With mixed thoughts, Long Fengxuan slowly walked towards the second layer of stone stairs, unlike the first layer, Long Fengxuan, who was originally mentally prepared, walked up very easily.

"How is this possible?" Long Fengxuan walked several steps in a row, all of them were easy, just like an ordinary step, but Long Fengxuan himself obviously looked at Shi Yan and Leng Han Ruo with a lot of strength to go up?

Long Fengxuan was puzzled for a while, and continued to walk with many doubts, and suddenly there was a scene in front of him that made him yearn for it very much, and a shadow that he had dreamed of appearing on the fairy road, looking at him with a smile.

"Grandpa Long Zhan, is this an illusion?" Long Fengxuan opened his mouth wide, the figure in front of him was so familiar, the figure in his dream was so similar, the hunchback of the coarse cloth short clothes was trying to prop up, and before he knew it, Long Fengxuan had burst into tears.

Long Zhan's figure appeared in front of him like this, looking at him kindly, Long Fengxuan choked and couldn't say anything, he was afraid that as soon as he opened his mouth, Long Zhan's grandfather would disappear, so the two figures looked at each other, and Long Fengxuan's tears crossed his cheeks and fell on the fairy road.

After a long time, Long Zhan's figure still disappeared, and with a kind smile, it slowly turned into nothingness, and remained in the depths of Long Fengxuan's mind and memory forever.

"If this is an illusion, please let me fall into it for a long time......" Long Fengxuan looked at the immortal road that had not changed in the slightest, closed his eyes sadly, and tears overflowed uncontrollably.

The appearance of Long Zhan aroused Long Fengxuan's thoughts, looking back on that quiet time, the small village of Longjiazhuang, a small village that has initially separated from the tribal life, that kind of warm scene, full of Long Fengxuan's eyes, closed his eyes and was familiar as if it happened yesterday.

"Is it an illusion after all?" Long Fengxuan let the tears drip and muttered to himself, his sad expression filled his heart for a while, and the painful Long Fengxuan raised his head and shouted.

"Why, I can't even protect my dearest, why ......" Long Fengxuan has always suppressed these things in his heart, and has never said it to anyone, he firmly believes in the words of his father-in-law Uncle Yun, any experience of suffering is the driving force for future progress, and the most valuable wealth on the path of cultivation.

But today Long Fengxuan finally couldn't suppress it, Long Zhan's figure appeared in front of him, it was the last straw that broke the camel's back, Long Fengxuan finally collapsed, no matter how he said he was just a fifteen-year-old child....

"Fusheng, what's wrong with this disciple of yours, something is not quite right!" Within the Immortal Sword Valley, Zuo Ziyang was the first to notice Long Fengxuan's abnormality, and Long Fengxuan had stagnated since just now.

Zuo Ziyang's words attracted the attention of the other masters, and they all looked at the picture in front of them, and the sword-wielding dragon Feng Xuan was looking up to the sky with tears on his face, his breath was disordered, and he could fall into madness at any time.

Zuo Ziyang's worry is very necessary, before Long Fengxuan awakened the power of blood, who knows if he will awaken again at this moment, the power of bloodshed at the beginning is not the same as now, when Jian Fusheng included Long Fengxuan under the door not only to accept apprentices, but also to protect him, to give everyone in the cultivation realm a signal, Long Fengxuan has a sword floating to protect behind.

Listening to Zuo Ziyang's reminder, Jian Fusheng was silent, to be honest, he didn't have any thoughts about the anomaly of zero risk, but an inexplicable idea appeared in Jian Fusheng's heart, Long Fengxuan was breaking through the realm.

"The disciples of this sect have their own worries, even if it happens, if all the people present are the masters of the Holy Land, are you afraid that you won't be able to take a disciple?"

On the immortal road, Long Fengxuan's breath began to emanate, Shi Yan and Leng Hanruo were not far away, and they felt Long Fengxuan's breath in an instant, and the two of them smiled in their hearts at the moment, the more disordered Long Fengxuan's starting salary is, the lower the strength, and the competition for the Ten Thousand Swords Festival is that the lower the strength of other holy lands, the better.

At this moment, Long Fengxuan was extremely uncomfortable, looking at the sky with grief and indignation, letting the tears fall to the ground with tears across his cheeks, and the true yuan in his body automatically started to operate without noticing.

The people of Immortal Sword Valley then saw it, they were stunned by the scene, the four Dao Yuan Dan in Long Fengxuan's body moved together, the four-color true yuan slowly condensed and formed, and a huge Taiji phantom gradually condensed and formed, rising from his body and converging on the top of Long Fengxuan's head. Just like the appearance of Long Fengxuan when he broke away from the one-yuan heavy water that day, but no one saw it at the beginning.

"Four Dao Yuan Dan?" Heavenly Dragon Palace Palace Master Long Wuyong was the first to jump up and roared loudly. new world

"Do today's disciples still have the ability to condense four Yuan Dans? If I remember correctly, the Fusheng junior brother was only three Yuan Dan back then, right?" Zuo Ziyang was also a little stunned for a while, and looked at Jian Fusheng.

"This is not surprising, because my disciple is the body of the five spirits, and when he condensed the Yuan Dan, he only condensed a few more!"

"I see!" The five spirit body is recognized as a waste physique, if you can condense the Yuan Dan, this phenomenon can indeed occur, but the difficulty is that all the people here are cultivators, and they all understand it, although Zuo Ziyang doubts how Jian Fusheng can accept a disciple with a waste physique, but Jian Fusheng obviously said something like this.

"Master Mingjian, the body of the five spirits has such a cultivation, and the master has a good eye!" Among the people, only Li Qinhan, who has the lowest seniority, recognized this disciple as a disciple of the Sword Soul Sect earlier, Li Qinhan understood everything, and now this foundation is Yun Xiaoqi at the beginning, but now it has reached the late stage of Jindan, if at the beginning, alas, Li Qinhan couldn't help but sigh secretly.

The other masters only woke up at this time, yes, an ordinary body of five spirits can actually reach the late stage of Jindan, and the hardships paid in it, this son is definitely a person with great perseverance and great opportunity.

Long Fengxuan didn't know anything about the thoughts of everyone in the Immortal Sword Valley, and Long Fengxuan didn't notice it at all, and the huge four-color Taiji phantom under his unconsciousness slowly condensed and formed, like a mirror, reflecting his past.

The child in the picture changed from Long Xiaotian to Yun Xiaoqi at the beginning, and in the later Long Fengxuan, there was a fatal danger happening all the time.

The child's Long Xiaotian, the youthful Yun Xiaoqi, and then the young Long Fengxuan, only Long Fengxuan himself knows the hardships, how many days and nights, hatred has been emerging in the depths of his heart, and it can be said that hatred is not an exaggeration to support him to live until now.

Of course, the picture of the Tai Chi phantom manifestation of the resort was not visible to the masters, in their eyes, Long Fengxuan's four-colored huge Tai Chi phantom condensed, and Long Fengxuan fell into contemplation and did not move.

As everyone knows, Long Fengxuan saw Long Zhan again in the picture of the Taiji phantom at this moment, and he still had a smiling look, but it was much more real.

"Grandpa Long Zhan!" Long Fengxuan couldn't help but call.

The dragon battle in the picture seemed to hear Long Fengxuan's call, and slowly turned around.

"Child, I'm sorry for you!" The dragon battle in the picture is like a real dragon battle, habitually stretching out his rough hand, but he can't touch the top of Long Fengxuan's head.

Long Fengxuan closed his eyes, lowered his forehead, and was in a position that the dragon battle phantom could touch, and tears fell to the ground in big drops.

In the end, Long Zhan couldn't touch the top of Long Fengxuan's head, he was just a phantom, but looking at Long Fengxuan's movements, Lao Tzu was also in tears for a while.

"Xiaotian, don't be sad, the road ahead is still very long, you have to be strong and deal with all kinds of strong enemies on the road, the old man has lived enough, and it is time to leave, don't be sad!" Long Zhan lost the old tears in the corners of his eyes and laughed.

"Hmm......" Long Fengxuan nodded happily, whatever Long Zhan said, Long Fengxuan could do it.

"Child, you were in a tsunami at that time, many things can't be told to you, too much is involved, forgive the old man's selfishness, the old man believes in the way of heaven, and expects you to enter this chess game in the future, be a chess player, control your own destiny, don't be at the mercy of anyone, don't resent the old man!" Long Zhan said slowly.

"Xiao Tian has never resented grandpa, my mission has been doomed since birth, and I can't escape!" Long Feng Xuanlian shook his head.