"Senior Brother Han, don't come to harm?"

The man in Tsing Yi was stunned, his face changed, and the coldness and solemnity faded, as if he had gone back in time, back to more than a hundred years ago, outside the Faxiang Zongfang City, this person seemed to have said the same thing.

"Senior Brother Zhang, don't come unharmed!"

The mouth of the man in Tsing Yi was inexplicably bitter.

- Han Hao!

This Tsing Yi man was Han Hao, who was too poor in his qualifications and was not valued by the Fa Xiangzong, and he knelt outside the mountain gate and begged hard before he was able to get started.

At the beginning of the Qinzhou War, when the underground White Bone City invaded, Han Hao, who was already a foundation building monk, met with Zhang Fan, left Qinzhou and went overseas, more than a hundred years have passed, he has always thought that he has forgotten everything back then, but when Zhang Fan really appeared in front of him, everything in the past came like a tide.

Seeing this person, once made him extremely afraid and envious, when he was a teenager, he was so unattainable, and compared with Taoguang's obscure and low-key silent self, he was so dazzling.

No one knew that Zhang Fan was actually a nightmare existence in Han Hao's eyes.

For more than 100 years, Han Wei had thought that if he had a chance to meet again, even if he had never crossed the mountains of the past, he could at least be at eye level with him.

However, when this scene really appeared, he found that he was very wrong!

The gap between the two sides has not only not been narrowed, but has become farther and farther away, and it has become more unattainable.

The bitterness in Han Hao's heart couldn't be described in words, Zhang Fan didn't mention it himself, as soon as they met, he found that his hard work and pride over the years were not even as good as the other party's mounts and spirit beasts!

What a sorrow!

What he didn't know was that at this moment, Zhang Fan's heart was also full of emotion.

When he was a teenager, Zhang Fan felt that Han Hao was very similar to him, with the same poor qualifications, the same strengths that others could not reach in terms of law, and even in terms of heart and surname, he was also in line with this cruel world of cultivating immortals.

Today, when we reunited, with his cultivation, I could see at first glance that Han Hao was already standing at the peak of the Jiedan, and it was just one step away from the Yuanying Dacheng, a distance of a membrane.

In the past, ordinary disciples who were ignored by everyone and regarded them as mustard have now reached the realm that many high-ranking core disciples looked up to.

Break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly!

Of course, for Zhang Fan, Han Wei is not to mention the pinnacle of the Jiedan, even if it is a real Yuanying Dacheng, it will not be put in his eyes, but it is just an occasional feeling.

At this moment, the dozens of magic weapons roared through the air, tearing the air all over the sky, and making a terrible sound of "woo woo".

Zhang Fan didn't even have the heart to see what kind of magic weapon it was, he just frowned slightly, and said sharply: "Quack!"

As soon as the words fell, he stretched out his hand and waved it out like a fly, and the five-colored divine light suddenly erupted and swept by.

"Brush!"

Dozens of magic weapons, brushed down, all gone.

Withdrawing his hand, his sleeves rolled up, dozens of figures screamed as they were swallowed into the boundless darkness by the wind.

There is no way to fight back!

"Bang!"

Zhang Fan shook his sleeves casually, and a cloud of blood mist erupted, and on the dry yellow ground, a bright red spread in a fan.

Except for the old man who shouted loudly before, calling Han Hao "Old Demon Han" and was the leader at first glance, the rest of the people were all gone.

The old man was only a little bit of a night away.

From beginning to end, Zhang Fan's eyes never looked at these people and others, and he always stared at Han Hao, the old man he met by chance, just a palm that slowly pressed towards the old man's head.

The black light between his fingers, Han Hao may not be able to see it really, but the old man with a face full of horror and disbelief is clear.

Although he didn't know what Zhang Fan wanted to do, the cold that came out of his heart made the old man scream for the first time:

"Seniors spare their lives!"

Shocked, his voice seemed sharp and out of tune, unspeakably harsh, but he was unaware.

Zhang Fan listened but didn't listen, his palm pressed on the top of the old man's head calmly, and in an instant, the black light was great, searching for souls!

After a while, he withdrew his palm, the old man in yellow fell to the ground softly, all his vitality dissipated, and the last convulsions were just the instinct of his body, which immediately stopped.

After searching for souls**, Zhang Fan's face was a little wrong, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes when he looked at Han Hao.

Watching from the sidelines, the muscles on Han Hao's face twitched non-stop, watching the yellow-clothed monks who chased him to the sky and the earth easily annihilated the whole army like crushing ants in Zhang Fan's hands, if there was no reaction, it would be a complete joke.

There was no surprise, it was already deep enough for him.

"Soul Search**?"

Han Hao forcibly calmed down, glanced at the old man in yellow who was already dead, and asked tentatively.

Zhang Fan smiled and nodded, looking at him with such a strange gaze.

"Hiss~"

Han Hao gasped, a casual cultivator like him, who travels alone in the world, can best understand the horror of soul searching, and the envy in his eyes can't be hidden.

"Senior Brother Han, what's going on?"

Zhang Fan looked around with a smile on his face and asked.

Han Hao naturally knew what he wanted to know, and said with a wry smile: "There is no calamity!"

Immediately, the story of his being hunted down and killed was narrated.

The more he listened, the more strange Zhang Fan's face became.

What Han Wei said and what he obtained from the soul search of the old man in yellow are indeed not false.

Speaking of which, he had a good relationship with these yellow-clothed monks, that is, the demon cultivators of the same vein as Kurong Island, and even if they were not friends, they were not enemies.

At least in the memory of the old man in yellow, the two still have a friendship of drinking and feasting at the same table.

However, all this, with the several times Han Hao and Kurong Island exploring the mysterious place together, after various ruins, they were completely shattered, turned into enemies, and killed each other, which lasted for a while.

Speaking of which, both sides feel justified and feel very wronged.

In fact, it was very simple, that is, Han Hao traveled around with them, exploring ruins or something, and cooperating with others, which was really normal for Sanxiu.

What is not normal is that as long as there is Han Hao among the companions, there is only one final result.

That is, Han Hao survived, the treasure was in hand, and the rest of the people did not live.

After several expeditions related to Kurong Island, except for Han Hao, there was no one alive.

As a result, there is a ghost if you don't let the other party get mad.

Once is enough, after all, this danger has already been expected, what about twice?

Once or twice is still a coincidence, one more times, in the eyes of the monks of Kurong Island, it is undoubtedly Han Hao who killed people and seized treasures, and he did it so blatantly, ** slapping his face naked, is it tolerable or unbearable?

Han Hao was wronged in his heart, he obviously didn't do anything, even if someone died at his hands, it was the other party who did it first, he couldn't be killed, right?

This is not speculation for more than half a sentence, so there is a previous scene.

After explaining, Han Wei smiled bitterly, and Zhang Fan also looked at him in disbelief with a different color on his face.

Judging from Han Hao's words, this scene did not only happen on Kurong Island, over the years, Han Hao has traveled all over the world, and he has not stayed in each place for a long time, most of them are because of this reason.

"Scourge!"

After a long time, Zhang Fan retracted his gaze and secretly gave an evaluation in his heart.

This Han Hao is a real disaster star, everywhere he passes, people turn over on their backs, there are no companions, he is alone, and he returns with a full load.

For a while, I don't know whether to envy him or sigh for him?

As soon as these words were said, the atmosphere between Han Wei and Zhang Fan became harmonious, and the two chatted a few words of farewell like old friends.

Zhang Fan would treat him like this, but not just because he met his old acquaintance in another country, but for a reminder back then.

In the past, when he was about to rush into the city of Faxiang Zongfang and rescue his grandfather who was trapped in it, Han Wei reminded him of a weak prescription position, perhaps in Han Hao's heart, he had already forgotten everything, but as soon as they met, this favor resurfaced from the depths of Zhang Fan's memory.

"Senior Brother Han, where do you want to go in the future? Do you want to return to the sect?

After chatting, Zhang Fan smiled slightly and said such a thing.

Faxiangzong has been closed for a hundred years, and there are many disciples who have been exiled, but there are not many who can return to the door wall later.

Among them, there are most reasons for the fall or the absence of news like Han Hao, and there are also factors that suspect that they have been in contact with other forces over the years and have come back to be spies.

Of course, with Zhang Fan as a guarantor, everything is not a problem.

Hearing him say this, Han Hao's heart moved for a moment, and he immediately returned to calm.

As soon as he saw his expression, Zhang Fan already knew his decision, and sighed secretly, but did not advise.

After all, Han Hao said that he didn't have a good life in the sect in the past, and if he talked about the feelings of the sect, I am afraid that there would be no one at all. Over the years, he has been thriving as a casual cultivator, and his heart to return to the sect has naturally faded.

Sure enough, after a moment of silence, Han Hao raised his head and said indifferently: "Senior Brother Zhang, Senior Brother is used to being at home all over the world, I'm afraid that I can't stand the constraints of the sect, the sky and the earth are big, where can I not tolerate it!"

Han plans to go further east to see what the edge of the endless sea looks like, or whether there is an opportunity for Han. ”

Zhang Fan can understand his thoughts, and after adding the grace of the past, there is no intention to force him.

In fact, when he really said it, he was secretly relieved when he heard this answer, at least he didn't have to look back and tell his disciples to stay away from him, and remember not to go with him.

After understanding Han Hao's experience, Zhang Fan also had lingering palpitations about his lethality, he himself had the courage to be lucky and not afraid of this, his baby daughter and apprentice did not have this ability.

"Senior Brother Han, go ahead, don't worry about the matter of Kurong Island, they won't have time to come to you again. ”

Zhang Fan smiled slightly, explaining his purpose.

"Then thank you brother, brother has said goodbye, and there will be a period later. ”

After saluting a little respectfully, Han Wei turned around and flew towards the outside of Kurong Island, he now knew that Zhang Fan had come to trouble Kurong Ancestor, so naturally he didn't dare to stay here for a long time, it was not fun to harm the fish in the pond.

After seeing his back disappear, Zhang Fan's gaze retracted, and he suddenly stared at the dense fog in Changchun Valley, if there was substance, he wanted to penetrate the dense fog.

(To be continued)