"Hoo !!"

In the room, Fan Xiaodong let out a long breath.

He waved his hand and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead.

However, although Fan Xiaodong's face was extremely pale at this time, it was undeniable that Fan Xiaodong's face still revealed a smile at this time.

And his dark eyes were beating with light.

It can be seen that Fan Xiaodong succeeded.

The Cold Flame Soul Melting Fruit has been thoroughly refined into her divine soul.

Fan Xiaodong could feel at this time that around his divine soul, it was as if a layer of light had appeared out of thin air.

It was as if Fan Xiaodong's soul was completely wrapped.

But it has no effect on Fan Xiaodong's soul.

In normal times, it can be assumed that this thing does not exist.

As long as the evil thing invades, or encounters a powerful divine sense attack, that layer of light can appear and help Fan Xiaodong block this blow.

Refining this Cold Flame Soul Melting Fruit, Fan Xiaodong can be regarded as suffering a lot.

The five organs are like burning.

That kind of inhuman torture can be regarded as Fan Xiaodong trying it again.

"Wow, what's going on? Lao Tzu won't be a little white face, right? Lao Tzu doesn't want to be a little white face!"

Suddenly, Fan Xiaodong was surprised.

His eyes were fixed on the back of his hand.

At this time, Fan Xiaodong's arm seemed to be like a newborn child, so fresh and tender, and very white.

Fan Xiaodong quickly investigated, the juniors and faces Fan Xiaodong didn't know what to say, Fan Xiaodong looked at other places, and indeed found that they were all as white as children.

When I saw this, I suddenly felt speechless.

After rummaging through the storage ring, Fan Xiaodong found a bronze mirror.

This mirror, I don't know whose storage bag Fan Xiaodong found it, and then Fan Xiaodong received the storage ring.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Fan Xiaodong was completely speechless.

"Bang !!"

The bronze mirror was thrown aside by Fan Xiaodong.

Fan Xiaodong's face instantly turned bitter melon color.

"It's over, it's completely white now!" Fan Xiaodong frowned, and said secretly in his heart.

It turned out that through Fan Xiaodong's refining of the Cold Flame Soul Melting Fruit, a large amount of water in the body was volatilized, and Fan Xiaodong was like a snake shedding its skin, and his flesh skin fell to the ground.

The outside is gone, and the inside is naturally very white.

Speechless.

Wave away these thoughts.

Fan Xiaodong left the room.

At this time, the three brothers of the Wei family were still in retreat.

Fan Xiaodong didn't bother them, but went out to eat a big meal, and then walked around the city.

Somehow, Fan Xiaodong didn't have the heart to cultivate today.

He just wants to take a good walk and relax.

Walk on the bustling streets.

Fan Xiaodong suddenly recalled what happened back then.

Fan Xiaodong was just a frail guy at the time, and he was born with a weak and sickly body, and he was born unable to practice martial arts.

But what?

Creation makes people happen, so that they unknowingly step into the state of cultivation.

Subsequently, all the roads he walked were as if someone was constantly guiding Fan Xiaodong.

Fan Xiaodong seemed to feel that he had been trapped in a transcendent place all along, and he had been struggling all the time.

And if you're not careful, you can fall into the Nine Secluded Lands.

However, for the sake of his family and his woman, Fan Xiaodong had to practice desperately.

All along, Fan Xiaodong felt that there was a shackle above his soul, and the shackle was very heavy, which made Fan Xiaodong a little breathless.

Fan Xiaodong felt that he was a casual person, but everything was not for Fan Xiaodong to be so casual.

"There is nothing that comes into being, and there is nothing that returns. This is the beginning and end of everything and the ultimate basis for changes in motion. There is nothing else, there is nothing and there is. Nothing comes into being, it is the absence of movement and existence, that is, the existence of non-nature. ”

Suddenly, as he was walking, Fan Xiaodong felt a voice ringing in his mind.

"Who, who? Who's talking?" Fan Xiaodong's consciousness moved, and he kept probing the surroundings, but he didn't find anything.

"Yin and Yang are limited and unbalanced, and Yang gives Yin and is born of positive and negative due to imbalance. Rotations that produce positive and negative are still virtuous and natural. ”

Just when Fan Xiaodong's nerves relaxed, another voice sounded in Fan Xiaodong's mind.

"Who the hell is it, stand up for me!" Fan Xiaodong said a bang in his mind, and the voice was said by Fan Xiaodong himself.

Fan Xiaodong knew that the voice was in his head, and if he spoke in his divine sense, that person was likely to be able to hear it.

"Ha Luha, young man, I see that you have been standing there, why don't you come and drink a sip of tofu brain! My tofu brain only sells a hundred bowls a day, today you and I have a fate, this is the last night, I will give it to you!"

Just when Fan Xiaodong was standing in place, stunned, another voice came from Fan Xiaodong's right side.

Follow the sound and look over there.

There was an old man over there, the sparse hairs on his head were already gray, and in front of the old man, there were several tables, chairs and benches, and the old man was still holding a bowl in his hand at this time, and inside the bowl was a bowl of steaming tofu brain.

"Thank you!" Fan Xiaodong was also polite, walked over, took the bowl, and sat up.

There was also a spoon in it that night, and when he picked up the spoon, Fan Xiaodong took a spoonful and sent it to his mouth.

Put it in your mouth and chew it gently, it was sweet and delicious, tender and smooth, and when her throat squirmed, she was swallowed by Fan Xiaodong.

A cool feeling arose, and Fan Xiaodong actually felt that there was a trace of energy in the tofu brain.

With a few gulps, Fan Xiaodong actually felt that the feeling of depression in his body before had completely disappeared.

In its place, there is a sense of spiritual sublimation.

A natural, casual feeling was enveloped in Fan Xiaodong's mind.

On the other side, seeing the change in Fan Xiaodong, the old man actually smiled, and nodded slightly.

"Boss, give me another bowl of tofu brain!" After dividing five by two, Fan Xiaodong gave a big bowl of tofu brain and devoured it.

As soon as he finished eating, he said to the old man.

"Young man, my tofu brain, I only give it to people who are destined, and I sell two hundred bowls a day, and you are the last night, so there is no more!" The old man cleaned up the bowls, and then he was ready, pushing his own guy and preparing to leave.

"Boss, this is a spirit stone, just treat it as food money!" Fan Xiaodong took out a spirit stone and handed it to the old man.

"I said, this is for you!" the old man shook his head, and walked towards the crowd with his belongings.

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Today is also three chapters, at least 150,000 words this month, at least 4,000 words a day, no surprises, at seven o'clock in the morning, and seven o'clock in the evening, if it is three chapters, then at twelve o'clock at noon.