Fan Wu's face was finally barely visible.

Listening to Lu Yifeng and Xu Huang talking about the beautiful scenery around Sangji from time to time, Fan Wu had already been itching. Early in the morning, she was busy calling Mingyu to go out, and the little girl named Chen Xiang quickly packed up and followed.

After Fan Wu put on the hat, even though he was only nine years old, he was one or two centimeters taller than Chen Xiang, who was twelve or thirteen years old, but he was a little slenderer than the real cardamom girl.

If you just look at Fan Wu's posture, you will have the illusion of a weak willow supporting the wind, but after getting along with Fan Wu, you will understand that where is the weak willow, it is clearly a young poplar, straight and high-spirited.

Fan Wu walked out of the courtyard with excitement, walked in the crowd of people, looked at this simple and simple town, and couldn't help but feel happy.

"This place may be regarded as a peach blossom source, right? No, it should be called Sangyuan, giggles. Fan Wu whispered, both on his face and in his eyes.

Mingyu glanced at Fan Wu, who finally came out of the courtyard to let out the wind, secretly pursed his lips, and walked lazily to the side.

Chen Xiang heard Fan Wu's words, but he didn't know what Fan Wu was talking about, isn't this a mulberry set? What peach blossom source, what mulberry source?

Fan Wu didn't explain, he was only happy alone. While enjoying this scene of the world, while wandering fast and slow under your feet.

Fan Wu's seemingly wandering route gradually turned to a remote house.

At this moment, a man who was somewhat similar to Dye Jiu walked up. This so-called resemblance is just the kind of resemblance in a chic posture dressed in white.

This person has less aura than Dye Jiu, and even the little sharp aura revealed is far from enough.

The white-clothed young man's bun left two strands on his temples, the aura of the long sword on his back loomed, and his eyes were full of arrogance.

The young man in white's eyes lit up when he saw Fan Wu, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised after seeing Fan Wu staring at him.

The young man saw Fan Wu, and the changes on his face were naturally seen by Fan Wu.

This person is far worse than Brother Zhizhi, Fan Wu pouted in his heart.

"Girl, please stay, you can't go in front. The young man stood in front of Fan Wu.

"Why?" Fan Wu has judged this person in her heart, but she will not identify this person by what she thinks in her heart, she will verify her judgment based on the conversation and the other party's words and deeds, so her tone is no different from her daily life.

"The front belongs to the forbidden land of the Chen family, and only a small number of people from the Chen family can enter. The girl is just a guest of the Xuanyun Sect, so naturally she can't enter. ”

This rhetoric...... Fan Wu's good mood this morning was ruined like this.

"The first person of the young generation of the Chen family, Chen Shuangpeng. The young man's white clothes and sideburns were blown by the breeze, and the sword spikes behind him were also flying, a good posture of a merry swordsman, but it was limited to the mortal world.

Watching the young man perform alone, Fan Wu just frowned and hummed softly to show politeness.

Then I heard the young man say, "If the girl is willing, I can naturally take the girl in to have a look." ”

Fan Wu raised his eyelids and glanced at the first generation of young people of the Chen family, who claimed to be Chen Shuangpeng, in surprise.

Seeing Fan Wu's reaction, the young man showed a smile that he thought was gentle but actually smug, "As long as I be my woman and become the daughter-in-law of the Chen family, I can naturally take her in casually." ”

Fan Wu's face turned cold, the surging aura in his body was no longer gentle, and the temperature around Fan Wu's body seemed to drop.

Chen Xiang immediately felt a chill that was colder than frost, and couldn't help but clench his arms.

"Fan Wu, good name, suitable for Sangji, hahaha......"

The young man seemed to remember Fan Wu's name and no longer referred to as a girl.

Then he jumped back to avoid Fan Wu and stood three meters away, "Fan Wu, you are just a monk, and you can't cast spells without the help of spiritual weapons. I am the pride of the sky surrounded by natural rhyme in my mother's womb, and my swordsmanship is also the pinnacle of the world. As he spoke, the young man's gaze became gloomy, "If it weren't for your Xuanyun Sect, no matter where I went to apprentice or what exercises I learned, I would be an immortal now, and it would be your Xuanyun Sect!"

Fan Wu looked at Chen Shuangpeng, who was a little crazy, indifferently, and did not feel any guilt because of his words.

Chen Shuangpeng has never cultivated the Chen family's incomplete or low-level exercises, and he wants to lift the curse and become an immortal. However, as he grew older, Chen Shuangpeng became more and more desperate, as long as he left Sangji, his body would gradually become weak, even if he left as fast as he could, he would not be able to stay away from Sangji for more than a thousand miles.

Knowing that there was no hope of becoming an immortal, Chen Shuangpeng became more and more extreme. But having maintained the demeanor of a genius for so many years, he can't bear to break it like this, he doesn't like others to be afraid of him, and he wants to continue to have the admiration of others.

He killed the brothers who had seen him go berserk, the women who looked at him with fear, the parents who avoided him out of fear, and all the charlatans who admired him to fight him but saw him red-eyed and furious......

I thought that in this way, I could continue to get the admiration and attention I once had. However, what awaited him was the family's captivity.

The Chen family died before they caught this madman and locked him in a secret place, until he was able to talk normally and regained a lot of humanity before he was released.

In order to prevent him from going berserk again, he was sent back to the secret place every day for a while. Today is the tenth day he was released, and he met Fan Wu as soon as he came out of the secret land.

Now, Chen Shuangpeng has become what Fan Wu saw, and under the seemingly normal appearance is a broken Dao heart.

Fan Wu naturally didn't know Chen Shuangpeng's past, but when Chen Shuangpeng cast the rhyme without scruples, she felt the change in the wisp of rhyme in Chen Shuangpeng's body, as if a bowl of water was dripping into a drop of ink.

The way of nature is tainted.

Fan Wu looked at Mingyu, seeing that Mingyu was still idle, and the vigilance in his heart gradually fell.

Fan Wu is not a far-away realm, he is just a heaven-level monk, and the cultivation of the monk is only a few tricks compared to the top swordsmen in the world, but he is far from enough in terms of fighting skills. Therefore, it is not a great thing for the top knights among these mortals.

And Chen Shuangpeng did not practice magic, and practiced the swordsmanship of the world to his extreme through natural Dao rhyme. For Fan Wu, who was only a Heaven-rank cultivator, the suppression of the Dao might be very large, making it difficult for her to mobilize her spiritual power to cast spells.

It's just that the so-called suppression is only relative, with Mingyu, a spirit beast equivalent to an immortal, Chen Shuangpeng can mobilize the faint Dao rhyme, and it will be directly crushed by Mingyu's powerful power.

Fan Wu looked at Mingyu and suddenly felt that he was a waste except for refining weapons.

PS: Asking for a ticket, Mingyu is splashing and rolling and pulling his hair to ask for a ticket......