To figure it out, he stepped sideways and flew towards the red light.

The light was so dazzling in the night that not only did he see it, but so did the people who watched the play. Given that they had seen Zhang Xuan's high-level juggling before, they took it for granted that it was Zhang Xuan's juggling performance to cheer them up.

Someone said: "Oh, Zhang Xuan is worthy of being a master in the world, and he has become more and more advanced in juggling." He drummed out a light practice that was so high that he couldn't see the source, like a red waterfall that kept flowing down, which was particularly commensurate with the festive atmosphere of the New Year, and let us take a good look at the excitement, which was really heartfelt! ”

The man next to him answered: "Brother, what you said is not false at all. Don't look at our Zhangjia Village is a remote village, but because of Zhang Xuan, it is more lively than the city. We usually have a hot eye on the bustle of the city, and we always want to go and see it, if the people in the city know that this place is more lively than theirs, maybe they will envy us in turn! ”

"Well, envy us is not fake! If we have a chance to meet the people of the city, we must brag to them so that they don't pretend to be in front of us. ”

"Brother, we're not bragging, we're telling the truth. Isn't it true that we're more lively here than in the city? ”

They were discussing here, but they didn't know that Zhang Xuan was worried in his heart.

Zhang Xuan walked away in the red light, his heart was completely bottomless, and he pulled out the foil from his waist, ready to do it at any time.

The speed at which he scurried up was very fast, and the speed at which the red sagging technique seemed to be slow, but in fact it was not very slow, and after the tea time, the red color practice touched Zhang Xuan's body.

Zhang Xuan didn't know whether this red color practice was friend or foe, the moment he was touched by the color practice, he was a little frightened in his heart, and he was about to swing his sword and stab, but he was suddenly swept up by the color practice, and there seemed to be a leather whip in the color practice, which whipped at him violently, making him feel pain all over his body.

"Ah, this damn red light is really not good, the meeting gift to Lao Tzu is so simple and rude, Lao Tzu definitely can't accept it!"

Zhang Xuan cursed secretly while performing a constriction technique, shrinking his body to the size of a flea, so as not to be whipped by the countless leather whips.

However, the red color practice didn't let him shrink, and I don't know what kind of weird magic power he used, which instantly restored his body to its original state.

Shrinking into shape, Zhang Xuan couldn't wait to scold his mother.

Those who watched the excitement couldn't see the doorway in between, and when they saw that Zhang Xuan suddenly disappeared, they were startled, thinking that he was swallowed by that red light, and secretly said something bad in their hearts.

It is a pity that a master of the world died in the blink of an eye.

The next moment, when they saw Zhang Xuan reappearing, they immediately applauded and cheered.

Ah, it turns out that Zhang Xuan was not devoured by the red color practice, but was playing a game of changing people!

This kind of trick can't be played by ordinary people, only Zhang Xuan can play it. People live for a lifetime, and it is extremely rare to be able to see such a game, and they are fortunate to see it, which can be described as worth living!

Thinking of this, they applauded and cheered while looking at the small building where the Xuan family was located, admiring her for giving birth to such a capable son.

The Xuan family was in the building, and he couldn't see Zhang Xuan in the sky, and when he saw that the people watching the play looked up at the sky and applauded, they asked Hanwa to come out to see what was going on.

Hanwa came out of the building, looked up at the sky, and saw Zhang Xuan's figure faintly appearing at the end of the red light, and couldn't help but wonder deeply, and hurriedly ran upstairs to tell the Xuan family.

When the Xuan clan heard this, he was even more surprised, so he took Baguio, Hongrui and Xiaohua downstairs to watch, and what he saw was indeed Zhang Xuan's faint figure.

In the middle of the confusion, the Xuan clan turned his head and asked Hongrui, "Xiaorui, do you know what's going on?" ”

Hongrui groaned slightly, and then responded: "Old lady, in my opinion, that red light is the light of guidance from heaven. If Zhang Xuan knew that it was the light of the connection, he would not have the heart to resist. Once resisted, the light would teach him a relentless lesson until he became obedient. ”

"You mean, that light won't hurt him?" He asked.

"Of course not!" Hongrui responded, "That's one of the beams that came to draw him to the heavens, how could it hurt him." ”

When he heard this, he immediately put his mind at ease, and then smiled: "My family has been stubborn since he was a child, and he was born with a strong temper, and he wants to fight when he encounters anything, and it's strange if he doesn't resist!" That's fine, let that light teach him a good lesson, and he might become well-behaved from now on! ”

With that, he returned to the building with a grin.

Indeed, as the Xuan clan said, Zhang Xuan was beaten vigorously by the red color practice with a leather whip, and was beaten back to the original shape by the red color practice, and the temper of the bull was attacked for a while, and he had to compete with the red color practice, so he performed the shrinking technique again and again, and was beaten back to the original form by the red color practice again and again, and his heart was very bitter.

In desperation, he used his strength to swing the foil and stab, but he couldn't use it at all, and the hand holding the foil was finally entangled by the red color practice and couldn't move.

At this time, he realized that this red color practice was very strong, and he had no strength to fight in front of the red color practice.

If you don't have the strength to fight for frustration, it's futile to fight for frustration, and it's best to stay obediently.

So, he simply stopped struggling and let the red color practice.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he gave up resistance, the red color practice instantly became friendly, not only no longer whipped him with countless leather whips, but scratched him with a pair of soft and smooth little hands, making him feel good both physically and mentally.

"Oh, this damn red light is so domineering, the practice is to follow me and disobey me to perish, whoever is against it will be whipped mercilessly, whoever befriends it will be warmly soothed, and these two completely different faces are seamlessly connected when they change, and the technique is very clever, Lao Tzu has seen it!"

Feeling the comfort of being scratched by thousands of pairs of little hands, Zhang Xuan said to himself.

The red color practice not only scratched him warmly, but also gradually penetrated those red lights into his body and replenished his energy.

As he felt this, he couldn't help frowning as he looked at the messy things that were coming and crashing into the red light.

In his opinion, the red color practice received so many black and messy things, and he must have become unclean, and his receiving the energy of the red color practice was equivalent to indirectly receiving those unclean things.

When he was promoted to the Ascension Realm, his body had been cut and washed by the power of heaven and earth, and it had become spotless, and now that he had received these unclean things, he might re-pollute his body, and the effect of cutting the marrow and washing the dust would be greatly offset.

Sad, helpless, sad!

Thinking of this, he wanted to cry a little without tears.

How did he know that the first light of connection to absorb the filth within 500 miles around him was an existing setting, otherwise, those great gods would not have called him a street gong.

After absorbing those filthy things, the red color practice will convert a dry piece of filthy energy into pure energy, which will be injected into his body, laying the foundation for his ascension. Without receiving these energies, he cannot ascend.

That's where the Light of Engagement comes in.

Because he was not told by others, he did not know that what he was encountering now was the light of the channel, so he resisted and worried.

Now, he has given up resistance, but his apprehensions remain.

The light of the connection didn't care about this, and Gu Zi operated according to the established rhythm.