Tianwu Continent, a world of cultivators.

The story begins in a small mountain village:

The sunset is red, and a broken flag reads "Count the destiny of heaven".

The fortune teller pulled a young man in white clothes and black pants, and insisted on telling him his fortune: "Young man, I think your life is very bad." ”

"Or do you say something I don't know?" the boy laughed on the spot, it's not good, I know.

If my fate was good, I would have ended up in the current situation, and I would not be able to return to my home.

When the fortune teller heard this, he was dumbfounded on the spot, shouldn't you ask me how I saw it, why didn't I play cards according to the routine?

"Looks like I've got to show some real skills!" said the fortune teller, putting his hand into his rag bag and looking for a moment.

Bang, a few antique copper coins, an old turtle shell, fell on the table.

"Something!" the young man's eyes lit up, this was a bit of an 'old fairy' posture, maybe he could really calculate something.

Looking at the young man's shining eyes, the fortune teller finally regained some sense of accomplishment, and he said confidently: "Say, what do you want to count?"

Come on, come on, finally it's my turn to perform, the fortune teller thought, no matter what the boy wants to count, let's talk a lot about bluffing him first, and then find the field.

However, for a while, the boy did not respond.

At this time, his eyes lit up, and his attention was on the sow in the distance.

"What's the matter with this young man?" the fortune teller suddenly felt a little sad: Am I not as good as a sow after I have calculated my destiny?

Yes, it's not comparable.

The boy rushed over like a gust of wind, leaving a faint word: "That sow is too tempting, wait for me for a while, just a while." ”

"Let go of the sow, and let me come!" the young man scurried over, and his loud roar alarmed the whole small village.

The villagers looked at the boy one after another, and at a glance, the expressions of all the villagers became strange.

"What kind of expression is this Nima, like a pervert seeing a peerless beauty..."

In full view of everyone, the boy rushed to the ground and threw the sow to the ground.

The next second, as the villagers expected, the boy took out a frying pan and beat the sow to death.

"Hey, the world is declining, and morality is declining!"

There, the sow let out a scream and died.

The young man stood up with a satisfied face, and inserted the pan in his hand back into his waist: "Butcher Zhang, although I helped you slaughter this sow, you don't have to be too moved, just say thank you." ”

The villagers have black lines on their faces, who wants to thank you?

"Chen Fan, this scourge, whenever someone in the village wants to slaughter livestock, he will appear out of nowhere and take the lead in attacking. ”

"The question is, who has ever seen a chicken and goose slaughtered in a frying pan?"

The villagers were very helpless and began to talk about it.

"I don't know why he always likes to shoot flat animals. ”

It is an unsolved mystery that has almost become a knot in the hearts of the villagers, and it has always been entangled in their hearts.

While the villagers were still talking, an old man with white hair came out, he was the village chief here, known as the old village chief.

"It's a world that only talks about strength, and killing and being killed happens all the time. ”

"With Chen Fan's strength, he can slaughter us all. ”

"However, he never bullied us, he wouldn't even touch the animals we raised, but when we wanted to slaughter them, he came out, well, came out to help. ”

The word help sounds, why is it so awkward?

"They're all gone! Since he came to our village, who of you has ever seen robbers and bandits dare to come to this area?"

"Without him, where would we have a stable life now?"

The old village chief's words were reasonable, and the villagers remembered the incident half a year ago, if it wasn't for Chen Fan's presence, the consequences would be really unimaginable.

It was a sunny morning, and a large number of robbers came to the village, and they robbed them without asking the reason.

The villagers were angry, hateful, and more helpless.

Watching his daughter, wife, and even his mother be taken away.

And as a man, they can't wait to step forward and fight hard, but in the face of powerful force, they can't even stand on their feet, and they can only be pressed by their shoulders and kneeled on the ground.

At that time, they were willing to give everything, even their lives, just to have someone save their wives and daughters.

They prayed to God and Buddha in their hearts, and even the devil prayed, but it was useless.

Suddenly, there was a voice in the distance: "I'll wipe it, there are a lot of bandits." ”

It was a young man, dressed in animal skins, full of holes, and that's it, looking at him covered in dust, his hair was knotted, no matter how you looked at it, he was a vagabond, and his body was not particularly strong, and his face was a little sallow.

I really don't understand where he got the courage, and instead of running away, he rushed towards the robbers.

But, in the next second, the villagers were all dumbfounded.

The boy was like a god of war descending into the world, and everywhere he passed, there was no match, and the robbers were all beaten and screamed and flew upside down.

That's called a spectacular!

"Uncle, I only kill animals and don't kill people, but if people don't live as well as animals, I have to ask you to rest in peace. ”

The boy said, all the way forward.

Everywhere he passed, both horses and robbers were killed in one move.

The god-like figure of the god of war makes people worship.

In less than ten minutes, the robbers were all destroyed!

"I am destroying you on behalf of the moon, this pot is carried by the moon, you want to take revenge, don't look for me, go to the moon. ”

Chen Fan put away the pan as he spoke, and then turned around.

At this glance, Chen Fan found that the villagers were all looking at him, with endless gratitude in their eyes.

It was at this time that the villagers discovered that although the image of the boy was a little, well, a little unsightly, if it was cleaned up, it should be pretty good, and it would never be buried in the vast number of beings.

With a wry smile, Chen Fan suddenly covered his chest with one hand, put the other hand on his thigh, took a few steps back timidly, and said funny: "That, although I am very handsome, I want to say that we are not suitable, don't beat my idea!"

"Stinky and shameless!" the villagers choked.

In this way, Chen Fan lived in this village, and then the 'bold words' like letting go of the pig and the chicken would always sound in this village, and the villagers suffered from it, and the pan almost became their magic barrier.

The wind is still uninhibited, and the broken flag of "counting the destiny of heaven" is still hunting.

The young man's name is Chen Fan, sixteen or seventeen years old, dressed plainly and cleanly, with a unique temperament, he calmly returned to the words 'calculate the destiny of heaven': "Come, fortune teller, let's continue." ”

"You, what are you going to count?" the fortune teller is a little flustered right now, your frying pan is scary, okay?

After Chen Fan heard this, a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes, and he answered: "Calculate for me, when will I be able to return home." ”

"Isn't this your home?" the fortune teller wasn't from this village, he just happened to pass by this mountain village.

"Aren't you a fortune teller, do it yourself!" Chen Fan snorted, and a family word reminded him of his life experience.

As a child who grew up under the red flag, I have traveled into this world for several years, and I don't know how my parents are doing now.

But it's really unlucky, it's not just that the amount of alcohol is poor, two glasses will get drunk, and a corpse can be crossed, someone must be making a ghost.

Let me know who's doing the trick, and if I don't cut his JJ, I'll cut my own JJ!

This poisonous oath is quite chic.

At that time, I woke up and found myself soaked in a pool of 'milk', which carried a fairy aura, peace, tranquility, and comfort.

Incredibly, it rejuvenated me, turned my body into a baby, and then grew to the appearance of seven or eight years old.

"Who did it, come out for me, see if I don't kill you!"

At that time, no one responded to the shouting for a long time, and there was not even a single movement.

"It looks like it's an 'empty city'. ”

Then, start exploring everything there.

Eventually, I found that it was like a palace complex, but the doors were locked, and there wasn't much to get into, just the backyard kitchen.

In the kitchen, everything is available, everything to eat and drink, and the dishes cooked in the pot make people feel as if they are in a hurry.

After that, I found myself trapped, I couldn't get out of this palace complex, and I was trapped for two years.

In the end, I couldn't stand the empty city, so I kept smashing the back door of the palace complex with the guy in the kitchen, almost destroying everything, and in desperation, I picked up a pan from the kitchen and slapped it at the door.

"It's still a frying pan, and those doors that can't be handled by knives, forks and spoons can be opened by it. ”

Walking out the door, I stepped into the air, and then I felt like the sky was spinning and fainting.

When I woke up again, I was in a valley, with no one and no beasts, only a frying pan, and I depended on each other for my life.

At that time, I was only ten years old.

Who can imagine what it is like for a ten-year-old body to survive alone in the barren mountains and mountains for five or six years?

It's hard anyway, but it's also very inspiring, all because:

It's a magical world, and the wilderness is full of all kinds of monsters.

I'm always in danger of my life, they breathe fire, they discharge, they are powerful, they are all very dangerous masters.

Fortunately, after being soaked in the 'immortal liquid', the body is like a treasure, with endless potential, plus there is a flat bottom, although he has experienced countless life and death wanderings, he has finally stumbled through and survived until now.

In a blink of an eye, it was several years, fighting in the mountains and forests, and I was killed as a child to a teenager again.

The following year was a little easier, after all, I also practiced my own skills.

I lived like that until I stumbled upon a group of bandits and a village.

After a short memory, Chen Fan looked at the fortune teller with a suspicious expression: "Have you calculated it, say it quickly, you won't be a magic stick, right?"

The broken flag was still ringing, and the fortune teller said in surprise:

"I really can't figure it out, but it's more interesting, isn't your home in this world?"