The person who appeared was none other than Xiaofan!

Unexpectedly, after not seeing him for a few days, Xiao Fan had already entered the Demon Dao and practiced the Demon Dao exercises, and the progress was so fast that even Fang Zheng was amazed. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Why can the protagonist burn a rabbit when he gets out of trouble, and then hug the beauty, and I just show my head and have to meet the attack?"

Fang Zheng couldn't help but think in his heart.

"Ghost Li, what are you doing here? Do you know that it was because of him that I got out of trouble, and you actually attacked him?"

Before Fang Zheng could make any moves, Bi Yuan on the other side directly urged the golden bell, blocked Xiao Fan's flying sword, and protected Fang Zheng behind him.

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Fang Zheng was stunned for a moment, and then figured it out.

The current Bi Yuan doesn't even know that the ghost is Xiao Fan, Xiao Fan is the ghost power, and the relationship between the two is just an ordinary relationship.

"I have some grudges with this person, Bi Yuan, are you going to stop me for him?" Xiao Fan's voice sounded.

I don't know when it started, Xiao Fan's voice was not as dull and immature as when he was in Qinyun, as if after falling into the demon, the whole person's state of mind had changed.

Fang Zheng knew that the change of the demon to Xiao Fan was very different, and directly made Xiao Fan become another person.

Maybe it means that the current Xiaofan can no longer regard him as the stupid disciple above the clouds, as long as it takes a while, he will grow into a powerful general under the command of the Demon Dao Ghost King!

Bi Yuan hesitated for a moment, and seemed to be thinking about whether it was right to do this, when she was in the underground world, two people lived and died together, and they had long put the view of good and evil in the back of their minds, but out of the blood hole, the identities of the two people were different after all.

"Ghost Li, don't think that my father values you, you can tell me that I know how to do my things. Bi Yuan said with some stubble, but anyone could hear the hesitation in her heart.

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Fang Zheng glanced at the current Bi Yuan and Xiao Fan, not only did the two of them not have any affection for each other, but they also acted against each other.

But Fang Zheng knew that Bi Yuan and Xiao Fan had formed a fate in the midst of the noise, and Xiao Fan had now entered the demon much earlier, in this kind of situation where the building near the water was the first to get the moon, who could guarantee that the two would not come together in the end?

Fang Zheng didn't speak, he retreated directly to the rear, and without even saying hello to Bi Yuan, he turned into a light and walked away.

Since Xiaofan has become a demon, he has turned into another identity. And they are all here, so Bi Yuan's father, the Ghost King, must not be far away.

Although Fang Zheng was not afraid of Xiao Fan, even after entering the demon, how much improvement had he made in a short period of time? At most, he had the same strength as Qi Hao.

But for the Ghost King, Fang Zheng still doesn't have any ability to fight now, and if he continues to stay, he will face a lot of unknown factors, and Fang Zheng has no way to control such a situation.

Galloping along the sword light of this mountain forest, he flew out for about half a day before he got out of the range of this mulberry mountain, and it was about half a day before Fang Zheng found the village.

After inquiring about the direction, Fang Zheng walked in the direction of Qinyun.

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Another day, Fang Zheng arrived at an inn, and settled down to rest, and at this time, a middle-aged scribe walked in.

The middle-aged scribe in the inn seemed to have seen someone they shouldn't see, and the atmosphere fell silent.

And Fang Zheng naturally saw this middle-aged scribe.

The other party's temperament is very unique, Tairuo is natural, and he looks handsome, which is very different from ordinary people.

"Oh no, I've picked up the pace, but I didn't expect to be followed. Fang Zheng said secretly in his heart.

With just a few glances, Fang Zheng was able to guess the identity of the other party, and what appeared at this time must be Bi Yuan's father, the ghost king is undoubted, he has accelerated his speed, and he didn't expect to be caught up by this ghost king.

The middle-aged scribe walked directly in front of Fang Zheng, as if there was only one seat left in the hall of the inn.

Fang Zheng didn't speak, just got up and left.

"Little brother, if you come here, you will be safe, why do you have to leave so anxiously?" said the middle-aged scribe.

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After hearing this, Fang Zheng turned a deaf ear, and without even turning his head, he quickened his pace and walked towards the outside of the inn.

And at this time, the middle-aged scribe stopped in front of him and blocked all the ways of Fang Zheng.

"Little brother, the most important thing for a cultivator is his mind, your impatience is not beneficial to cultivation, and you are very similar to someone I know, can you catch up with me?"

Seeing that there was no way to avoid it, Fang Zheng sighed, sat on the stool next to him, and quietly waited for the next step of the ghost king, but his heart kept thinking about how to deal with it.

The ghost king of this time should not do anything to him, after all, he just saved Bi Yuan, but if he asks him for a black stick for the sake of the ghost, he really has no way.

After all, the dagger was his biggest secret, how could he possibly hand it over to someone whose cultivation was much more advanced than him.

But what I was afraid of seemed to come, only to hear the other party say: "I remember that my friend who is similar to you, seems to have left something with you, after so much time, should I return it to him?"

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The middle-aged scribe was not angry, even if the Qinyun disciple in front of him saved his daughter, he couldn't stop him from claiming the Demon Sect's treasure, after all, this kind of thing was left in the hands of a Qinyun disciple, and it was always a little unreasonable.

Moreover, the black stick is still a ghostly blood refining thing.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Oni, I don't have what he wants, and I can't give it back to him, if you don't have anything else, please let me go. Fang Zheng said slowly.

Obviously, he has torn his face and said the identity of the middle-aged scribe.

The middle-aged scribe was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting this Qinyun disciple to be so calm in front of him, and had already guessed his identity.

A hint of majesty appeared between the middle-aged scribe's eyebrows, making the middle-aged scribe look as if he had changed into a different person, only to see him open his mouth and say, "Since you have already guessed who I am, then you should hand over the black stick." ”

Fang Zheng shook his head: "Mr. Ghost King, I don't understand the difference between good and evil as you do, but his blood refining thing must be his? Could it be that just because he is called a ghost, this world should be his?"

"What if I say, I can use this black stick too?"

As he spoke, a black glow appeared on Fang Zheng's hand.