If Meng Fan was awake at the moment, he would definitely jump up excitedly when he saw the peach in the white ape's hand, but he was so focused on boxing that he didn't notice the arrival of the white ape at all.

The big white ape looked at it for a moment, then put the peach aside and left silently. Although the monkeys in the forest coveted the peach, they seemed to know that it was a gift from the white ape to Meng Fan, but they didn't eat it secretly.

The day passed quickly, and in the early morning of the second day, the great white ape brought a peach again, just like yesterday, and after looking at it for a while, it left the peach silently. And so it went on for seven days, and on the seventh day, there were already seven in the place where the peaches were placed.

However, just today, not long after the white ape left, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy suddenly crawled out of the entrance of the green valley, the young man's clothes were ragged, and there were faint blood stains on his arms and knees, but his face was full of smiles.

This young man is none other than Zhang Wuji.

After being forced by Zhu Changling to jump off the cliff, Zhang Wuji thought that he would definitely die, and he never thought that he would come to such a fairyland after tossing and turning.

After eating a few fruits, Zhang Wuji strode towards the depths of the green valley, he saw that there was no trace of people here, thinking that it was an isolated peach orchard fairyland, however, when he walked to the waterfall, his eyes instantly opened, and his eyes were full of shock and disbelief, as if he had seen the most incredible thing in his life.

At this moment, Meng Fan was practicing the Jade Emperor Fist, and with the unfolding of the one-style fist technique, a layer of brown-yellow halo appeared on his body, looking from a distance, he looked like a man among the gods.

Although Zhang Wuji's martial arts are not high, but his knowledge is extraordinary, he saw that Meng Fan was only about the same age as himself, but his martial arts looked more mysterious and clever than Master Tai, and he immediately regarded Meng Fan as a rejuvenated and rejuvenated land immortal living in the Green Valley.

Meng Fan didn't know about Zhang Wuji's existence, he just happened to understand the last key point, and then perfected the Jade Emperor Fist to the point where it was equivalent to nine yin and nine yang.

At this moment, a set of Jade Emperor Fist Techniques was successfully completed, and Meng Fan suddenly felt a touch of joy in his heart, and he couldn't help but smile. When Zhang Wuji saw this smile, his heart was calm, and the whole person couldn't help but relax.

At this time, Meng Fan finally found that there was one more person in the valley, his eyes turned and fell on Zhang Wuji, and then his thoughts turned, and he immediately guessed Zhang Wuji's identity.

Being looked at by Meng Fan like this, Zhang Wuji's heart suddenly sank, and he felt that his whole body was seen through by Meng Fan one by one, and there was no trace of secret.

After being stunned for a moment, he finally woke up, and then rushed to Meng Fan in a few steps, bowed down and bowed: "Kid Zhang Wuji to meet the front...... Immortals!"

Zhang Wuji originally wanted to call him "senior", but when he thought of Meng Fan's identity, he felt that this title was too rude, so he immediately changed his name to "Shangxian".

Hearing this, Meng Fan was also stunned, but then he laughed, but he couldn't be happy. Laughing and laughing, his heart moved, and suddenly thought: Anyway, there is nothing left and right, since this kid treats me as a fairy, I might as well tease him.

Thinking of this, he immediately put away his laughter and said in a calm tone: "The kid is polite, but it's a pity that the Xuan Ming is haunted by cold and poison, and his life will not be long!"

When Zhang Wuji heard this, he was taken aback, and secretly said that Meng Fan was indeed a living immortal, but after a glance at himself, he knew his injuries well, and he was many times better than Hu Qingniu, who was known as the "medical immortal".

Thinking of this, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind, and an unconcealable excitement arose in his heart:

It is said that if you don't die in a catastrophe, there will be a blessing in the future, the ancients did not deceive me, although mortals can't cure my cold poison, can't the gods still cure me? This is an out-and-out immortal in front of me, I Zhang Wuji really shouldn't be killed!

As soon as he thought of this, he hurriedly bowed down again, and prayed in his mouth: "I beg the immortal to have mercy and save the boy's life!"

Although Zhang Wuji is not afraid of death, if he can live well, how can he give up in vain, if it is just an ordinary person who can save his life, he will naturally not pray so much, but since the other party is an immortal, the situation is different, and there is no shame in this move now.

Maybe it was a desperate situation, when Zhang Wuji prayed, he remembered what happened to him again, and he choked up for a while, Meng Fan heard it, smiled dumbly, and had no intention of continuing to tease.

"Get up, I'm not an immortal, but it doesn't hurt to save your life!" Meng Fan stood with his hands in his hands and smiled faintly.

When Zhang Wuji heard that Meng Fan promised to save him, his heart was excited and happy, but when he thought of Meng Fan's denial of the identity of the immortal, he was a little puzzled, weighed it again and again, and then asked: "Dare to ask the senior's surname?"

Meng Fan replied indifferently: "My name is Meng Fan!"

When Zhang Wuji heard this, he immediately thanked him: "Thank you Senior Meng for saving your life, if your predecessor has orders in the future, the kid will do his best to obey them!"

Meng Fan groaned slightly, and said with a smile: "It's too early to thank you, although I promised to save you, but it's not without conditions, you have to worship me as a teacher, how about it?"

Since seeing the atrocities of the Mongol soldiers, Meng Fan planned to take advantage of the opportunity of the six major factions to besiege Guangmingding, recover the entire Ming Sect, and then overthrow the Yuan Dynasty with the power of the Ming Sect. Zhang Wuji is the son of luck in this world, and there are naturally many benefits to being his master.

Zhang Wuji hesitated slightly, then nodded and agreed, although he didn't know Meng Fan's personality, but he had a preconceived understanding before, he felt that Meng Fan was not an evil person, and Meng Fan's previous martial arts were extremely powerful and heavy, and they belonged to the Xuanmen Sect.

Thinking of this, Zhang Wuji no longer hesitated, immediately knelt down, and kowtowed three times in a row, "Zhang Wuji meets the master!"

"Okay!" Seeing this, Meng Fan nodded with satisfaction.

With the relationship between master and apprentice, Zhang Wuji was no longer as restrained as before, he looked at Meng Fan at the moment, and asked curiously: "Master, I once heard my master say that the only thing in the world that can save my life is the Jiuyang Divine Skill, but I see that the master just made the martial arts not like this divine skill, I don't know how the master can help me expel the cold poison!"

When Meng Fan heard this, he glanced at Zhang Wuji with a smile, shook his head and said: "Although the palm poison of the Xuanming Divine Palm is powerful, if you want to cure this poison, there is no more than one kind of Jiuyang Divine Skill, not to mention others, just the martial arts of that guy outside the cave can save your life!"

"Zhu Changling's martial arts to save himself?" Zhang Wuji's eyes widened, and he looked at Meng Fan in disbelief. At this moment, he was really surprised by Meng Fan, so much so that he forgot to ask Meng Fan why he knew about Zhu Changling's existence.

Meng Fan didn't care about Zhang Wuji's reflection, in his opinion, since "One Yang Finger" can save the dying Huang Rong, just a cold poison, it is naturally not a problem, of course, the premise is that the grade of One Yang Finger is high enough.