Zhang Yifan looked at the familiar house around him, and a sour feeling rose in his heart. After looking around, his figure moved, and he flashed into the courtyard.

A moment later, Zhang Yifan came to the main hall. Here, I don't know who set up a spiritual position for my father and mother and the clansmen. Zhang Yifan quietly walked to the side. He was amazed when he saw the new offerings and the half-burned incense.

"Who the hell is this? Why do you come to worship your father and mother every day!" Zhang Yifan looked at the things on the table in front of him in a daze, and wondered in his heart. Immediately, he smiled bitterly. All the members of the family died that night, how could they have a mouth?

"Could it be Eagle Heavenly Hatred!?" Zhang Yifan suddenly thought of the expression of Eagle Heavenly Enemy in the restaurant, and thought that it was him. "I didn't expect that I, Zhang Yifan, still have a good brother!" Zhang Yifan smiled bitterly after laughing at himself.

The kind of result I didn't want to see, but I didn't expect to see it tonight. The person he had been thinking about for a long time turned out to be an executioner. He was the executioner who killed his last loved one.

Zhang Yifan looked at his father's spiritual position, and tears flowed unconsciously.

"Dad, mother, what should I do?" Zhang Yifan knelt heavily in front of his father's spiritual seat. Nangong Yan's sudden appearance was like a sword that completely cut off his thoughts. And this sword, while cutting off thoughts, also completely messed up its own layout.

"Is this really the Yan'er I know?" Zhang Yifan whimpered. The icy chill, the ruthless coldness, the decisive killing intent made him desperate.

Now, even if she flatters her, apologizes, and atonements, she has sunk into the blood of her people. Everything disappeared with the blood of the clansmen. All that was left was the monstrous hatred, which was like a needle stuck in a nerve. Always reminds Zhang Yifan and tells him, revenge, revenge!

After a long time, Zhang Yifan dried his tears and fell asleep next to the spiritual seat. The lonely figure is accompanied only by the rising cigarette. The pain of loneliness turned into sweetness in the dream.

"Yifan, will you marry me!?"

"You don't marry in this life!" said the young man firmly in the peach blossom forest.

A simple sentence is marked with an indelible brand. This promise, which is not a promise, gave him the last ray of sunshine in his life. This hope like the dawn is swallowed up by darkness on the road of life.

"The sad morning and the evening are easy to touch, and the long diligence of life is touched!"

The night was quiet, and the noise of the past was eliminated. The lonely figure faded in the flickering candlelight. A hazy gray veil of fog floated. The breeze blew gently, and the veil of mist drifted into the main hall.

The lonely night, the lonely figure, and only the veil of fog that is blown away by the wind at any time comforts his wounded heart.

In the middle of the night, the lonely wind gently blew the chill and woke up Zhang Yifan in his sleep. When he woke up, he sighed helplessly. Immediately, his face grew cold

"Blood debts can only be paid with blood!" Zhang Yifan's sealed heart became completely cold at this moment.

Looking at the spiritual position, Zhang Yifan lit the incense for his parents and clansmen, and after kowtowing a few times, he resolutely walked into the boundless darkness.

The next day, near noon, Zhang Yifan walked out of a remote place in the old house. After such a long time of healing, his injuries are already half healed.

In fact, Zhang Yifan also understood why Nangong Batian didn't kill him. He didn't solve the secret on his body, and he wouldn't do it in front of his daughter. And the most important point is that Nangong Batian is jealous of his 'master'.

Under the operation of the Spirit Tortoise Technique, Zhang Yifan's current temperament has completely changed, and even the timbre has become another person with the Spirit Tortoise Technique.

took off the night clothes on his body, Zhang Yifan spread out with one hand, and the moment the mysterious qi gushed out, the night clothes turned into ashes. Under the shaking of the wind, the ashes disappeared completely.

Zhang Yifan's divine consciousness spreads outward, extending outward around this old mansion. The place within a radius of more than ten miles is clear at a glance. After seeing that no one was watching, he breathed a long sigh of relief.

Suddenly, at this very moment, another divine consciousness spreads out. After he touched Zhang Yifan's divine sense, he suddenly came quickly. Zhang Yifan was shocked in his heart, and after suddenly retracting his divine sense, his body moved and disappeared in place.

Just a moment after Zhang Yifan left, an illusory figure appeared in his position.

"Huh!" the man snorted, and after looking around, he shook his head with a wry smile.

"I didn't expect that there was a divine consciousness comparable to me in this Liang City!" As soon as these words fell, the illusory figure gradually ethereated, and then disappeared.

Zhang Yifan cautiously avoided the man's divine sense and left his old house. For the scene just now, he still had lingering palpitations.

Xiaolong once said that the strength of the divine sense can kill the opponent in an instant. The man didn't know whether he was friend or foe, and if he was the helper of those who were secretly waiting for the opportunity, he wouldn't even be able to live for a moment. Fortunately, he avoided it, otherwise he would have followed his clansmen without avenging his revenge.

After several tosses, Zhang Yifan finally returned to the Li family. As soon as he entered the Li family's compound, he saw Li Xiaotian hurriedly walking over.

"Yifan, where did you go last night and didn't come back until now!?" Li Xiaotian's tone was full of dissatisfaction.

Zhang Yifan smiled: "Grandpa, where else can I go, just go out for a walk." Zhang Yifan had to hide what happened last night. In this harmonious family, Zhang Yifan's heart has been integrated, and he doesn't want to see this family ruined because of himself.

Li Xiaotian saw that Zhang Yifan was in good health, and breathed a long sigh of relief. Then, he pretended to be angry and said, "You are not allowed to mess around like this in the future." ”

Zhang Yifan smiled: "I know grandpa! Oh yes, I also asked grandpa to help my grandson prepare some three-grade elixir." These three-grade elixirs must be stable cultivation, or elixirs to improve cultivation!"

When Li Xiaotian heard this, his face was stunned, and then he whispered: "You little ghost, you are going to trouble your master again." However, what do you want your master to do in alchemy?" Then he changed his words and looked at Zhang Yifan solemnly.

"This is kept secret for the time being!" Zhang Yifan smiled slyly, and then said, "I'm going to practice!" After speaking, he ran away.

Li Xiaotian stroked his beard, looked at the cheerful figure, and frowned tightly. After a moment, Li Xiaotian smiled bitterly. This grandson always likes to play dumb riddles, but Li Xiaotian also knows that this grandson is a thoughtful and thoughtful person.

Zhang Yifan entered the room, and just when he closed the door, a mouthful of blood spurted out. The injury itself is not thorough, and the injury in the body is stimulated when using the divine sense.

The cultivation of Nangong Batian has entered the late stage of Huangdan and is approaching the Great Perfection. was slapped by such a master, either dead or injured. Fortunately, Zhang Yifan has been practicing the Five Dragons Technique since the beginning, and the structure of his body has long since changed. If it were someone else, it would be nice to have half a life left.

Zhang Yifan wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, and the cold glow in his eyes became more and more intense. "Nangong Lao'er, I will make you repay the pain you gave me a hundred times and a thousand times!"

Zhang Yifan's clenched hands turned white, making a dull sound, and the nails that went deep into the flesh cut through the hateful heart.

The respectable Nangong Batian in the past who gave people the feeling of a spring breeze was completely erased in Zhang Yifan's heart with the palm last night. After all this, Zhang Yifan knows that the appearance can never represent the heart.

After a while, Zhang Yifan sat cross-legged on the bed and began to practice the Five Dragons Technique.

Time passed quietly in the cultivation, and Zhang Yifan walked out of the cultivation on the morning of the second day. At this time, Zhang Yifan's injuries had healed, and his cultivation in the early stage of the Gangqi realm had stabilized more than eighty percent.

Zhang Yifan's room was in a remote part of the Li family, surrounded by willow trees. This is also Li Xiaotian's transformation in the later stage after entering Liangcheng. The scenery here is pleasant, remote and quiet, and it is a good place for cultivation. Since Zhang Yifan came to Liangcheng, Old Man Li gave him this place.

After stretching his waist, Zhang Yifan pushed open the door. A smell of blood poured into Zhang Yifan's nostrils the moment he pushed the door open. Zhang Yifan's eyes condensed, and when he saw the blood stains on the ground, his complexion changed. Looking at the bloodstains that stretched to the back of the house, his face became solemn. Immediately, his whole body moved and walked along the bloodstains.

"Li Changsheng!" Zhang Yifan was taken aback, in the middle of the willow tree roots behind the house, Li Changsheng sat there cross-legged with no blood on his face.

Hearing Zhang Yifan's voice, Li Changsheng opened his eyes slightly.

"Brother Fan, I"

"Don't speak!" Zhang Yifan hurriedly interrupted Li Changsheng, and his body moved to Li Changsheng's side. The Xuan Qi of the palm of his hand condensed, and Huo Ran pressed it on Li Changsheng's chest.

When that hand just touched Li Changsheng, Zhang Yifan was surprised. The ice armor cracks on Li Changsheng's body were all over the place, and only a few wisps remained. The ice armor on his chest was long gone.

In an instant, Zhang Yifan's face was gloomy, and his eyes revealed murderous intent.

After a stick of incense, Li Changsheng's face returned to ruddy. "Poof!" a mouthful of blood, black as ink, spurted out of his mouth.

Li Changsheng desperately took a few breaths of fresh air and said with a smile: "Grandma's, suffocate me!"

Looking at Li Changsheng, who had returned to his naïve state, Zhang Yifan snorted lightly: "If you don't take off the masked black scarf, can you breathe smoothly?"

When Li Changsheng heard this, he awkwardly ripped off the black scarf. The ruddy face was even redder at the moment, like a drunken red-faced man.

"Brother Fan's Xuan Qi seems to be different from others, I can feel that the power is very pure!" Li Changsheng's face suddenly became solemn.

"Because you're too badly injured!" Zhang Yifan used the Five Dragons Technique to attract the aura of heaven and earth, extracting the pure aura to treat Li Changsheng, and in a hurry, he ignored this stubble. Zhang Yifan had no choice but to put the reason on Li Changsheng.

"Maybe!" Li Changsheng scratched his head and laughed.

Instead, Zhang Yifan's face sank, and he said, "Still laughing!?" Immediately, Zhang Yifan continued: "Who beat you to a serious injury, and you also broke the ice armor." ”

Hearing this, Li Changsheng's face was gloomy, and his eyes were full of coldness.

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