Chapter 509 Conversation

As the sect master of the Ghost King Sect, there is naturally no need to say much about the dignity of the Ten Thousand Ancestors.

And this kind of character took great pains to perform such a play with his subordinates, and his intention is also quite thought-provoking.

"My surname is Wan, and I go to the cursive characters."

"Ten thousand people!"

Zhang Xiaofan read it again in his heart, this name reads ordinary, but it makes people feel like a golden iron horse, and can't help but look at him, these ten thousand people have a gentle face, but the power between the eyebrows seems to be innate, it is extremely heavy, with this name, there is a faint meaning of the king.

Ten thousand people looked Zhang Xiaofan up and down, and said with a smile: "May I ask Little Brother Zhang, but is it now under the Qingyun Mountain Sect, the number one faction of the righteous path?" ”

Zhang Xiaofan was even more shocked, couldn't help but stand up, looked at the ten thousand people, and said, "May I ask Brother Wan, are you ...... How do you know? ”

Ten thousand people shook their hands with a smile and said, "Please sit down, please sit." ”

After Zhang Xiaofan sat down slowly, Wan Xiang smiled and said: "I saw that Little Brother Zhang, you are full of energy, and there is no fatigue all the way down, looking young, but it is better than many people in the prime of life." In this world, the wind of cultivation is prevalent, and you must be a person with unique skills. ”

Zhang Xiaofan bowed his head and thanked him, but he couldn't help but say, "Then how does my sect, Mr. know?" ”

Ten thousand people smiled casually: "Without him, I see that the little brother is in the dust, and he doesn't stop looking north, with a look of longing on his face, as if he is returning to his heart like an arrow, and in the north, the closest and most famous Xiuzhen sect from here is Qingyunmen." Speaking of which, I guessed indiscriminately, casually talking nonsense, which made Little Brother Zhang laugh. ”

Zhang Xiaofan hurriedly said: "Where is it, Mr. is so discerning, you and I have never met, but we can see it at a glance, I really admire, admire!" These words were from the bottom of his heart.

Wan Xiang smiled slightly, and said: "Qingyun Sect, has been famous in the world for a long time, has a long history, profound Taoism, admired by people all over the world, the little brother entered the famous family at a young age, and the future is limitless!" ”

"Mr. has won the award, the disciple of Qingyunmen Hidden Dragon Crouching Tiger, in the next part belongs to a rotten wood, and it is not a weapon."

Ten thousand people were stunned for a moment, and laughed silently: "I didn't expect you to tell jokes, little brother Zhang." ”

Zhang Xiaofan didn't want to argue with him on this topic, so he asked him: "Brother Wan, I don't know where he is going?" ”

Ten thousand people stood up leisurely, put their hands behind their backs, looked up at the sky, and said: "This world is so big, vast and boundless, I travel the world, the mountains and ancient Ze, and go at will." ”

"Ahh

Zhang Xiaofan exclaimed and said, "I see." ”

Ten thousand people glanced back at Zhang Xiaofan, and suddenly a strange smile flashed on his face, and said, "Little Brother Zhang, I have a reluctant request below, and I hope it will be fulfilled." ”

Zhang Xiaofan was stunned for a moment and said, "Brother Wan, please speak." ”

Ten thousand people said: "I have admired Your Excellency since I was a child, but I didn't have enough chances to enter the door, and I was even more dreamed of being able to go to the magic weapon for nine days. Little Brother Zhang is a famous disciple, I don't know if I can fulfill my little wish? ”

As he spoke, he bent down deeply and made a great salute.

Zhang Xiaofan was dumbfounded, watching the ten thousand people salute, he was even more panicked, and hurriedly held on, he was really embarrassed in his heart, hesitated for a moment, looked at the ten thousand people and still looked at himself expectantly, sighed, and said: "I'm not afraid of Brother Wan's jokes, it's not that I don't want to show Brother Wan, it's just that the magic weapon is not in front of the court, I'm just afraid that it will hinder..."

Ten thousand people immediately said: "What is this, the magic weapon of the immortal family, how can there be no reason not to be on the table." ”

Zhang Xiaofan's face was slightly red, and after all, he couldn't let go of his son, so he pulled out a burning stick from his waist and handed it over. Seeing him hand over such a thing, the look of surprise on the faces of the ten thousand people also flashed, but then it disappeared and solemnly took it.

Zhang Xiaofan looked at him in his eyes and said with a wry smile: "Don't say it's you, even if you are a member of my master's sect, you often laugh at me." Saying this, Zhang Xiaofan was suddenly shocked in his heart, and he only felt that he was so strange today, in front of this unknown person, how could he seem to be willing to say anything to him.

The ten thousand people didn't notice Zhang Xiaofan, their eyes were on the burning stick, originally his face was solemn, but there was still a little casual in his eyes, but gradually, he seemed to see something, not only did his face sink, but a pair of eyes stared at this black ugly stick.

Zhang Xiaofan watched from the side, only felt that these ten thousand people looked so strange, took the one-foot-long burning stick in front of him, looked at it carefully, held it with his right hand, and gently stroked the slender five fingers of his left hand on the stick, clicked lightly, and couldn't help but ask: "Brother Wan, is there anything wrong?" ”

Wan Xiangru was awakened by a dream, hesitated for a moment, returned the burning stick to Zhang Xiaofan, and said: "Little Brother Zhang, because I admire the fairy way, I have read some books in this regard, and I have some words, and I have to ask Little Brother Zhang." ”

Zhang Xiaofan said: "Please say it." ”

Ten thousand people glanced at the burning stick and said, "May I ask Little Brother Zhang, this magic weapon contains your essence and blood?" ”

Zhang Xiaofan was taken aback, and in an instant, the terrifying scene in the valley behind the Great Bamboo Peak floated in his mind, Huo Di stood up, pointed to the ten thousand people, and said, "You, what did you say?" ”

Ten thousand people glanced at him and said slowly: "May I ask Little Brother Zhang, this magic weapon, but two things are combined into one?" ”

Zhang Xiaofan's secret of one of the deepest secrets hidden in his heart was now told by this person, this surprise was not trivial, I only felt a buzz in my head, and I couldn't speak.

Wan Xiang looked at Zhang Xiaofan's stunned expression, and he understood that what he expected was good, but he seemed to bow his head slightly, as if he remembered something, sighed vaguely, and said, "You don't know, the beads on this stick were originally holy relics of the Demon Sect." ”

Zhang Xiaofan became more and more shocked, and he almost had to hold his breath.

"You...... What did you say? ”

"This bead is a relic of the black-hearted old man of the Demon Sect Patriarch eight hundred years ago."

The words of thousands of people are like nails, which are driven into Zhang Xiaofan's heart word by word: "The name is called, 'Blood Devouring Bead'!" ”

Zhang Xiaofan's whole person was stunned and held his breath, but there were thousands of thoughts and thousands of turns in his mind, but there was always a picture lingering: the skeleton in the secret cave of Kongsang Mountain!

Wan Xiang looked at him in shock, paused for a moment, but said lightly: "Little Brother Zhang, you know the origin of this bead, but I don't know if you are still willing to know the origin of this black short stick?" ”

Zhang Xiaofan's body was shocked, he couldn't speak, just stared straight at the ten thousand people.

(End of chapter)