Since breaking through to the fourth order, Mo Fan's advantages over the same level have also begun to appear, not only his strong combat ability and true qi recovery ability, but also his strong self-healing ability, if ordinary people were so seriously injured by him, they would have already burped.

Mo Fan never thought that the so-called parents who had never seen him would save his life, to be precise, the ring left by his parents saved his life, Yan Qingshuang looked at the ring carved with a golden crow on his finger, and his cold expression finally became strange, some shocked, sad, angry, and a little puzzled.

Seeing that Yan Qingshuang personally healed Mo Fan's injuries, and did not hesitate to spend the very precious healing elixir "Hundred Flowers Jade Dew Pill", Leng Shuangyun was full of doubts and puzzlements, why did my aunt say and do differently, "Auntie, didn't you say that all men in the world deserve to die, why did you save this damn bastard, and waste such a precious pill!"

Looking at the innocent cold frost cloud, Yan Qingshuang's eyes were full of pity and love, and she replied with a smile: "Yun'er, do you see the ring and sword on his hand, they are all your parents' things, he may have something to do with your parents, so I have to save him, you also want to know where your parents are, we must know how to be flexible!"

"Oh! got it!" still had some grievances in the innocent cold frost cloud, and her aunt shook her head with a smile...

Mo Fan slowly opened his eyes, and the first thing that caught his eye was the pale green gauze tent, which was slightly cool in the dim evening with the cool breeze, and a string of wind chimes gently swayed and jingled in the wind. "Where is this?" he murmured in confusion, and sat up to take a wary look at the strange surroundings.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed carved by blazing fire jade, the bursts of heat penetrate the body and are exceptionally comfortable, and the bursts of fragrance wafting from nowhere have the effect of refreshing and refreshing people's hearts. The fragment of memory flashed through his heart, Mo Fan smiled helplessly, collected his mind and began to exercise his breath to regulate his injury, closed his eyes and quietly settled on other things.

After opening his eyes, another day passed silently, Mo Fan, who had recovered from his injuries, got up and looked at his place seriously, looking at the gazebo in front of him, he only had a bitter smile but only a bitter smile, "Hehe, is the man really so dirty, save me and throw me in the gazebo!"

I don't know how long I slept, Mo Fan, who was very quiet and vivid, began to wander around to watch the scenery, the breeze came slowly and the green silk was fluttering, it was the sunset that was infinite, he was in a good mood, and he was so excited that he chanted a poem that I don't know which poet wrote it.

The stone path is stained with smoke and shade, and the willow curtain is fragrant.

The east wind is soft where the green silk floats, and the green mountains still reflect the sun.

Mo Fan was interested in chanting a poem, but he didn't know that it disturbed the peace of the owner here, the female rakshasa Yan Qingshuang's delicate face was as cold as frost, and the upper and lower plain colors came with the wind, she unceremoniously scolded coldly, "far-fetched bullshit, shameless people pretending to be scum, it's disgusting!"

Looking at the silver threads fluttering in the wind in front of him, Mo Fan already knew that this was the person he was looking for, and he respectfully and carefully paid a respectful visit, "Strange Pavilion Mo Fan has seen his predecessors! Thank you for your life-saving grace!"

"Did I ask who you are, do you want to use the Strange Pavilion to suppress me?" Yan Qingshuang, who was as cold as frost, was not angry and arrogant, and looked at Mo Fan with a look full of unkindness, "Don't talk nonsense, I ask you to answer, if you dare to deceive half a point, I will tell you to live but not to die!"

Cold, cold to the bone, this is Mo Fan's only experience now, he knows everything he wants, and he has endless words. For the sake of his own life, he changed his hippie smile in the past, if he accidentally angered this female Rakshasa who swore to kill the men of the world, it would really be a tragedy, she would be able to poke a big hole in you when she launched madness.

"Where did you get the ring on your hand?"

"My father-in-law said it was left to me by my parents. ”

"Is there any news of your parents?"

"No, I'm still looking, do you know my parents?"

"Shut up, did I ask you questions? Who is your stepfather, and does he know any other clues?"

"I'm sorry, the younger generation's father-in-law is called Mo Xiaotian, a person from Yunzhou Mountain City, he said that my parents' maid entrusted me to him who couldn't speak and died, he has been looking for my parents all these years but has no clues, so he asked me to travel the world to find out on my own. ”

"Why did you break into my Qingshuang Realm and want to die, how did you get in?"

"The younger generation has something to ask for, and I want to borrow the dragon ball of the predecessor to use, and I haven't seen it for half a month on the snow mountain, and I was chased by a group of snow eagles and caused an avalanche, and I ended here inexplicably!"

"Hehe, interesting, it looks like you're really trying to find death!"

"Since the seniors saved me, they won't kill me, otherwise such a precious pill will be wasted!"

"Hmph, you're so daring, take out all the things your parents left for you and take a look!"

"Okay!"

Mo Fan said and immediately handed Yan Qingshuang the two broken exercises in the storage ring, a simple long sword with an unknown seal and a fire spirit bead, "Senior, the spar was used by me, the Chiyu Sword has disappeared, and the rest of the things are here!"

"Why didn't you practice the exercises your parents left you?" Yan Qingshuang stared at Mo Fan with scrutinizing eyes, her jade hand holding the sword was trembling unconsciously, and there was some sadness, anger and murderous intent in her fierce eyes.

Feeling her suppressed anger and killing intent, Mo Fanru couldn't help but feel numb in his scalp when he fell into the ice cave, and replied with a wry smile: "Senior, I now have exercises that are more suitable for me, and I don't have so much time to study other exercises, you should know more than me in the truth that there is not much refinement, not to mention that this exercise is still incomplete, I naturally don't like it, hehe!"

Although the exercises are incomplete, they are also heaven-level exercises, a hairy boy dares to say that he is not ashamed to say that he is not eye-catching, Yan Qingshuang was suddenly a little curious, she still said in a cold voice: "Hmph, stinky boy is so big, your weird fighting spirit is created by the suitable exercises you said! Let me see how extraordinary your exercises are!"

"Senior, I'm not calling this vindictive, but mixed true qi!"

Mo Fan replied stiffly, and then smiled to show how extraordinary his exercises were. The qi moves at will, and the pure mixed element true qi comes out through the palm, and then the qi yin and yang are reversed and the five elements are reversed, the five elements are reincarnated and returned to yin and yang, and the yin and yang and the mixed elements are one. In order to prove that he was not talking big, he pointed to the sword as the momentum changed, and it was a move to the sky, "a thousand blades are endless".

With Yan Qingshuang's dignified seventh-order mortal realm venerable's cultivation, she naturally saw at a glance how extraordinary Mo Fan's exercises were, watching Mo Fan show off his martial arts in front of her, she said with some displeasure: "Do you want to die, stinky boy in front of me, show off your humble cultivation, your trick is that dead slut's 'Thousand Blades Endless'!"

"The seniors have good eyesight, this is exactly the famous trick of the former Sword King, how dare the younger generation show off in front of you! Hehe, see the smile, did the predecessor of the Sword King offend the senior, I apologize to you for him, but the dead are great, your dead slut is really some, some... Huh!"

If the sword spirit Li Dashan was here, would he be moved by Mo Fan's words. Usually this kid is in a good mood and calls him Lao Li, and when he is in a bad mood, he calls him Xiao Lizi, and when he asks for something, he calls his predecessors, and he immediately turns his face and doesn't recognize people when he has no use value, and he is still called Xiao Lizi when he should be called Xiao Lizi.

"Shut up!"

Yan Qingshuang frowned coldly, stared at Mo Fan unhappily and said, "Bastard, it's not your turn to teach me how to speak, he calls himself the king of cheap, the king of cheap, what's wrong with me calling him a slut, do you have any opinions?"

The situation is stronger than people, Mo Fan had no choice but to echo, "What the predecessor said is extreme, hehe, reasonable, reasonable..."

"Shut up!"...

The sun faded, the twilight became thicker, and the atmosphere was a little awkward when it suddenly quieted down, and the two people with different thoughts stood there looking into the distance and fell into deep thought, not knowing what they were thinking.