There are ancient roads, but no one walks them. There was no cloud in the sky, and there was no trace of it.

Just look at a shocking white shadow, swooping into the nine heavens, under the green sun, towards the northern sky.

This huge white shadow is the big shadow of Jiang Fanling's pet white feather phoenix-tailed eagle. At this time, on the huge and broad back of Xiaobai, there were three figures standing in it.

These three people are Jiang Fan, Tian Xiaoyan and He Jinhuan.

As Tian He and the others were not cultivators, they naturally couldn't stand firm on this big bird, but with Jiang Fan's secret help, they could easily stand on Xiao Bai's back, facing the huge wind blowing in front of them without falling, and went straight with Xiao Bai for thousands of miles.

On top of this Xiaobai, Tian Xiaoyan and He Jinhuan were shocked. Just look at the ground below, and at this moment, you really have a glimpse of the mountains.

When the mountains and rivers are the bottom, we know the vastness of heaven and earth. Such a state of mind is really incomprehensible to ordinary people.

Looking at all this, He Jinhuan couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "This white eagle is really a god in the world." ”

Xiaobai can understand people's words, and when he heard him praise himself, he suddenly roared, looking extremely proud and proud. Seeing this, Jiang Fan glared at Xiao Bai helplessly, and warned him not to be too complacent, so as not to shock the two of them.

And He Jinhuan saw Xiaobai responding to the two of them, and suddenly there was a burst of surprise, and he smiled with Jiang Fan: "Brother Jiang, what is the name of this carving?"

Jiang Fan smiled and replied, "Take it and say white." ”

He Jinhuan was stunned and muttered, "Bai?

immediately cried and laughed, thinking that Jiang Fan's name was really concise enough. Such a mighty thing, is actually called Xiaobai?

Unlike He Jinhuan's secret pity, Tian Xiaoyan didn't have much advice on this name, at this moment she remembered that Jiang Fan once claimed to be a hermit in the northern mountain range, and after thinking about it now, she asked: "I don't know why Jiang Shaoxia came out of the mountain this time?"

When Jiang Fan heard this, he looked at her and said with a smile: "Traveling to the snow country in the north, visiting the frontiers in the south, he was born as a prodigal son, and he went without a purpose; ”

When the two heard this, they saw that he was dressed in white, his sleeves were clear, his posture was handsome and not weak, and his figure was graceful without losing his masculinity, and he was really a strange person in the world.

People say: Mo Shangren is like jade.

He said: The son is unparalleled in the world.

These two sentences are just finished on Jiang Fan's body, and they deserve it.

In the past, He Jinhuan boasted of being a famous family, and he was also a personable, handsome and dignified person, but now compared with this young man, he is ashamed.

He Jinhuan looked at Jiang Fan, with a look of respect in his eyes, and then said: "Brother Jiang is so free and easy, it really makes us and others who are restrained and incapable of getting out of the mundane very envious. ”

Jiang Fan laughed and said: "Where, everyone in the world has their own way of living, Brother He really doesn't have to envy me." ”

Tian Xiaoyan, who saw all this in his eyes, once again looked at the different young man, and there were some different colors in his eyes.

After He Jinhuan heard those words, he chewed repeatedly in his heart, and sure enough, he tasted endlessly, and secretly praised it.

Jiang Fan is right, everyone has their own different way of living, they don't envy others, they just need to find the life they want, and then be full of justice and work hard to live, it's enough.

Thinking about this, He Jinhuan suddenly felt that his mood suddenly broadened, and there was a clear color in front of him.

After that, the three of them went to the village where He Jinhuan was recuperating from his injuries and retrieved the white sword that belonged to him for him.

Only when they entered the small village, the sight of hell in front of them couldn't help but make the three of them frown.

After the white eagle fell, what Jiang Fan saw was a sea of fire spreading. In the midst of the fire, hundreds of severed limbs were left around, burning and roasting in the flames.

Walking here, the three of them can smell the smell of burnt barbecue, but this smell makes people extremely sick and nauseous.

Tian Xiaoyan's eyes looked at all this with a little moistness, and the anger in his heart was almost uncontrollable. She saw the Han people on those corpses, and there were also traces of the Beirong people.

But now these people, without exception, men, women, young and old, have been brutally murdered here.

Even in the midst of the flames, she could faintly see some young girls, naked and miserable lying on the ground, gradually engulfed by the flames.

Those little girls are just cardamom flowers, why can those beasts also do it?

The anger in Tian Xiaoyan's heart is accumulating, and for some reason, seeing such a tragic situation in the world, a hatred in her heart is also brewing.

Seeing her like this, Jiang Fan sighed a little in his heart, but he didn't try to persuade him, just because he looked at all this, and his heart was full of murderous intent for the inhumane Beirong bandits.

Unlike Tian Xiaoyan, He Jinhuan seems to be used to seeing such a scene, so he looks much better. He frowned and walked around the flames, and went to a huge earth rock in the distance, bent over the ground to dig something, and in a few moments he took out a handful of long objects wrapped in black cloth.

After returning to Jiang Fan and the others, He Jinhuan removed the black cloth, and what appeared was a long sword with a white body.

The sword was white all over, even the scabbard. Jiang Fan looked at it and felt that although this sword did not have the blessing of the cultivator's aura, it was also illuminated by cold light, and it was extremely sharp.

He also noticed that on the blade of the white sword, a small text was engraved:

Like the wind, the rain and the smoke, the sword rises and falls, and the sword scares the dust.

"Sure enough, it's a good sword. ”

The boy praised from the bottom of his heart.

He Jinhuan heard this, and said with a smile: "This sword is the heirloom of Xiaosheng's family, Baofeng, which has a history of eight hundred years, but I didn't expect that now, it can also be praised by such strange people as Brother Jiang." ”

At this time, Tian Xiaoyan's face suddenly turned pale, and he said a little coldly: "Let's go." ”

Seeing this, the two of them knew that she was sad because of this hell scene, so they didn't speak, and walked with her towards the little white.

After Xiaobai took off again, He Jinhuan thought about it, and still persuaded Tian Xiaoyan: "Miss Tian must not be too sad, I will go here to eliminate harm for the people, and avenge those who died tragically at the hands of animals, but if you can't control your mentality and deal with it in your heyday, it will increase a lot of danger." ”

Tian Xiaoyan's body shook, so he glanced at him silently, and after a moment of silence, he nodded and said, "What you said is true, but you can rest assured that I, Tian Xiaoyan, will never drag you down." ”

When He Jinhuan heard this, he couldn't help but be stunned for a while, so he said eagerly: "Miss Tian misunderstood, Xiaosheng didn't mean this, just ......."

"Needless to say, I get it. ”

Before he finished speaking, he was stopped by Tian Xiaoyan.

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