age, why have you never heard of it in the rivers and lakes?" ”

Grabbing the long sword on the table with his left hand, and pulling the sword out of the sheath with his right hand, Bai Fan's figure suddenly swept over his bald head, and a sword pierced into the five-person battle group, and then the sword light was everywhere, and the weapons intersected, and it only took a breath to make the four people with knives, guns, whips, and axes all fly out upside down, and looked at Bai Fan in surprise as if he had seen a ghost.

The bald head stepped forward and said vigilantly: "Quanzhen swordsmanship, you are one of the seven sons of Quanzhen?" No, at your age, you can only be their apprentice, whose apprentice are you? ”

Bai Fan had already guessed who this person was, and he was not interested in talking to him more, so he nodded to the young Taoist priest and said, "Senior Brother Yin, let's go." ”

The young Taoist priest was none other than Qiu Chuji's apprentice, Dragon Knight Yin Zhiping, and he returned his long sword to the sheath and smiled: "Senior brother, don't you want a good pot of immortal drunk?" ”

Bai Fan shook his head and went downstairs and said, "Senior brother is not drinking wine, but years. ”

The bald head was despised by him like this, his face was swollen red and white, and the iron slurry in his hand tightened, but he still didn't catch up after him.

Yin Zhiping chased after him and wondered, "What do you mean?" ”

"If you understand, you will understand, and if you don't understand, you won't understand it." Bai Fan glanced at him and said with a little mysterious smile: "When you become a dragon knight, you will naturally understand." ”

"Dragon Knight?" Yin Zhiping was even more confused, but no matter how he asked, Bai Fan didn't explain to him.

The two of them each took their horses and rode up, and galloped side by side on the official road out of the market town.

"Senior Brother Yin, do you have something to do with me?" Bai Fan knew that he would not look for himself as an idler for no reason, so he asked.

Yin Zhiping said with a straight face: "Uncle Wang knew that the junior brother came out to do something, so he asked the junior brother to find the senior brother and tell you, saying that the senior brother has been a beginner for fifteen years, but you have not participated in a great competition of all disciples, and this year this time you can't be absent no matter what, and he also hopes that the senior brother can accept a few apprentices to teach well, and magnify our Quanzhen lintel." ”

The first year of the big competition was canceled because of Wang Chongyang's death, and in the following years, Bai Fan shrank in the back mountain all day long under the pretext of practicing and driving away drugs, and he hid in the past, and then he achieved a small success, more than the other three generations of disciples, seeing who was a sword directly smashed away, he didn't participate, and others were happy not to compare with him, until three years ago after going down the mountain, the other three generations of disciples finally got rid of his shadow.

Bai Fan smacked his lips, he really couldn't arouse his interest, he thought in his heart that he was just a passerby in this world, in addition to trying to find a way to complete the two tasks of the main god, he was all about cultivating martial arts, and more than ten years of stable life did not make him forget the cruelty of the origin world, with his current strength, it was not difficult to return to the origin world to defeat the ordinary abilities, but compared to those top abilities, it was still a lot worse.

"I hope the plot starts soon, and I can implement the plan and complete the task as soon as possible." Bai Fan sighed in his heart.

There was nothing to say all the way, because the all-gate competition was held three days before Chinese New Year's Eve every year, and now it was approaching the end of the year, so the two of them rushed all the way and finally rushed back to the South Mountain before the competition began.

Since the death of Wang Chongyang, although the Quanzhen Sect has not been down, it has lost a bit of its heritage, and its status in the rivers and lakes has declined a lot, so in recent years, the seven sons of Quanzhen have grasped the martial arts practice of the three generations of disciples very tightly, hoping to produce a few geniuses in the Zhongxing sect.

Originally, there was a Bai Fan, which made them happy for a while, but later they found that he was like the old naughty Uncle Zhou, except for practicing martial arts, he was wandering around, and he didn't care about other things.