Why is something wrong?

Xianxiaguan had just been renovated last year, and the brand-new plaque at the door was hung up with his help, but why does the plaque in front of him look so old?

It seems to have been eroded by hundreds of years, and the smell of decay alone makes people inexplicably upset.

Not only the plaque, but even the gate is old moss-colored, the high courtyard wall is crawling with thick vines, like living tentacles, trembling a few times from time to time, and the tiles on the roof are shattered and leaking everywhere.

The more you look at it, the more wrong it becomes.

Zhuo Fan hurriedly stopped everyone.

"Wait, don't rush in, it's very dangerous here."

"Zhuo Fan, have you found any problems?" Qi Ling had never been to Xianxia Temple, so he didn't understand the situation, so he could only ask Zhuo Fan.

Zhuo Fan nodded, pondered the language, and explained: "There is nothing wrong with the style and pattern of this Xianxia Temple, but the house is not the original house!" ”

"What?"

Zhuo Fan's words are difficult for ordinary people to understand.

This house is similar to the glamorous Xianxia View in Zhuo Fan's impression.

Xianxia View is the golden signboard of Xianxia Mountain Scenic Area, not to mention the annual renovation, month after month repair, but there will never be this kind of disrepair.

Overnight, Xianxia Temple turned into an unfamiliar building, so how could Zhuo Fan not worry?

"Could it be that this Xianxia Temple is also occupied by Rouzhi?"

Zhuo Fan used the "Knowing the Other" supernatural ability to observe, but did not find anything abnormal.

Lan Yichen beside him had a look of fear on his face, and looked at Xianxia as if he had seen a ghost, and his body trembled.

"Xiao Chen, do you have a hunch?"

"Yes, this time it feels even more terrifying, it's fake, but it seems to be real, it's so strange... It wasn't like this when I came here before, and I can't tell the difference..."

Lan Yichen's words made Zhuo Fan instantly vigilant.

The little girl's premonition never missed, and every time she was in danger, she would remind herself.

Obviously, the degree of danger this time is much higher than that of the farmhouse, because Lan Yichen's special talent can't feel the reality, and it is definitely not simple.

But Zhuo Fan's warning did not let Xiao Ping take it to heart.

Glancing at Zhuo Fan with disdain, Xiao Ping clasped his fists towards the gate of Xianxia Temple and bowed loudly: "Xiao Ping, the young master of the Ethereal Pavilion, has been ordered to come to meet the Yanhuang Prison Demon Envoy, and ask the seniors for permission to meet him." ”

The sound came far away.

Echoes.

However, he kept this position for a long time, and all he waited for was the "quack" of a few crows in the forest.

Ice...

Xiao Ping's face was a little unbearable, a trace of yin owl flashed in his eyes, and he lowered the corners of his mouth and motioned for his subordinates to come forward and investigate.

A thug in a suit led the way out of the crowd, took out a black axe, and walked forward, but as soon as the man walked a few steps away, he instantly stopped in the courtyard and did not move.

There was silence, no sound at all.

A leaf slowly falls to the ground with a "snap" sound.

At this moment, Zhuo Fan's eyes widened instantly.

The expression on Xiao Ping's face also became solemn.

"Don't even go over!"

"There's a problem!"

After a shout, the thug in the suit who went to explore the way, with a "click", his head slipped off his neck and fell to the ground.

A large amount of blood rose from his neck.

Like a small fountain, spraying all over the ground.

He also held an axe in his hand and maintained a standing posture, becoming a headless blood-spraying sculpture, and the scene was indescribably weird.

Everyone gasped when they saw this scene!

The bloody scene made several women present scream.

"Ahh

Screams and cries were heard, adding to the fear.

The scene was a little chaotic for a while.

Qi Ling and Jiang Long hurriedly maintained order, and it took a while before they quieted down, but there were still people crying quietly.

"What the hell just happened?"

Everyone present, except for Zhuo Fan, was confused.

Zhuo Fan was also because of the blessing of the "Knowing the Other" supernatural power, and his dynamic vision broke through the limit of human vision, so he could barely see a little spiritual power fluctuation in the air in front of the door.

Keep your eyes glued to the door, and keep your eyes on it.

The expression was thoughtful.

And although Xiao Ping's strength is strong, the sensing ability of his facial features has not been particularly strengthened, and the incident happened suddenly, he didn't see clearly how this subordinate died!

The expression on Xiao Ping's face was ugly, the pestle was in place, and his face was cloudy.

From time to time, his gaze swept back and forth between Qi Ling's gang.

Zhuo Fan's eyes narrowed slightly.

He knew that Xiao Ping was probably not at ease.

Sure enough, Xiao Ping waved his hand and pointed at the yellow hair in the crowd, signaling him to come forward and call the door.

A group of thugs in suits rushed up, and Huang Mao didn't have a chance to run, so he was dumbfounded on the spot.

The poor child was once again taken out by the thugs in suits. No matter how stupid he was this time, he understood what was going on.

"Wow wow" screamed and peed his pants again.

Everyone present was full of grief and indignation, but no one dared to come out to stop it.

"Stop!"

Qi Ling stood up again, glared at a pair of Danfeng eyes, and stopped: "Xiao Ping, put the person down for me!" ”

Xiao Ping turned a deaf ear.

The thug in the suit raised his arm and was about to throw Huang Mao towards the gate, but found that his arm could not be used at all.

It's like being imprisoned by a huge force. Looking back, he found that Zhuo Fan was holding his arm with one hand.

The powerful force made his whole arm numb, and as soon as his hand was loosened, the yellow hair fell to the ground with a "poof", and he crawled back to the crowd with a rolling belt, casting a grateful look at Zhuo Fan.

Zhuo Fan's actions immediately attracted the attention of the audience, as if he had found the backbone.

Including Qi Ling, there was also a look of surprise on his face. She didn't expect that Zhuo Fan would have the courage to stop Xiao Ping's order, and even do it directly.

Xiao Ping's eyes burst with murderous intent, and he said coldly: "What? Do you want to die for him? ”

Zhuo Fan nodded, fearlessly meeting Xiao Ping's murderous gaze.

"Don't embarrass them."

"I'm going to call the door!"

Someone is willing to take the initiative to go up to die, Xiao Ping's face softened, in his mind, even I can't figure out the existence, this mortal must be hanging up at once.

The only use is that you can use this to find out the reality in front of the door, so that you can find a way to crack it.

Since he is willing to take the initiative to die, there is no need to continue to investigate.

Zhuo Fan let go of the arm of the man in black, and under the attention of everyone, he first handed Lan Yichen to Qi Ling's hand, and slowly walked out of the crowd under the latter's continuous shaking of his head.

Seeing a few concerned eyes, Zhuo Fan responded one by one, signaling them not to worry.

He didn't immediately move forward.

Instead, he looked up at the sky, although the sky was full of white fog, but for Zhuo Fan, the white fog could no longer constitute a visual impairment.

At this moment, the sun is half-hidden in the dark clouds.

He's waiting for his moment.

Time passed little by little, and just when Xiao Ping's patience was getting worse and worse, and his face was getting more and more ugly, Zhuo Fan suddenly moved.

At this moment, the sun just showed all his faces from the dark clouds, and a trace of warm light hit his face through the white mist.

One step, Zhuo Fan walked very slowly.

Two steps...

His eyes widened, staring at the air in front of him.

The appearance of being ready for battle made everyone present dare not take a breather.

Pieces of leaves fall in the mountain wind, making a slight sound of "popping" to the ground, the sound is in the ears, and the heart trembles.

Just as Zhuo Fan took the seventh step, he saw a fluctuation of spiritual power in the void.

In an instant, Zhuo Fan took out his sword!

The sound of a "bell".

"Ahh

In the square, there were women's screams, and they couldn't even bear to watch, don't look over.

However, when they came back to their senses, they found that Zhuo Fan was standing in the middle of the field in front of the door, holding a sword in one hand, but the person was strangely still, but fortunately, the head was still there, and the parts on his body were not missing.

There was no blood spilled on the spot.

Everyone's eyes widened at the moment, and they didn't dare to come forward to investigate.

I don't know if Zhuo Fan is alive or dead now.

It was at this time.

"Squeak".

The door of Xianxia Temple opened automatically.

Two ancient gates slowly opened to both sides, and the smell of ancient decay emanated from the doors.

A gust of fishy wind turned into countless illusory ghosts, whistling over everyone's heads.

frightened everyone into another burst of shouting.

In the field.

Zhuo Fan's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and the Xianxia Sword erected on the side of his neck, under the illumination of the sun's rays, clearly reflected the two big characters "Xianxia", showing a faint purple, reflecting on the gate of Xianxia Temple.

It's just that he turned his back to the crowd, and no one saw all this clearly.

Even so, he was stabbed.

On the Xianxia Sword, a small corner was knocked off by a sharp weapon, and it couldn't be seen at all if you didn't look carefully.

But Zhuo Fan knew that he had just walked around the ghost gate.

If it weren't for the person who came out of the sword to see the word "Xianxia", he took away seven points of strength in time, and he would have hung up with a blow just now.

With his best efforts, he only saw a bend of silver, which seemed to be slashed out with a sword.

The other party's sword is definitely not something he can catch now.

That's right, he cheated.

In the name of Xianxiaguan.

But no matter what the process is, the result is not bad, and Zhuo Fan can be regarded as fooled.

His life was saved, and the door opened.

Keeping his posture still now, he was actually scared, and he didn't recover for a long time, and he was sweating profusely.

But all this is different in the eyes of everyone, Zhuo Fan went up and drew his sword, and before the fight started, the other party was so frightened that he opened the door?

also put on a handsome shape, and the majestic back is eye-catching.

"Good!"

"My brother is amazing, have you seen it?"

"As soon as the sword lit up, the door opened!"

"That's what you call it!"

Huang Mao screamed, the hooligan whistle blew, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and he took the initiative to recognize his brother, and he was not ashamed at all.

Zhuo Fan collected his sword.

The moment the sword disappeared, a thick doubt flashed in Xiao Ping's eyes, and a trace of surprise appeared in Qi Ling's eyes.

They are all immortal cultivators, so they naturally know that the sword out of the sword does not mean anything.

It's just that what did Zhuo Fan do just now?

He drew his sword and gestured, and the door opened?

As Huang Mao said, the door was scared open?

How can it be!

What about the crooks?

Xiao Ping had just relied on his powerful cultivation, but he sensed a trace of sword qi and heard the sound of metal colliding, but he did not see the person who came out of the sword.

But with his sense of that trace of sword qi, with Zhuo Fan's current strength, it was impossible to resist it.

Could it be that the other party deliberately stopped?

But why?

Xiao Ping was puzzled.

And Qi Ling, who was behind Zhuo Fan, looked at Zhuo Fan with complicated eyes, as if he knew him for the first time, full of curiosity, this man has courage and knowledge, and he also has secrets.

"Let's go, let's get in!"

Zhuo Fan put away his sword, waved his big hand, and took the lead into Xianxia Temple.

Judging from the situation just now, the other party obviously recognized the Xianxia Sword, and since the door was opened, there would be no more secret killers.

That's why he dared to be the first to walk in.

However, when he just crossed the threshold, it was as if he had stepped on something, and the whole person fell down instantly.

"Ahh

Zhuo Fan screamed miserably, and disappeared in a flash at the door.

The door slowly closed again.

The scene changed illusoryly, like a space folding, shaking people's eyes dizzy.

A moment later, a brand-new Xianxia view appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

The recently painted gate, the new hot stamping plaque, the bright bricks, and the bright wall paint are a stark contrast to the previous dilapidated scene.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

came back to his senses and asked questions.

"What just happened?"

"A big living person, just disappeared out of thin air?"

"How has this Xianxia Temple changed so much?"

"What the hell is this?"

The yellow hair's boastful expression froze on his face.

The frightened expressions of the crowd instantly returned to their faces.

Xiao Ping just took a step, but he retracted it embarrassedly, his face was purple, and he almost suffocated his internal injuries.

Qi Ling and Lan Yichen wanted to step forward to find someone, but they were stopped by Jiang Long behind them.

This Xianxia view is too weird!

A pair of stone lions at the door slowly opened their red eyes, moving their muscles and bones, roaring again and again, and ready to pounce.

The cold wind on the mountain blew in gusts, and everyone felt a chill down their backs...