"It's nothing, what can it be," Su Chao thought for a moment, and then said, "If anything, it is that the disciples of the Lu family and the Luo family suddenly disappeared, and the entire Tingfeng Pavilion was talking about it." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Ao?" Zhang Fan thought slightly, feeling that this thing was really strange, "What did the head of the family say?"

The Lu family and the Luo family are the third and fourth largest families in strength month by month, and there have been signs of catching up with the Mo family and the Tao family in recent years, and their children died suddenly in Tingfeng Pavilion, and they haven't gotten the news for so long, which is a bit unreasonable.

Even if Ding Mufeng used some means to block the news in Tingfeng Pavilion for a day or two, it would be a day or two at most, and the time he was trapped in the void alone would be four days before the incident, and there would be a delay for some time later.

The Lu family and the Luo family actually didn't move at all, which is a bit incredible! Since the disciples of the Feng Pavilion were only talking about the disappearance of the disciples of the Lu family and the Luo family, Ding Mufeng was bound to explain.

"Master, he didn't say anything! I don't usually see anyone at all!" Su Chao was a little helpless, "Many people say that the disappearance of the Luo family and the Lu family has something to do with you, so they always ask me about the situation, I'm surprised, how can their disappearance have anything to do with you?"

Su Chao complained while picking up a jar of wine and said, "Don't say it, don't say it, drink and drink!"

Wan Haotian had been whispering to Qinghong on the side, and from time to time there were a few giggles, but Wen Chenglong, who was sitting on the side, was a little unhappy.

Everyone sitting there could see Wen Chenglong's thoughts, because Wen Chenglong's eyes were always staring at Qinghong's body.

"Brother Haotian, why do you ignore me all the time?" Mo Zimo had a good relationship with Wan Haotian before, so it was natural for her to joke with Wan Haotian.

This can also make Wen Chenglong a little less angry, after all, he is also here for Zhang Fan's business, and he can't be too faceless, although he doesn't like this Wen Chenglong in his heart, he looks like a high-minded, big young master.

"Sister Zimo is a married person, I'm afraid that Brother Zhang Fan will be angry!" Wan Haotian looked like a little adult, and said to Mo Zimo very seriously.

After saying this, everyone except Wen Chenglong laughed.

"Haotian, we are a family, how can I be angry when you talk to Sister Zimo?" Zhang Fan laughed and joked, "On the contrary, your sister Qinghong is not married yet, so it is not good for others to misunderstand!"

After hearing this, Wan Haotian turned his head to look at Mo Zimo, and asked very seriously: "Sister Zimo, is what Brother Zhang Fan said true?"

Mo Zimo smiled and shook his head: "Your brother Zhang Fan is joking with you, are you really serious?" The people around him laughed too.

Wan Haotian blushed a little, pouted, turned his back, looked outside, and ignored the others.

"Heh, I'm still angry...... Zhang Fan laughed, reached out and touched Wan Haotian's head, and continued to drink with Su Chao and them.

I don't know when I drank it, Zhang Fan fell asleep in a daze. When I woke up again, it was already the next morning.

"Awake?" Mo Zimo sat on the edge of the bed, watched Zhang Fan wake up, and brought him a bowl of sobering tea.

Zhang Fan took it and drank it all, thinking about what happened last night, sighed, and said in his heart that this wine is really not a good thing, I can actually get drunk!

"Get up, they're all already waiting for us to go!" Mo Zimo took the bowl of tea that Zhang Fan had finished drinking and put it on the table on the side.

Zhang Fan hummed, slowly put on his clothes, walked out of the room, and saw that Qinghong and they were already waiting in the courtyard, he was a little embarrassed, and walked forward to greet them.

"Good morning, everyone!"

"Brother, it's still early, hurry up and get on the road!" Qinghong said with a roll of her eyes, really not giving any face.

Zhang Fan could only smile awkwardly, and then marched towards the forest with everyone.

Along the way, there was talk and laughter, but it also made the road a lot easier, and after a morning's effort, I had already come to the edge of the forest.

They found a comfortable place to stop and rest, because they were about to enter the forest, and after entering, there was probably no time to rest.

At this time, an old monk suddenly walked out of the forest, and the old monk wore a red robe, looking like a good monk.

When the old monk saw Zhang Fan and the others, his brows furrowed slightly, he thought for a long time, and stepped forward, wanting to tell them something.

Zhang Fan and the others saw this old monk walking towards him, and found that this monk was actually a seventh-layer cultivator, and they all looked at him cautiously.

"Donor," the old monk bowed politely, "dare to ask the donor if he wants to enter this camphor forest?"

Zhang Fan saw that the old monk was quite polite, so he relaxed and responded: "Master, we are indeed going through this forest and going to the last general city. ”

"Oh, forgive the old man for talking too much, donors, please go back, I was also going to the city of the last general, but halfway through, I encountered a group of robbers in the camphor forest!" the old monk said, sighing!

"Robbers?" Zhang Fan glared, and said in his heart that there are robbers here, so many people follow me, if I really meet them, wouldn't it be very dangerous for them to be in Haotian.

"Robbers are nothing, the main thing is that there are many fierce beasts. Look at the cultivation of your people here, the highest is ......" The old monk swept around, but he didn't even see what Zhang Fan's cultivation was, "This girl, the cultivation of the third layer of the void and the underworld"

"The one with the highest cultivation in us is this one, the cultivation of the fourth layer of the void and the underworld!" Qinghong smiled and pointed at Zhang Fan and said.

"The cultivation of the seventh layer of the old man's void can barely save his life, I advise you not to go, or you will die in vain!" the old monk said, shaking his head.

"Master, we have to go over, if we can't get through here, is there any other place to live?" Zhang Fan's heart tightened, if this is really the case, he really doesn't dare to go from here, he is fine, after all, he is a master of the second layer of the Yuan Shen, but what about the rest?

"Yes, there is, but the miasma there is too heavy, and ordinary people can't bear it at all, but since I have a few fates, I have a few pills here, which can prevent miasma, so I'll give them to you!" As he spoke, the old monk took out a few black pills from his bag and handed them to Zhang Fan and his party.

Seeing that there was a way, Zhang Fan suddenly felt that there were still many good people in this world, and hurriedly thanked: "Thank you, master, Zhang Fan has nothing to repay, what is the use of the master in the future, you can go to Tingfeng Pavilion to find me, I will do my best to help!"

When the old monk heard that he was listening to the Wind Pavilion, his face changed slightly, but he just waved his hand: "Helping others is fun, don't ask for anything in return, Zhang Shizhu is polite!"