In the early morning, the morning sun rises, and a soft and faint ray of early sun emerges.

The golden morning light shone through the gaps in the clouds, and the edges of light spread from the earth, enveloping the foothills in the distance.

Su Fan sat cross-legged on the small gathering spirit array, cultivating the Mixed Yuan Gong.

After nine turns, he slowly opened his eyes and smiled with satisfaction.

Open the game panel [Realm] Qi Cultivation Level 5: 95/100.

In just over a month, he was able to complete his realm cultivation and break through to the sixth level of Qi cultivation.

After a few more years of penance, you can increase your longevity by breaking through to the late stage of qi training.

The practice of qi is complete, it is the longevity of the two Jiazi.

The body of the extreme yin is really powerful.

No wonder so many monks practice Hehuan Dao.

When Su Fan remembered the beautiful scene under him when he just woke up, he couldn't help but feel excited.

He quickly took a deep breath and suppressed the emotions stirring in his heart.

Meditation, calmness, it's not unseen.

But it's so white.

After all, a child who grew up under the red flag since he was a child, and in the social environment of the Confucian atmosphere, he has always despised his behavior of pulling out and running.

Paralyzed, a scumbag is a scumbag, who asked you to chase and kill me.

However, Gu Qinghuan suffered such a big loss, and he didn't seem to be looking for himself with much fanfare.

When Su Fan came out of the mound, he changed his appearance and body type, and he didn't have a grimace tattoo.

Coupled with the triple blessings of the "Void Spirit Method", "Concealment Technique" and "Stealth Concealment Talisman", it is impossible to find him again.

Su Fan got out of the house, came to the street of Fang City, and arrived at a restaurant.

The restaurant is very simple, that is, it supports a shed, and a few tables and chairs are placed, and there is not even a fence, and it is ventilated everywhere.

There were a lot of people in the morning, and the shopkeeper was old and sweaty.

Su Fan found a table where no one was and sat down, and greeted Lao Yutou.

"Old Yu, the meal is ......"

"Okay......"

Lao Yu replied, brought a large porcelain basin that had been steamed, and put it on his table.

The surrounding monks all looked at Su Fan with bewildered faces.

This thing is thin, can you eat so much?

This large pot of rice is enough for them to eat for several days.

Su Fan didn't care about the strange gazes around him, his physical body advanced again, and the amount of food increased again.

Now that he is eating, he is afraid of himself.

Pick up a spoon and mix it in a basin, mixing the diced meat, green beans, mushrooms and leaves.

Let the ingredients, soup and spiritual rice be fully integrated, and the method is similar to the claypot rice in Guangzhou in the previous life.

This was specially ordered by Su Fan, and he taught Lao Yutou how to do it hand in hand, and every day when he arrived at the meal, he helped him steam such a large pot in advance.

Three times a day, he eats this stuff.

"Lao Guan, is the Yin Luo Sect still setting up cards everywhere?"

"It's not just cards, there are patrols everywhere, as long as they stop it, it's not ...... good."

"I was stopped once last month, and I rummaged through my storage bag, and I was too ...... to deceive people."

"Alas...... It's not this cult that is causing trouble, we have all been affected by our casual cultivation......"

Su Fan was shaving the spiritual rice while listening to the discussions of the people around him.

Looks like we'll have to stay here for a while, and we'll talk about it after the limelight.

Su Fan had two storage bags in Shifang alone, and if he met a demon disciple with a vicious heart and framed him as an evil cultivator, he could only fight back.

If you offend the Yin Luo Sect in the Zhao Kingdom, the consequences can be imagined.

Paralyzed, the disciples of the sect are awesome.

If it weren't for the war in Yongzhou, he would have had a chance to enter the sect.

Unfortunately, there has been little hope in the past few years.

Even if the Immortal and Demon War is over, it is not so easy to return to Yongzhou.

After breakfast, Su Fan came to the street of Fang City, spread a piece of animal skin, and put the talisman and some miscellaneous things on the table.

Take out a maza and sit on it and read a book quietly.

At this time, a middle-aged casual cultivator came over and set up a stall next to him.

"Lao Su, I came out early today......

"Huh...... I've just been here ...... too."

After Su Fan finished speaking, he asked the other party.

"Lao He, it is said that Yongzhou is quite lively......"

"Isn't it, the True Demon Sect of the Qi Kingdom has almost poured out, and the Yin Luo Sect of our Zhao Kingdom has also gone to many people."

"Then how can you take Yongzhou down this time?"

"Take a fart, several immortal sects in the Central Plains have mixed in, this time if you don't fight for a few years, you can't stop."

Su Fan sighed in his heart, he couldn't go back in the past few years, so he still messed around in the Demon Gate.

The two were chatting when they saw a young man who came to Su Fan's stall.

The other party is in his early twenties, and he cultivates qi at four levels.

He was dressed in the standard black robe of Yin Luo Sect, he was not tall, his appearance was mediocre, his eyes were as black as ink, and there was a childishness between his eyebrows.

Lao He, who came over to chat, saw that the other party was a disciple of the Yin Luo Sect, and hurriedly moved his body back.

Su Fan glanced at the other party, looking a little familiar, and couldn't remember where he had seen it for a while.

"Fellow Daoist, do you want to buy a talisman?"

The other party looked at Su Fan and smiled innocently.

"You don't remember me......"

Su Fan frowned when he heard this, I know who you are.

"...... in Qionghua Mansion"

Hearing this, Su Fan suddenly remembered who this person was.

It was the disciple of the Yin Luo Sect who he rescued from the dungeon in Qionghua Mansion.

Without waiting for the other party to finish, Su Fan waved his hand and interrupted him, but he couldn't let him go on.

"Why are you here?"

This kid looked very excited, and squatted directly in front of Su Fan's stall.

"This time I made a great contribution, the sect not only rewarded me, but also allowed me to enter the inner gate, I haven't ...... yet"

Su Fan hurriedly waved his hand to prevent him from continuing to speak, and changed the topic again.

"Congratulations, I entered the inner door at such a young age, and my future is immeasurable."

"I've been looking for you, I really didn't expect to meet you here, if it weren't for ......"

Seeing Su Fan interrupt him again, this kid understood even if he was stupid.

He glanced at Lao He, who was eavesdropping on their conversation with his ears pricked up, and turned his head to look at Su Fan again.

Seeing that Su Fan nodded slightly, he smiled.

"Let's go...... I'll invite you to dinner......"

Su Fan smiled bitterly, and could only nod helplessly.

If this kid stays here, he may be able to say something.

He took the stall and followed the other party to the only restaurant in Huoshan Fang.

It is said to be a restaurant, but it is actually a two-story restaurant.

The first floor is a scattered seat, and the upstairs is divided into private rooms with bamboo curtains.

Because most of them are patronized by casual cultivators, they only sell some simple appetizers, and they don't even have spiritual wine.

Su Fan found that this kid was a chatterbox.

This way he talked forcefully, and his mouth was never idle.

Su Fan doesn't talk much, and occasionally asks casually, which can attract the other party to speak in the vernacular.

In the end, Su Fan only used a few words, and the situation of this kid was lost by his understanding.