Half of Han Fan's writing power had been consumed, and Sima Yan's urging voice kept coming from the mountains.

"Hurry up and figure it out!" Sima Yan was a little anxious.

"I'm not thinking, how you go down and how you come up. Han Fan said helplessly.

"Can I jump down, can I jump up?" Sima Yan was a little angry.

Han Fan thought for a moment, and his fingertips condensed an emerald green thin line composed of the power of words and spread down.

"Why don't you catch it? Han Fan opened his mouth with a little weakness.

"Are you kidding me?" Sima Yan had a question mark on his face.

"Inflammation. Han Fan's voice was a little weak.

"What?" asked Sima Yan.

"I'm hungry. Han replied.

“......”

Sima Yan's position is equivalent to being at the bottom of the mountain, about two hundred meters high from the entrance of the cave, although he is already a monk in the early stage of the Four Realms, but the height of 200 meters is really embarrassing.

Controlling the aura to fly is an ability that only exists after the Five Realms, and Sima Yan is far from it now.

Entering the volcano was because the boulder was too tempting for him, Sima Yan didn't think too much about it, so he jumped in, manipulating the aura could allow him to reduce the speed of his fall, but it was far from being able to make his body fly in the air.

In the end, it was Sima Yan who stepped on the cold mangs inserted into the inner wall of the volcano and jumped hard, and Han Fan's big hand that controlled the power of the words kept pulling out the cold mangs and then inserting them into a higher position, so that it came up after a few repetitions.

"How could you not think of such a simple method?" Sima Yan patted his sleeve, his movements exaggeratedly depicting the puzzle on his face.

"Then how did you get up?" Han Fan pretended to be very surprised.

"Anyway...... Sima Yan stepped forward and hugged Han Fan, "Long time no see, brother." ”

Han Fan also raised his hand, patted Sima Yan's solid back, and didn't say anything, at this time, everything was silent.

"Anyway...... Let's go down the hill first. After a while, the two let go, and Han Fan ran down the mountain like ants on a hot pot.

"This guy, has he practiced well?" Sima Yan followed behind Han Fan, carefully sensed Han Fan's cultivation, pursed his lips, and thought to himself.

After Han Fan meditated and regained the power of writing, the two set out on the road together.

Sima Yan gave Han Fan a Bigu pill, and after Han Fan ate it, his hunger disappeared instantly, and even his stomach was a little full, Han Fan sighed for a while, and he always felt that he was not in the same cultivation world as Sima Yan.

Han Fan sensed Sima Yan for a while, and came to a conclusion with only two words: very strong!

On the contrary, in Sima Yan's induction, Han Fan's realm was a little lower than his entire realm, and he couldn't see any strengths and weaknesses in other aspects.

This is the role played by Han Fan's Junyu Jue, if it weren't for the fact that Sima Yan was at a high level in Han Fan's realm, and Sima Yan's cultivation technique was relatively special, the result of the induction might be the same as others, Han Fan was just a minor monk at the beginning of the second realm.

Because of his long-term cultivation of cultivators, Jun Yujue can wash away a lot of magazines, making cultivators look closer to returning to their roots.

For example, if you say that people who kill a lot of people are murderous, this murderous aura is not only released when they are angry, but they are usually subconsciously carried with some of it, which can be detected from the eyebrows and eyes and induction.

If he is a person who practices the method of domineering, his long-term offensive style will make him develop a domineering momentum, and this feeling may be revealed inadvertently.

In the world of cultivation, the word "potential" is mysterious, and it is closely related to all aspects of the practitioner, some potentials are generated because of the character of the other party, some potentials are generated because of the cultivation of the method, and some potentials are derived because of the cultivation of high potential.

Judging the strength of a person is usually a basic judgment by sensing the other person's potential.

However, Han Fan's cultivation of Jun Yujue did the opposite, Taoguang and obscure.

If there was no Jun Yujue, maybe in Sima Yan's induction, Han Fan was obviously there, but it was like standing in the distance, and if he went deeper, it would be like falling into a vast ocean, and there was still a little chill.

These are the potentials brought to him by Han Fan's Dao intent, but these potentials are all covered up by Jun Yujue, so in the perception of others, Han Fan will be so mediocre.

"Have you been practicing well lately?" asked Sima Yan inadvertently.

"Of course. Han Fan didn't think much about it, and replied casually.

Sima Yan's worrying personality was activated, and in his perception, Han Fan was obviously not practicing well, how many geniuses died or disappeared because of slackness and arrogance.

"Let's have a discussion. Sima Yan spoke.

"What are you doing? This is a small world, and there is danger!" Han Fan didn't understand Sima Yan's intentions, and guessed which tendon was wrong with this guy.

"What's the danger, there's not even a living species in this little world, okay, quick, let's have a fight. Sima Yan urged.

Han Fan shrugged, it seems that it is not possible to make two moves with this guy.

Standing in his position, Sima Yan couldn't wait to rush up, he wanted to defeat Han Fan quickly, and then persuaded him to cultivate seriously, he couldn't fish for three days and dry nets for two days, he had even thought of all the words.

"Bang~" Seeing Sima Yan's disbelievable eyes, he began to fly out into the distance after being one meter away from Han Fan.

The shoes rubbed against the ground, and Sima Yan stopped retreating and looked at Han Fan in surprise.

"There were two moments, but I was blind. Sima Yan said happily.

Han Fan looked at Sima Yan's smiling face and pursed his lips, it is rare to have a friend who can feel happy for you to become stronger.

When Sima Yan rushed up again and was beaten out by Han Fan, his eyes became a little unnatural, if the first time was a temptation, then the second time was already serious.

Sima Yan became serious, and it seemed that he wanted to treat Han Fan as a cultivator in the same realm.

Milky white flames filled his body, and Han Fan could feel a wave of heat emanating from a distance centered on Sima Yan.

Han Fan was also a little eager to try, to be honest, from the beginning of his cultivation to the present, it was the first time for him to fight at this level.

It's just that when Sima Yan rushed over for the third time, Han Fan's expression began to be serious, and the round shield gathered by the power of the emerald green text blocked in front of Han Fan, waiting for him.

Sima Yan stretched out his right hand as he ran, and the milky white flames condensed into a spear out of thin air, and Sima Yan held the gun in one hand and stabbed straight through.

Looking at it from Sima Yan's angle, an emerald green round shield covered Han Fan in front of him, revealing only his head above his lips.

As everyone knows, while condensing the round shield, Han Fan also launched a triple shadow, at this time, standing behind the round shield is a fake body, and the real body is squatting behind the fake body, because there is a round shield to cover it, Sima Yan did not find it.

When the spear stabbed at the distance of less than half a meter from the round shield, the real Han Fan flashed sideways, launched the Nine Elements World, and accelerated himself, while also pushing Sima Yan, making Sima Yan's offensive more fierce, but in this way, it also means that it is difficult to stop in time.

Han Fan stood beside Sima Yan, watching Sima Yan's shot pierce the round shield and pierce his fake body, Sima Yan also looked sideways at Han Fan who appeared next to him in shock, as if he hadn't figured out what was going on.

What moved Han Fan was that his writing power couldn't stop Sima Yan's milky white flame at all.

"Han Fan, over the years, you have become a lot stronger. Sima Yan sighed sincerely, and suddenly sniffled, "What kind of smell?"

Han Fen helplessly blew the hair that was burned by the fire on the side of his face, and a puff of green smoke was blown away, when Sima Yan passed by him just now, although Han Fen had already prepared to condense the power of words to protect his whole body, but Han Fen couldn't take care of the hair that was picked up by the wind.

Touching his still hot face, the temperature of this fire is no worse than the magma.