Han Fan had already narrowed the distance to two hundred meters, which was a concept for monks and ten meters for ordinary people, and even more than that.

The monk was conceived by the aura of heaven and earth, and his body had already broken through the original limit, and the distance of five hundred meters could not be clearer whether he was seeing or hearing.

It was also because he was in the Ancient Forest that Han Fan dared to get so close.

After following him for almost an hour, the Five Realms monk returned without incident.

"It's all taken care of. He said as he saluted the youth.

"Hmm. The young man replied lightly, turned his head to look at Uncle Liang, who sensed it carefully and nodded.

The young man was relieved, and his mood seemed to be better, and with a flick of his wrist, he reopened the folding fan and fanned it gracefully.

"Have you killed all those who followed?" the young man asked suddenly.

"Yes, young master, not a single one will be left. The Five Realms monk swore an oath.

Han Fan listened to the conversation between the two, pursed his lips, and obviously let one go.

"Oh, those three people just now are brothers, right?" The young man didn't care about the lives of those people, but he thought of the three people he had met before, and felt a little novel.

"Judging by their conversations, yes. Uncle Liang took over the conversation, and Qing was obviously relieved.

"The eldest of the three would really die generously to delay time, what is this? When the young man said this, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

From an objective point of view, this is indeed the case. Uncle Liang thought for a while and said.

"Oh, there is still such a thing in the cultivation realm?" the young man's face was incredulous.

"Yes, very few. Uncle Liang looked at the young man and only spoke after confirming that the other party's emotions were in a calm state.

"It's really rare, it's a very small number, and you killed it. The young man pointed the finger at Qing again.

Qingyi's legs weakened when he heard this, he was extremely aggrieved, but he had no right to refute.

"It's a subordinate who deserves to die. Qing hurriedly spoke.

"Then you or you're going to die!" the young man looked at Qing with interest.

"This ......" Qing didn't know how to continue, and jumped into the pit he had dug himself.

"Huh. The young man sneered and put away the folding fan, "As the saying goes, good people don't live long, and disasters last for thousands of years." I'd rather be that scourge than be a good person. ”

"That's right. Uncle Liang's sentence of approval is serious and heartfelt, not a blind compliment.

"Good people never end well, it's not that we are too evil, it's that they don't adapt to the rules of survival in this world, so they can only sacrifice. Seeing Uncle Liang's sincere affirmation, the young man continued.

"It's true, the cultivation realm has always been the survival of the fittest. The fittest, which means the right person, has nothing to do with good people and bad people. "Uncle Liang rarely said something to the young man.

"Ha, Uncle Liang, the hero sees the same thing!" The young man was in a better mood, and the folding fan was opened again, and the fan was even more wide.

When Han Fan heard this, a violent flame of anger arose in his heart, this fire was intense and fierce, accumulating in his chest, wanting to rush out and burn everything.

"Look, they killed people!" Han Fan seemed to hear a voice in his heart say this, and the previous foreboding was confirmed.

"Survival of the fittest, don't you distinguish between good and bad, I don't think you are the right person either!" Han Fan thought to himself, he silently recited the secret of silence to suppress the anger in his heart, and opened the distance between him and several people. Now he is not in the same state as before, and he is worried that his whereabouts will be discovered.

Time passed in a hurry, it was night, and twilight was four.

The young man and his party found a place to set up camp.

There are five people in total, a tent, two Five Realm monks take turns to keep vigil, and the rest of the people either practice or meditate, only the young man sleeps in the tent, he doesn't like to cultivate, he feels troublesome, and the night time is used to sleep.

"Uncle Liang, you don't have to guard me all the time, you can cultivate when you should. The young man's voice came from the tent, and Uncle Liang, who was guarding the door, had a little helplessness on his face after hearing it.

"Young Master, this is the Ancient Forest, you can bear with it, and when you get out of the Ancient Forest, I promise to give you enough space. ”

There was no more noise in the tent, and the young man seemed to acquiesce.

Seeing that several people had stabilized, Han Fan made a note of the location and quietly retreated.

Finding a hidden hiding place, Han Fan began to cultivate, and he was ready to advance to the Four Realms.

Just cultivate the Demon Dao!

What the young man didn't know was that his words to Uncle Liang benefited Han Fan, and that sentence that good people don't live long, and there is the survival of the fittest, made Han Fan suddenly wake up.

In fact, the young man's saying is that the words are not rough, the fittest survive, and the fittest can be good or bad.

Han Fan didn't care what others said and thought, he wanted to be the right person, suitable for living in the cultivation world, and able to protect the person he wanted to protect. On the issue of good or bad, he felt that he had to have a ruler in his heart, clearly draw the bottom line, and measure everything to a degree, which was too much.

If doing so requires him to be a bad person, then he has an obligation to do so.

When he figured everything out, there was a "pop" sound, like a bubble bursting.

It was the sound of him breaking through the barriers of the three realms and breaking through the four realms!

Han Fan's perception was twice as strong as before, and the red-gold energy in his body was much more handy to use than before.

Looking at this piece of heaven and earth again, some faint lines appeared in Han Fan's perception, which were the trajectory of the flow of spiritual energy, and the traces of the wind blowing.

He saw some ethereal tracks.

Context!

Somehow, such a word suddenly popped into Han Fan's mind.

Han Fan didn't think much about it, this was not something he had to think about now.

There was a sudden movement in his body, and he hurriedly looked inward.

I saw the energy in the dantian rolling, and if I threw a boulder into the lake, the waves splashed. Immediately after that, a cyan air flow and a colorless air flow condensed in the dantian, and because you could feel the surge of the air flow, the colorless air flow could be detected without the need for eyes.

The two streams of air flew out of the dantian, intertwined with each other, passed through Han Fan's body, and entered the brain, the air currents stabilized, and began to merge with each other, finally forming a cyan imprint.

The sigil floated above the sea of Han Fan's divine consciousness, its shape was extremely peculiar, obviously tangible, but it felt ethereal and ethereal, like the wind, but not all wind, and there was an inexplicable sense of mystery and nothingness.

The appearance of the imprint means that Han Fan's innate supernatural powers have been formed.

If you want to say that the happiest thing to promote to the Four Realms, it is the mysterious innate supernatural power, which is the means of most monks to press the bottom of the box.

Han Fan hurriedly checked his innate supernatural powers.

The result was reasonable, but he couldn't help but feel disappointed.

Han Fan's innate supernatural power is an auxiliary supernatural power produced by combining the characteristics of his concealment and body technique, and the function of the supernatural power is to keep it hidden and not leak his breath when moving at high speed.

Not only that, but the concealment ability is much stronger than before, and it is not clear how strong Han Fen is, and it needs to be tried to know.

This supernatural power is not Han Fan's ideal, but once it comes, it will be safe, and he will accept it calmly.

Having obtained a new supernatural power, the first thing must have been used, he rushed to the camp of the young people.

The Ancient Forest at night was even more dangerous, because the strange beasts that haunted at night and those that moved during the day were completely two threat levels, and Han Fan didn't dare to try too much, so he used his usual fastest speed to travel, without using the Nine Elements of the World, nor using the word "disease" mantra.

With the affinity of the wind element, coupled with innate supernatural powers, Han Fan was really like a ghost in the night when he moved at full speed without using spells, silently, and he even skipped past a fifth-order elephant python, but the other party didn't notice it.

The python felt a breeze blowing, and there were all kinds of winds in the forest, and it was used to it.

Han Fan's originally frustrated mood slowly improved because of the powerful concealment ability of the innate supernatural powers, it doesn't seem to be so bad, isn't it?

I passed by a few strange beasts, all kinds of things, but none of them found Han Fan.

The power of the innate supernatural power made him more and more excited, how could he still be unhappy before.

You have to give your innate supernatural powers a name, Han Fan thought.

Now that you have cultivated the Demon Dao, let's give it a name that compares the Demon Dao, let's call it the Ghost Step.