Time passed little by little, and I don't know how long it had passed, but I just heard a bang, the four palms parted, and the empowerment had been completed.

I saw Mu Wanqing sitting cross-legged, and the momentum on her body was up and down, but the internal force of Wuyazi for more than 70 years was too strong, and for a while, she couldn't digest it.

Because of the loss of internal strength, Wu Yazi's originally white and handsome face was covered with deep wrinkles that crisscrossed vertically and horizontally, all the thick hair on his head fell out, and a long clump of shiny black hair also turned into a white beard.

When Su Xinghe saw the appearance of Wu Yazi, he suddenly felt sad, jumped forward and knelt down, crying, "Master!"

Wu Yazi reluctantly patted Su Xinghe's shoulder, and chuckled: "Xinghe, don't be like this, now that you have a wish for your teacher, you have no regrets about going!"

As he spoke, he forcefully took off a gem ring from his left finger, looked up and said, "Boy, don't come yet!"

When Meng Fan saw his appearance, he felt inexplicable in his heart, and subconsciously stepped forward and stretched out his left hand, allowing the other party to put on the Qibao Ring.

Wu Yazi glanced at Meng Fan again, seemed to be very satisfied, and laughed: "Okay, from today on, you will be the head of my free faction" In the end, he was already angry.

Meng Fan thought of the other party's previous arrangements, his expression was solemn at the moment, and he said: "Don't worry, since I am the head of the Loose Sect, I will definitely kill Na Ding Chunqiu and avenge you for this." ”

Wu Yazi laughed, and in the midst of the laughter, his head suddenly drooped and he left.

Seeing this, Su Xinghe finally couldn't help crying loudly, for a long time, he held back his tears, got up and walked in front of Meng Fan, knelt down suddenly, kowtowed, and shouted: "Su Xinghe, a disciple of the Xiaoyao faction, meet the new head of this sect." ”

Meng Fan stepped forward to help Su Xinghe and asked, "Did the senior tell you anything before?"

Su Xinghe replied truthfully: "Master has already sent a message to inform the disciple before, and the senior sister will pass on his mantle, and the master said that the head of the sect has a high level of martial arts, not weaker than him, and he only accepts you as an apprentice in name so that he can succeed to the position of the head of the sect." ”

Speaking of this, he raised his head and looked at Meng Fan and asked, "Do you have any plans for the head of the sect next?"

Meng Fan originally wanted to leave for the Ethereal Peak of the Tianshan Mountains after winning the position of the head of the Carefree Sect. However, since he promised to avenge Wuyazi, he naturally had to keep his promise, so it didn't take much effort to pass by the Sea of Stars here.

He told the truth about his plan, Su Xinghe was very happy when he heard it, and hurriedly said: "Master, in the past, in order to avoid Ding Chunqiu, I expelled all the apprentices under the door, and now that the head wants to avenge the master, I want to bring them back to the door, so as to help the master, I don't know what the head wants?"

Meng Fan shook his head and said with a smile: "It's okay to regain the door, and you don't need to do it with one hand." ”

Su Xinghe seemed to know Meng Fan's martial arts cultivation, and he was not reluctant at the moment, he was already very happy to be able to bring his disciples back under his disciples, so he left the wooden house and gave the order.

An hour later, Mu Wanqing woke up, feeling the strong internal force in her body, she jumped up, hugged Meng Fan and recounted the joy in her heart incoherently, Shaoqing, thinking of the new master, the girl's heart was soft, and she couldn't help but kneel in front of Wuyazi and cry.

In the following days, several people buried Wuyazi in the valley, and three days later, no matter how Su Xinghe retained, Meng Fan and Mu Wanqing resolutely went out of the valley to the west.

Half a month later, Meng Fan and the others passed through Western Xia and came to a wasteland oasis in Hexi, where hundreds of miles in a radius are endless, large and small lakes and swamps, shining in the sun, like night stars, such a beautiful scenery has a terrifying name Star Sea.

At this moment, Mu Wanqing scolded angrily while looking from afar: "Meng Lang, that Ding Chunqiu is too hateful, I want to kill him with my own hands to avenge my master!"

In the past half a month, she has completely stabilized her cultivation, although the realm is still a half-step congenital, but her internal strength is comparable to that of a master of the innate layer in terms of quantity.

However, after all, her internal strength was not obtained by her own hard work, and if she wanted to completely enter the innate realm, she still needed to re-train this internal force according to the Northern Meditation Method, so that it would not work without a year or two of hard work.

Meng Fan saw that Mu Wanqing was full of confidence, and did not hit her, although her internal strength was stronger than Ding Chunqiu, but it was more than a step behind in terms of experience and martial arts moves, and it was not easy to kill Ding Chunqiu.

Although this sea of stars is full of poisonous insects, Ding Chunqiu will set up the sect in it, and naturally there is a road to the outside world, and the two of them walked along the road, and after a while, they came to a deep valley.

The mouth of this valley is surrounded by flowers and plants, and insects and snakes can be faintly seen. At the mouth of the valley stands a boulder two feet high, on which are engraved the three big characters of "Star Sect".

Since Ding Chunqiu cultivated the chemical skills, he needed to refine poisonous insects every day to suppress his own toxicity, so this deep valley was more like a poisonous cave, although Meng Fan was not afraid of poisonous insects, but he was also disgusting.

I saw him stop far away, and luck shouted: "Ding Chunqiu, come out and die quickly!"

"Death"

"Dead"

With Meng Fan's skill at this time, the power of a drink is no less than a thunderbolt on a sunny day, plus it is located in a deep valley, and the echo vibrates back and forth for a long time.

After a few breaths, seven figures came out of Taniguchi successively, these seven people were uniformly dressed in yellow Ge cloth shirts, with lion noses and wide mouths, not from the Central Plains.

These disciples of the Nakshatra Sect may have been arrogant to the outside world, and as soon as they came up, they scolded: "Where are the dogs and men and women, dare to come to the Nakshatra Sea to spread wildness!"

This abuse not only aroused Mu Wanqing's anger, but also Meng Fan's eyes were also full of killing intent, he didn't say a word, he bent his fingers and connected the dots, and as soon as he made a move, it was seven paths and six veins of sword qi.

Meng Fan didn't show the slightest mercy this time, these seven people didn't say dodge, even the trajectory of the sword qi couldn't be seen clearly, and before they could react, they were shot through the eyebrows one after another and died.

This scene happened to be seen by Taniguchi alone, and he saw that his face turned pale, and he immediately turned around and ran towards Tanichi.

In a few moments, an old man slowly came out, this old man shook a goose feather fan, a flowing silver hair moved with the wind, although the age of the sixtieth year, but the face was ruddy, looking from a distance, like a fairy.

Looking at this appearance, who else could it be if it wasn't Ding Chunqiu? This old man had already learned what had happened from the disciple who had fled back, and at this moment, when he came out of the valley, he first glanced at Meng Fan and the others, and then went to inspect the seven corpses on the ground.

However, when he saw the wound on his eyebrows, his pupils suddenly shrank, and a trace of horror flashed in his eyes. After all, he came from the Carefree Sect and had a wide range of knowledge, and he could see at a glance that these people had died from extremely clever finger power, and this kind of internal cultivation, he thought that he was far inferior. 11