When the group of three people left the city and walked quickly to the woods outside the city, it was already completely dark. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Looking at the particularly dark and quiet woods, Fan Chuan could clearly feel Grandpa An's nervousness and uneasiness, because Fan Chuan could clearly see that Grandpa An's body was trembling slightly.

"It's so dark in the woods, how can I find this?" said the middle-aged man surnamed Shang with the same nervousness. Because he knows that Xiaotian is the only reliance of Old Man An, if something happens to Xiaotian, then Old Man An's future life can be imagined how miserable it will be.

"That's it, Grandpa An, you monk Uncle you look around the woods, I'll go look inside the woods" Fan Chuan knew that since he cultivated himself, his eyes could also see more clearly in the dark, but the main reason for saying this was that since Fan Chuan came to the edge of the woods just now, he vaguely felt the fluctuations in the true qi of the characteristic cultivators in the woods, which made Fan Chuan feel that An Zetian's disappearance was not as simple as he thought.

"Xiao Chuan, it's so dark inside, you can't see it clearly like us, how can you find it when you go in? Don't be reckless, wait until you go back and find more people with fire candles to find it again" Grandpa An said to Fan Chuan with a little concern in his lost expression.

"Grandpa An, I'm fine, I don't know what's going on, my eyes can see clearly in the dark, don't go in, wait for my news outside" Fan Chuan stepped into the woods after speaking, and Fan Chuan was more clear, that is, if there were really cultivator activities in the woods, let Grandpa An and them go in, it would not be a situation that he could control. Even if there was really a cultivator activity, Fan Chuan had to go in, after all, Grandpa An saved his life, not to mention that An Zetian was in the woods, and he also liked An Zetian, a young man, so Fan Chuan couldn't ignore it.

"Oh, Xiaochuan, then you pay more attention to safety, no matter what the situation is, come back as soon as possible" Looking at the figure of Fan Chuan, who was gradually disappearing into the woods, the old man shouted.

"Old man An, who is this young man?" asked the middle-aged man surnamed Shang.

"Oh, he's ......," so the old man recounted how to save Fan Chuan and Fan Chuan's own life experience with the middle-aged man surnamed Shang.

"So that's the case, I always feel that this young man named Fan Chuan is a little different from us, but I can't tell where it is different," the middle-aged man surnamed Shang sighed.

"Xiao Shang, you think too much, Xiao Chuan is a good boy," the old man said leisurely. But the old man didn't know that what the middle-aged man surnamed Shang said differently meant that Fan Chuan seemed to have an ability to see through it.

Fan Chuan, who had walked a long way in the woods, had to sigh that the woods were so dense, but the more he walked deeper into the woods, the stronger he felt that there was a fluctuation of the true qi of a cultivator, which made Fan Chuan have to be vigilant, thinking about whether to sacrifice the Cold Drinking Sword to defend.

At this moment, suddenly the wind in the woods was loud, the leaves were blown up one after another, and the noisy "rustling" sound made Fan Chuan very depressed, how could such a strong wind suddenly rise in the quiet woods? Just as Fan Chuan was thinking, suddenly a lot of white light flashed in front of the right side of his eyes, and at the same time, there was a kind of cultivator's true qi pulling himself towards the place where the white light flashed, and without thinking too much, Fan Chuan immediately sacrificed the Drinking Cold Sword to stop his gradually moving body, and a cold immediately spread all around.

Looking at the place where the white light flashed again, it had turned into a sphere of aperture composed of white light, and the white aperture was still bursting outward from time to time with the true qi of the cultivator, which made Fan Chuan puzzled and couldn't tell what it was. Fan Chuan thought fiercely in his heart, after going out, he must take out more of the Lingji Jian given to him by Old Bai Shizun, and see the comprehensive introduction to Xiuzhen in it.

Fan Chuan cautiously walked towards the white aperture, and at the same time tightened the cold sword in his hand.

Just as he was about to get close to the white aperture, Fan Chuan suddenly found that there was a person lying not far from the aperture, and because of the deposition of fallen leaves, he couldn't see who it was.

Thinking about An Zetian, Fan Chuan immediately walked towards the lying man without stopping, and when he saw it clearly, Fan Chuan couldn't help but be surprised and sad, the surprise was that the person lying down was An Zetian, and the sad thing was how the good An Zetian could lie here.

Fan Chuan put his hand on An Zetian's nostrils and tested it, fortunately, his breathing was still normal, but he fainted, and Fan Chuan couldn't help but put down his hanging heart.

Thinking of Grandpa An who was still waiting anxiously outside the woods, Fan Chuan didn't think much about it, picked up An Zetian, who had fainted, and walked outside the woods, and when he left, he didn't forget to turn his head to look at the circle of light that was still shining white, and couldn't help but shake his head in distress. I thought that I would definitely come back again when I had a chance in the future.

"Oh, did you say that Xiao Tian would be in the woods? I heard that there are cultivators of the Moon Terror City Cult in this forest, is this true?" An old man with a nervous expression standing on the edge of the woods outside the city of Night Chaocheng asked a middle-aged man standing opposite.

"Old man An, don't be nervous, it's all rumored by others, it's not credible," the middle-aged man responded.

Yes, the two people who talked were the middle-aged man surnamed Grandpa An and Monk from Fanchuan.

"I hope so," the old man whispered.

"Grandpa An, I found it, I found Xiaotian" I heard a sudden "rustle" sound of stepping on dead leaves in the woods, and I saw Fan Chuan walking out of the woods with An Zetian on his back.

"Is Xiaochuan you?Have you found Xiaotian?Is it true?Hurry up, come out and I'll take a look" Hearing Fan Chuan's words, Grandpa An said incoherently excitedly.

In response, Fan Chuan put An Zetian, who was still dizzy, next to a big tree.

"Xiaotian, what's wrong with you? What's wrong? Are you awake? Grandpa An looked at Xiao Tian who fainted and shouted nervously, then looked at Fan Chuan and asked, "Xiao Chuan, what's wrong with Xiao Tian?" Where did you find him?"

"Old man An, this is not the place to stop and talk, I think let's rush home first," the middle-aged man surnamed Shang said worriedly when he looked at this scene.

"Yes, Grandpa An, Uncle Shang is right, let's go home first and talk slowly" Fan Chuan also responded.

"Oh, yes, yes, go home first, I'm old and confused," Grandpa An said, patting his head.

So Fan Chuan lowered his body again and picked up An Zetian, and several people immediately walked towards the gate of the city of Yechao......