Yang Fan's lips squirmed silently, as if he had a thousand words, but he didn't know where to start, at this time he realized that he and they had not seen each other for half a month, but after thousands of lifetimes of reincarnation, and now they seemed a little strange.

"Time...... Is it really so easy to wash everything away......"

It's not that Yang Fan didn't want to speak, but Wan'er and Yunshang didn't give him a chance at all, they staggered by him, as if passers-by, their eyes didn't have a trace of convergence, strangeness, strangeness, until they were indifferent......

He could see the pain in Wan'er's eyes as she staggered by, and he could also feel the cold in Yunsheng's eyes.

In the end, the three of them did not say a word, did not make eye contact, and staggered by, not even as good as heaven and earth.

Heaven and earth, although they may not be connected, can remind people of their intimacy.

Wan'er, Yunshang and him, but they are parallel lines that can never intersect, and they can't even fantasize......

"It's strange, what's wrong with Yunshang and them? Why don't you talk to us?" Cheng Wei's depressed words woke up Yang Fan, he looked at the backs of the two, but they had already disappeared into the crowd, and there was no trace of them, only Na Bingxiao turned his head, glanced at Yang Fan reproachfully, and then disappeared.

Even with his eyes closed, Yang Fan tried his best to make himself forget everything about them, his heart was bleeding and missing, and he was also reluctantly forgetting, forgetting or not forgetting, maybe he had already found the result.

Yang Fan knew that she was hurt too deeply, so she broke up her family and forced her father not to return to Frost Moon City.

He also hurt Yunshang too much, concealed the facts, and became strangers to Wan'er in front of her again and again.

But who knows? What does he have?

Maybe, no one knows, Wan'er doesn't know, Yunshang doesn't know, only he knows......

Wishful thinking was finally exchanged for heart-rending pain, Yang Fan was heartbroken, his heart was destroyed, and his heart was lost......

The assessment began, Yang Fan didn't hear what the elders of the outer gate said, nor did he see the concerned eyes of his brothers around him, he followed the rolling crowd, mechanically and woodenly stepped into the cave, and walked blankly towards the unknown future.

"Do you think there will be a problem with Yang Fan?" Cheng Wei, who did not participate in the assessment, asked Huang Kaishan beside him, his eyes full of worry.

"I don't know, why don't we go in and have a look. Huang Kaishan frowned and looked at Cheng Wei.

Yang Fan told him not to let Cheng Wei and Huang Kaishan participate in this inner door assessment, their cultivation is still too low, and they will encounter unexpected changes when they enter the cave, Yang Fan doesn't want them to take risks.

But at this moment, Yang Fan's abnormality made the two worried, and they resolutely rushed across the square and entered the cave.

The crowd is rolling, but it seems so insignificant in the huge cave, the cave is deep and bottomless, spacious as the sky, as high as a hundred zhang, and nearly a hundred zhang wide, as if the whole mountain has been hollowed out, huge, cold, full of unknown dangers.

Hundreds of people entered the cave like gravel thrown into the sea, without a single wave.

Soon the figures slowly dispersed, running back and forth towards the depths of the cave.

Passing through this cave, which is the area of the inner gate, you will become a disciple of the inner gate, and your status will soar, and you will have glory, power, status, money, and beautiful women.

Becoming an inner disciple and becoming a dragon and phoenix among people is a wish, a dream, where you can call for wind and rain, do whatever you want, and where you can make your greed get the most perfect sublimation, give what you want, and do everything.

The crowd around Yang Fan seemed to be running wildly towards the black bear of honey, salivating with lust, wanting to take off the laurel of victory and achieve the goal he had been ignorant.

He was like a passerby, slowly moving forward, forming a black and white contrast with the crowd running wildly, the gap between heaven and earth.

His body was filled with one of the strongest pains, sorrows, and wounds in the world, filling all the space, and not only was he not ready to expel them, but he was still sinking, brewing, and trying to ferment them, so that they could take root and sprout, and burst out with sorrow that pierced his heart......

Muddy and stiff, the sun and moon were dim, the heavens and the earth were reversed, Yang Fan felt that he was being put into a small bottle by Wan'er and Yunshang, no matter how he struggled, he couldn't poke out of the bottle and breathe a breath of fresh air.

Suffocating, boring, spicy, miserable, all kinds of flavors fermented in the bottle, emitting a gas called decadence, which smoked him powerlessly, except for the taste called liberation.

"Look, alliance leader, isn't that Yang Fan?" A group of outer disciples with swords on their backs saw Yang Fan, whose eyes were blank and his steps were vain, and they immediately said to Ling Aotian in disbelief.

"It's him! Let's go around it, it's not forbidden to kill people here. Ling Aotian's eyes narrowed, looking at Yang Fan, a little timid, and hurriedly urged his members to walk around.

But when he took a few steps, his eyes suddenly lit up and he realized that something was wrong.

At this time, Yang Fan didn't even look at them, as if he was a stranger, he turned a deaf ear, and walked slowly towards the front.

"No! This kid is in a weird situation today, you two go and try him. Ling Aotian's eyes rolled, and he quickly walked more than ten zhang in front of Yang Fan, and then pointed to the two members with depressed faces.

The two of them made a bitter face, cautiously approached Yang Fan, and seeing that he didn't have the slightest reaction, they couldn't help but be bold, and the sharp sword in their hands was suddenly handed out and stabbed into his chest.

"Bell ......"

The sword seemed to be pierced into the iron stone, and there was a sound of metal clashing.

Whoosh!

The two fellows hurriedly withdrew like rabbits, turned and ran.

"This kid is stupid!" Ling Aotian smiled, the sword struck his heart, Yang Fan actually did not resist, let the attack be, although it did not pierce his skin, but this showed that Yang Fan was not ready to fight back.

How could he let go of the opportunity?

With a hula, Ling Aotian led his twelve members to surround Yang Fan, and the sharp swords in his hands unceremoniously stabbed out, aiming at the vital parts of his body.

Bang ...... Bang

The sound of metal striking continued to come out, and sparks burst out from between Yang Fan's body and the tip of the sword, as if a blacksmith was hammering the iron and stone.

"Damn, what is this guy's body made of? It can't be broken at all?" Ling Aotian became more and more frightened the more he struck, and now he realized the gap between himself and Yang Fan, people didn't move, they stabbed and slashed casually, as if they were nothing, they didn't have the slightest reaction at all, and they didn't even break the skin.

"Brothers, they all use the Spiritual Qi Imperial Sword, this kid is really stupid, killing him just grabbed the Purple Wing Jue!"

Ling Aotian looked at the empty ring on Yang Fan's finger with bright eyes, and roared excitedly.

The others suddenly became even more violent, their bodies shook together, and the surging aura soared into the sky, permeating the sharp edge of the sword, stabbing towards Yang Fan like lightning.

Yang Fan didn't know at all that the negative emotions in his heart were being released little by little at this time, thanks to the hard attacks of Ling Aotian and the others.

Although his body is difficult to break with a sword, the pain still exists, and the feeling of stabbing and slashing with so much force is still very strong, but his skin and flesh are tougher than steel, and it is not easy to break, so the opponent will think that his defense is extremely strong.

Attacking again and again, the pain of the impact was slowly expelling the numbness in his heart, Yang Fan's consciousness was returning little by little, and the scolding of Ling Aotian and the others gradually came from his ears......