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The purple thunder is still weaving, and the thunder dragon and electric snake are still swimming in the dark clouds.

Yang Fan's expression was slightly solemn.

The scene is very scary, the thunder is surging, and the sky is as black as ink.

The lame king did not dare to stop, and rushed forward with his oars.

There are countless dangers in the storm and ocean, how long has it been since he came in? He has already experienced "mermaid" and "cannibalism" successively, and each time it is more and more dangerous, Yang Fan is also frightened.

"There won't be any other dangers, right?" Yang Fan asked.

The sea of storms was too terrible for him not to worry.

The lame king took a puff of dry tobacco, clicked his mouth, and said, "Of course, there are more stinging 'excited'"

"What is it?" Yang Fan asked.

"I can't say for sure, because there are many incredible existences in the Storm Ocean, many of which we have never heard of, and we can only take one step at a time."

The king crippled said.

Yang Fan was a little helpless, now it can only be like this, if he wants to cross the storm ocean, it is really dangerous.

The boat continued to sail, and Yang Fan and Wang Cripple chatted without a word.

He said, "Anyway, the lame king, this ferry is so dangerous, with your ability, why don't you do something else?"

"Hehe" the lame king smiled and said, "The two sides of the sea are land, and I am on the other side, carrying people to the other side, this is to cross the other side!"

"On the other side, this is what the Buddhists say, do you also believe this?" Yang Fan said.

"It's not a question of believing or not, life is practice, everyone has a different way of cultivating, and the practice method of my king lame man is ferrying, ferrying in the storm and ocean, crossing the other side"

The king crippled said.

Yang Fan pondered slightly, but his eyes lit up.

Yes, there are thousands of ways to cultivate, and everyone has their own method, this lame man has found his own method, Yang Fan is thinking, what is my own method?

"A thousand kinds of ways, ten thousand kinds of laws, do not leave them," the lame king said suddenly.

"The Tao is natural, the Tao is the law, there are thousands of people, there are thousands of ways, it seems that I also have to pursue my own path," Yang Fan said aloud.

"You are not very old, but you can see very clearly, the road to seeking the Tao is extremely bumpy, and it is not easy to pursue your own path, and your cultivation is not enough."

The king crippled said.

Yang Fan knows that in the several stages of cultivation, the martial arts realm is to shape the Tao in his heart, this is the stage of initial contact with the Tao, and the king realm is to start to contact the law and rules, this stage is very important, it is the initial stage.

The Emperor Realm began to comprehend the true meaning of life, because when the Emperor Realm was in the realm, people would condense the Yuan Infant.

What is Yuan Ying? It is the condensation of a monk's life 'essence'.

When he arrived at the Emperor Realm, Yuan Ying was transformed into a god and carried out the true meaning of truly touching the avenue of 'touching'.

The previous comprehension was too shallow, and after the Emperor Realm was the foundation of the pursuit of the Dao.

When you reach the Supreme, then you have to go beyond the Great Dao and move towards a higher goal.

Of course, every process is extremely long, and every process is extremely difficult.

To determine what path to take, one needs to go beyond the Supreme.

The boat continued to sail, and the storm was still violent, but fortunately, in the next few days, Yang Fan and Wang Cripple had good luck and did not encounter those terrible existences.

As we went deeper, the temperature began to drop and snow 'flowers' fell.

There are even ice floes in some places.

"Why is it getting colder?" Yang Fan asked.

"Because we're going through an Iceland!" said the lame king.

"Is Iceland an island in the midst of a storm?" Yang Fan asked.

"It can be said that when you get to Iceland, the danger of storms and seas is almost over, and when you get to Iceland, I will put you on Iceland, and if you want to cross this last area, you will need to take an Icelandic ship."

The king crippled said.

Yang Fan said, "It seems that the origin of Iceland is not small, and a transfer station has been set up here?"

"It can also be said that there are actually a lot of monks living in Iceland, and the owner of Iceland is very mysterious, he has cultivated the Great Ice Sealing Technique, and his cultivation can be called unfathomable!"

The king crippled said.

"Great Freezing Technique, this is indeed a very strange Three Thousand Great Dao," Yang Fan nodded.

The snow kept falling, and the boat broke through the ice floe and headed all the way to the depths, and finally saw a huge island, covered in snow and white, and that was Iceland.

"Iceland has arrived, and my mission has been accomplished!" said the lame king.

"Let's go, I'll invite you to have a drink" Yang Fan landed in Iceland with Wang Cripple.

"Hehe, it's not necessary, if you and I still have a day to meet, let's sit down and drink, and now I'm going back," said the lame king.

"Why don't you see if there are any passengers on top of Iceland?" Yang Fan said with a smile.

"The cripple king only carries destined people"

He waved his hand and drove the boat away alone, and Yang Fan stood on the shore, watching the lame king's boat disappear into the sea, and he turned and walked towards Iceland.

The goose-like snow is falling, and the biting cold wind is blowing, and there are relatively few pedestrians on the street, but many monks have gathered in many restaurants, all drinking wine and chatting.

"Big brother, is this your first time in Iceland?" A teenager in shabby clothes saw Yang Fan landing on the island and ran over, to be precise, maybe he shouldn't be called a teenager, he looked only about ten years old, with a childish 'color' on his face, because the weather was too cold, his face was frozen red.

"Hmm, is there an ordinary person like you in Iceland?" Yang Fan was slightly surprised.

"Seventy percent of Iceland is made up of ordinary people," the kid said.

Although he is not very old, he looks quite sensible.

"You want to lead the way for me?" Yang Fan asked.

"Yes, big brother, I can introduce you to some of the different 'colors' of Iceland," the child said, with a wistful look on his face.

"Let's go to the restaurant first, I want to eat something first" Yang Fan glanced at the child who was shivering from the cold, and said out loud.

"Mmmm" The kid nodded busily, led the way in front, and took Yang Fan to a restaurant, there were many monks drinking in the restaurant, and when he saw Yang Fan coming in, he immediately had a little second brother greet him, and shouted enthusiastically, "Welcome this son to our restaurant, the son is very raw, is it the first time to come?"

"Yes, find me a table and have some good wine and food," Yang Fan said.

"Okay, Childe is coming with the little one!" The little second brother led the way in front.

came to the second floor, the little second brother cleaned up a table, made tea, Yang Fan took a sip of tea, and said, "You can sit too"

"I'll just stand," the half-grown child said.

"It's okay, sit down, I'll ask you something later," Yang Fan said.

"Mr. Xie" nodded in gratitude from the half-grown child.

Soon, good wine and good food were served, Yang Fan beckoned the half-grown child to eat, the child was embarrassed at first, but after all, it was difficult to resist the "temptation" and "confusion" of the food, and he began to eat, it seemed that he had not eaten for a long time, and he was also gobbling it up.

"What's your name, how old are you this year?" Yang Fan asked.

"My name is Xiaofeng, and I'm nine years old," the half-grown child said.

It is said that the children of poor families are in charge of the house early, how can this Xiaofeng look like a nine-year-old child?

"Well, eat slowly," Yang Fan said.

Xiaofeng devoured it, and after eating enough, Yang Fan took out three gold leaves, handed them to him, and said, "Put the things away, you can go."

Xiaofeng was stunned, and only now did he know that the big brother in front of him said that he had something to ask himself, but in fact, there was something, but he just felt pitiful, so he was helping himself.

Xiao Feng didn't refuse, because he really needed these things now, he put them away, knelt in front of Yang Fan, kowtowed three times, and left the restaurant with the 'color' of perseverance in his eyes, and disappeared into the vast snow.

Helping this child is just a gesture, and sometimes, it can save someone's life.

Yang Fan came to the first floor, settled the account, and walked outside.

At this time, a group of more than a dozen people came outside, led by a young boy, looking in his twenties, with a rebellious 'color' on his face, wearing a white 'color' mink coat, this group of people happened to walk a face to head with Yang Fan, Yang Fan took a few steps back, intending to let this group of people go first, the boy saw Yang Fan standing at the entrance of the 'door', frowned slightly, looked at Yang Fan, and said, "From out of town?"

"That's right," Yang Fan nodded.

"No wonder you don't understand the rules so much," Brother Gongzi frowned slightly.

Yang Fan raised his eyebrows and said, "What do you mean?"

"Don't you understand, you don't know the identity of Young Master Ben, do you?" asked the young man.

"What is your identity?" Yang Fan asked.

"Li Si, what is your identity telling him?" Brother Gongzi said to a horse-faced monk beside him.

The horse-faced servant looked at Yang Fan coldly, and scolded angrily, "Dog thing, this is the eighth great-great-grandson of the Lord of Iceland, when you see your son, you still dare to stand in a grand manner, why don't you hurry up and kneel down and salute your son, do you want to die?"

The horse-faced monk's face was full of smirk, as if he would take action to clean up Yang Fan anytime and anywhere.

Yang Fan's face sank slightly, and he said, "Kneel down and salute, what kind of rule is this?"

"This is a thousand-year-old rule in Iceland, all Icelanders must kneel and salute when they see the owner and his family" The horse-faced monk sneered, "Didn't you hear my words? Kneel down and salute, otherwise, you can come up to this Iceland, but you can't leave."

The horse-faced monk had a sinister smile on his face, and looked at Yang Fan with a sneer, as if Yang Fan would kill Yang Fan as long as he didn't listen to him.

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