"Rustle~"

Zhang Fan stepped out of the body of the wild bull and stepped on the land of Kurong Island for the first time.

There are no tidal flats and sandy land on this island, and every piece of land is either trees or grasslands, and it seems that it is full of life, and even the salt of the sea cannot resist it.

At Zhang Fan's feet, there is such a grassland, the green waves seen in the distance a moment ago are gone, and a piece of yellow and clear, like a bumper harvest of rice.

At the feet of him and the bull, the grass that had been tough and vigorous not only turned yellow, but also became fragile, and under their feet, the light ones broke off, and the heavy ones turned into powder and dispersed with the wind.

As they progressed, the sound of "rustling" was endless.

"What a withering monsoon!"

Arriving at the edge of the grassland, at the beginning of the dense forest, the roar of the sea could no longer be heard in his ears, Zhang Fan raised his hand and caught a falling withered yellow leaf.

With a slight crush, the fallen leaves, which were still intact and had distinct veins in the previous moment, instantly turned into powder particles and slipped from the cracks of their fingers.

No life!

The truly natural autumn gloom cannot reach this point, the horror of stripping away all vitality.

"Brute Bull, is there any pattern in this withered monsoon?"

Zhang Fan didn't look back, and asked in a deep voice.

Although he had just come into contact with it, he was deeply impressed by the Kurong monsoon, which at best was the power of nature, and at worst, it was someone hiding somewhere on Kurong Island, who had mastered the terrifying power between life and death.

The former is just that, and the latter's words are afraid that Zhang Fan, the ancestor of Kurong, will have to be reestimated.

"There is no pattern!"

The brute bull shook his head and replied in a sullen voice, "The dry monsoon is very frequent, at least once a month, and at most seven times a day. ”

"I heard ......"

The brute bull suddenly hesitated, and stopped talking.

Ever since he set foot on Kurong Island, he had felt a little wrong, as if he was afraid of something, he looked at it carefully, and shrank his body behind Zhang Fan from time to time, regardless of how Zhang Fan could cover his huge body.

"Something to say. ”

Zhang Fan said impatiently, sighing secretly in his heart.

He knew very well in his heart that this was under the power of Kurong Ancestor, and the brute bull was taken away from his courage first, and the others were just fine, if he wanted him to make a move on Kurong Ancestor, he could exert half of his strength, even if God didn't have a long eye.

Zhang Fan did not mean to reprimand on this point, judging from the tragedy of their group, it is not easy for the brute bull to rise up and resist, and it is difficult for a strong man to force it, which is not interesting.

"Legend among the elders that the withering monsoon is the mood of the withering ancestor, when the mood is good, it is the wind of life, and when the mood is bad, it is the wind of death. ”

"The withering glory on the island changes with the mood of the ancestor. ”

Speaking of the back, Manniu's voice didn't feel lowered, and he looked like he had palpitations, even he didn't notice it, an old tree spirit outside, and after he really set foot on Kurong Island, he subconsciously called him "Old Ancestor".

"With the change of mood?!"

The corners of Zhang Fan's mouth twitched, and his disdain was revealed.

In his opinion, the Kurong Ancestor may have something in his hands, and with something, he may be able to affect the existence of the Kurong Monsoon, but if he relies on his own strength to generate this change that is not inferior to the power of heaven out of thin air, Zhang Fan will never believe it.

"Do you think you're a land true immortal? As your mood changes, you breathe so much!"

Zhang Fan sneered, and understood in his heart that what this so-called elder said, the ** of the Ten is the rumor released by the Kurong Ancestor, and the intention is nothing more than to increase the sense of mystery and fear, so that people dare not resist.

"It's just a little trick!"

Seeing him like this, the brute bull suddenly calmed down for some reason, and once again deeply felt the benefits of being a mount.

After reciting a few words of ancestral precepts silently in his heart, his demeanor suddenly flew vividly, the bull's head was held high, and he gestured into the distance, and said, "Master, that is the old man Kurong...... Where the old dryads are. ”

"Changchun Valley!"

The place that the bull pointed to had noticed before he set foot on Kurong Island.

It does not change with the withered monsoon, but is always shrouded in a mist, whether it is surrounded by green or withered yellow, it is very eye-catching.

The fog that shrouded a radius of dozens of miles was not static, but like breathing, constantly contracting, expanding, expanding and endless, shrinking at the edge of the valley, but seeing the bluestone, I didn't see the situation.

After observing for a while, Zhang Fan was about to take a step and walked in the direction of Changchun Valley, when a sudden change occurred.

Somewhere in the dense forest ahead, an explosion burst out, and then the strong wind dispersed, centering on a certain point, instantly bulldozing trees in a radius of hundreds of feet.

Suddenly, a round clearing suddenly appeared like a scar in the dense forest.

"Boom Boom~~"

The roar kept approaching, and countless traces of trees falling like radiation, and new scars in the dense forest appeared in front of Zhang Fan's eyes.

Zhang Fan listened to the footsteps, leaned on the bull's body with great interest, and waited for those people to come closer.

Although he had never seen it with his own eyes, at this moment, as his divine consciousness swept through, the situation in the distance was roughly sketched in his mind.

What caused this scene was nothing more than a chase, one person fled, and everyone chased.

The man who fled was obviously not weak, and most of the people who had caused radiant scars in the dense forest were corpses, and a moment ago, they had been blocked in front of the fleeer.

"He is ruthless and simple, without dragging his feet, and he is a talent. ”

Zhang Fan secretly praised, but as for the old-fashioned atmosphere naturally revealed in his tone, he didn't notice it at all.

He has that qualification.

As soon as his divine sense was swept away, he knew in his heart that no matter which side he chased, he was just a junior with the strength of the Dan and a solid knot, and his evaluation like this was not a big one.

Once upon a time, the life-and-death struggle at the level of Jiedan, in his eyes, was just child's play, and he didn't attract much interest at all, if he didn't want to take the opportunity to see the situation on the island, he didn't even want to raise his eyelids.

After a while, neither the chasing party was aware of Zhang Fan's existence, and they quickly approached.

At this moment, Zhang Fan suddenly let out a light "huh" in his mouth, and suddenly straightened up.

At that moment, no less than six or seven of the pursuers fell to the ground and died at the same time, almost in no different order.

This hand, created by a monk of the same rank, is amazing.

However, what made Zhang Fan's indifferent attitude suddenly disappear was not this strength, when he was married, he was already competing with Yuanying Zhenren, so he naturally didn't take the other party's performance in his eyes.

What made him care was that at that moment, the breath burst out.

"Faxiang!"

Zhang Fan's expression suddenly became solemn.

With his identity as the real person of the Yuan Ying of the Law Xiang Sect, the experience of Zhou Tian Xingchen Diagram, the first time, he judged that the aura that erupted came from the Law Phase.

"How can there be a Faxiang Sect disciple on Kurong Island?"

As soon as this question appeared, he couldn't sit still, how to say that he was also a master of the Faxiang Sect, and it would be too much to sit back and watch the disciples die in front of him.

In an instant, as soon as he changed his attitude of letting himself go, his divine consciousness burst out, sweeping for miles in a radius, as if he wanted to penetrate everything, and brought the chasing and fleeing sides into his control.

"Huh?"

"It's him!"

Zhang Fan's expression froze suddenly, and a different color appeared on his face.

The change in him was so obvious that the bull beside him noticed it, and the bull's eyes were full of surprise.

He didn't think there was anything nice about a few monks who were in the house, but the brute bull who adhered to the rules of the mount still didn't say a word, and in a fit of boredom, he honestly squatted aside.

Zhang Fan didn't have time to care about him, shook his head and smiled, and said to himself: "It's an old man again, this world is really small!"

"What is small, the old cow thinks it is so big!"

The bull rolled his eyes, and the words in his heart naturally didn't dare to come out, and he was boredly gnawing on the withered yellow grass in front of him, full of tastelessness.

At this time, with a "boom", the earth and rocks flew one after another, the broken wood exploded, and the dense forest in front of Zhang Fan and the wild bull was instantly shattered by a powerful force, and a young man in Tsing Yi rushed out of it.

Behind him, several monks dressed in withered yellow clothes fell to the sky, as if all their strength had been drained in an instant, and all their support had been lost.

At the same time, several green rays of light emerged from their bodies, like tired birds returning to the forest, and fell on the man in Tsing Yi who jumped out first.

"Sure enough, it's him!"

Zhang Fan's face suddenly appeared with a smile of remembrance, at this moment, time seemed to go back to more than a hundred years ago, the turning point of his life, the most emotional scene.

The shattered earth, rocks and sawdust, under the action of great force, were like countless daggers and arrows, and at this moment they were overwhelming, and they were about to be drowned.

In this regard, Zhang Fan was unconscious, but the wild bull stared at the bull's eyes obediently, and an invisible barrier suddenly appeared, stopping everything.

This is not a supernatural power, but an absolute suppression of strength, which cannot be violated by those who are inferior.

This was also noticed by the man in Tsing Yi, who was shocked and stopped suddenly.

The yellow-clothed people who chased and killed behind him didn't notice this, no less than dozens of people, swarming out, and the first old man had all his hair and roared: "Old Devil Han, you are dead, I won't kill you today, the old man is ashamed of his junior brother's spirit in the sky!"

Behind him, those yellow-clothed people also shouted and cursed, and at the same time, dozens of magic weapons floated into the air, and the next moment they were about to turn into a raging storm and tear everything apart.

At this time, the man in Tsing Yi was stunned, looking at Zhang Fan blankly, his eyes were full of complexity.

"Senior Brother Han, I haven't seen you for many years, don't come to harm?"

Zhang Fan also turned a blind eye to those yellow-clothed people and smiled slightly.

(To be continued)