"Wanli Fuyun is in trouble. ”

"We can't use it. ”

Yunhua Fairy said gloomily: "Now all the Ten Thousand Miles of Floating Clouds have been used by Dong Yunyuan as a special transportation candidate Venerable, and others will not be able to use them within three years. ”

"What?"

Zhang Fan was stunned, he had roughly heard from Fairy Yunhua before, in Dongyun Prefecture, and even among the other four major cloud states, there were nine thousands of miles of floating clouds, and their origin was extremely secretive to the five abyssal masters.

These thousands of miles of floating clouds communicate between Yunzhou, with a speed of 108,000 miles, and they are extremely fast, which is actually the first tool for communication between Yunzhou.

Originally, there were nine floating clouds, only one of them was at the disposal of the Lord of the Abyss in case of emergency, and the rest could be used to carry the monks in the clouds to and from Yunzhou, but it was enough to pay part of the clouds.

Now that such a situation has occurred, Zhang Fan's plan has been disrupted.

There are no thousands of miles of floating clouds, and if you want to travel from Dongyun Prefecture to Zhongzhou, several years of trek are not to be said, where does he have time to waste here?

"Eighteen candidate Venerables actually want to use nine thousand miles of floating clouds, it seems that the Lord of Yunyuan attaches great importance to this selection of Venerables. ”

After being stunned, Zhang Fan also put it behind him and turned to think about the intention behind it.

After all, the matter has come to this point, unless he brazenly robs it, fights against the masters of the entire Dongyun Prefecture, and kills a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, otherwise it is impossible to think about it, and it can only be like this.

"It seems ......"

After a while, Zhang Fan's eyes turned, staring at the eighteen rings, and flashed a little cold: "I need to go up and play this time." ”

He was not interested in any bullshit candidate Venerable, maybe the monk in the clouds was used to it, and even regarded it as glory, but in Zhang Fan's opinion, it was not as good as bullshit.

Now, because of the floating clouds, it is the quickest way to grab a candidate for the position of Venerable and go to Zhongzhou.

"Master, Yunhua go grab a place!"

Suddenly, as if sensing his thoughts, Fairy Yunhua preemptively said.

"You?" Zhang Fan shook his head and smiled: "It's better for me to come!"

"No matter how strong the secret technique is, there will eventually be flaws, if you are not careful, then you have to fight, it is better to take action in person, so as to be foolproof. ”

The thought flashed in Zhang Fan's heart, but there was no fluctuation on his face, and after he said a word, he didn't care about Fairy Yunhua's thoughts, and directly cast his eyes back on the ring.

There, eighteen people are estimated to be the temporary champions who stood to the end before, and they have already boarded the platform, including the previous "Fairy Li".

These eighteen monks are all Yudan monks, the strongest is already the peak of Yudan, Linyuan Infant realm is only one step away, and the weakest is also in the late stage of Yudan, which is enough to see the mountains and small mountains among the thousands of people in front of him.

Of course, these are nothing to Zhang Fan.

He hadn't picked a random ring to come forward, but the behavior of these people was somewhat weird.

After they boarded the platform, they didn't say a word, they stood cross-legged one by one, and immediately looked in the same direction, with a hint of anticipation in their eyes.

Everyone in the audience had no intention of taking the stage to challenge at this time, and the eyes of the vast majority of people were also the same as the eighteen people on the stage.

For a long time, just when Zhang Fan gradually became impatient, the sound was like the rhythm of fluttering fairy music, and suddenly came from afar.

I have guests, drummers and shengs.

In the heavenly music, a car drove from far and near, into everyone's eyes.

The car was driven in the shape of an ice blue dragon, as if it was made of an ice blue dragon. At the top, an ice-blue Luo umbrella was supported, and under the throne of the Luo umbrella, an old man, attracted everyone's attention.

On the left and right of the old man, there are children and maids to accompany them, and behind the old man, there are masters lined up.

As the fairy music became louder and louder, the ice blue dragon-shaped car gradually approached.

Just when everyone could barely see the old man's appearance in the ruins, he raised his hand and waved it slightly.

Although the movements of the old man in the ice blue were small, everyone under his command was like a guide, and there was almost a moment's delay, and the car suddenly stopped.

Slowly getting up from the throne, the ice blue old man stepped out, crept into the air, and suddenly came to a high platform behind the eighteen platforms.

At some point, a new throne had already been placed there, and two rows of attendants greeted it.

When this ice blue old man really appeared in front of him, Zhang Fan's gaze froze slightly, and he was a little interested.

"Yuan Ying Zhenren?"

"It's kind of interesting!"

Slowly sat down on the high platform, and the old man's appearance was completely exposed to everyone's eyes.

He was dressed in an ice-blue costume, as if it had been condensed for thousands of years, and the ice-blue clouds faintly mixed with the patterns of ice and snow were undulating, like a living thing.

Behind the old man, a pair of ice-blue wings were folded and clung tightly to his back, and if he was not careful, he would ignore the past.

The atmosphere in the field froze for a moment, and then exploded.

"Lord of the Abyss!"

"The Lord of the Abyss really came in person, I thought it was a rumor. ”

"It seems that it is true that Lord Yuan attaches great importance to it this time, when has his old man ever attended such an occasion......"

Zhang Fan's surroundings were instantly filled with countless voices, although he didn't dare to raise his voice, but at this moment, almost everyone was talking about the ice blue old man who was high above.

"He's the Lord of the Abyss?"

Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows and asked indifferently.

"Yes, he is the Lord of Dongyun Yuan, Dongyun Ziyun Peak!"

Yunhua Fairy subconsciously lowered her head and whispered.

Dongyunzi Yunfeng could see the disguised Yunhua Fairy at a glance among so many Yunzhong monks, this was almost impossible, and if she did this, you could imagine how deep her fear of this person was.

"Extraordinary!"

Zhang Fan blurted out a thumbs up.

As a late Yuan Infant, Zhang Fan, who was almost at the pinnacle of the entire human world, saw the strength of this Dongyunzi at a glance.

This person's cultivation realm may not have really reached the level of the late Yuan Infant stage, but in his body, there is still an extremely obscure and terrifying power in operation.

This power and the power of Dongyunzi itself are clearly separated and integrated with each other, like a dormant heavenly dragon that may break through the abyss at any time and set off the wild waves of the seven seas.

This kind of strength is enough to attract Zhang Fan's attention.

After such a moment, the rest of the people who drove the ice blue car had also arrived, and they were waiting beside Dongyun Ziyunfeng.

There are two Yuanying real people in this group of people, who are not in the early stage of cultivation, and they are not in Zhang Fan's eyes, but one of them is a young man, which makes him pay some attention.

The young man was dressed in white armor, low-key and luxurious, with ice blue wings undulating behind him, and countless crystal ice chips were sprinkled, beautiful with a sense of coldness.

"It's him!"

"It turned out to be him!"

The first sound was made by Zhang Fan, but he recognized that this person was the young man who killed the cloud beast with a sword on the edge of Dongyun Prefecture;

The latter voice came from Fairy Yunhua, but seeing that she glanced at the young man in surprise, she immediately explained in a low voice: "I know who he is." ”

"It turns out that this person is the youngest son of Dong Yunzi in his old age, and he is very spoiled, because his cultivation has not been successful, he has never been allowed to appear in front of people, so Yunhua has never seen it before. ”

"The youngest son of Shiunko?"

Zhang Fan smiled slightly, and said secretly in his heart: "Isn't this comparable to Yunhua's identity as a princess in the clouds, no wonder there is such a noble son's demeanor." ”

The whispering in the field didn't last long, and after everyone was in place, Dongyunzi raised his eyes that seemed to never be able to sleep, and his gaze swept over the body of everyone in the audience.

In his gaze, there seemed to be a coldness from the depths of his soul, and nine out of ten of the monks in the clouds as far as his eyes could see subconsciously lowered their heads, not daring to face them.

"Let's get started~"

After the scene was quiet, Dongyunzi waved his hand casually and said weakly.

Dongyunzi Yunfeng's voice was filled with endless tiredness, like the last admonition of the old man in the twilight, and the endless twilight was contained in it.

Everyone can hear this, but no one dares to be disrespectful, and many of them bow down.

At this time, in the center of Dongyunyuan, there were still many foreign, non-local monks in Dongyun Prefecture, although they admired this Dongyunzi, but they were not very afraid, and their behavior was very different from that of the local monks.

If it weren't for their existence, the appearance of Fan holding his head high and refusing to bow his head would be extremely eye-catching.

With Dong Yunzi's signal, the atmosphere in the field became warm again, especially when the eighteen champions were ready to fight together, and they completely reached **.

In just a moment's effort, among the eighteen rings, there are fully fourteen or fifteen of them fighting, and although the remaining three or four are calm, there are also many eyes on them.

The remaining few who have not been challenged for the time being are undoubtedly the masters of the eighteen, all of whom are at the peak of their cultivation, and they are full of evil spirit, like a wild lion who chooses people to devour.

Persimmon picks and pinches softly, everyone understands this truth, and unless it is absolutely necessary, I am afraid that there will not be many people who challenge these people.

Zhang Fan's gaze swept over the ring, and then he slowly shook his head and said to himself: "There's nothing to see." ”

"Wait for me!"

Turning back with [***], he stepped out in one step, directly over the heads of the hundreds of monks in the clouds in front of him, and casually stepped into a ring that no one cared about.

"You ......"

"Looking for ...... Death"

......

As a proud immortal cultivator, he couldn't fly in a place like Dongyunyuan, and he had to go with the flow and squeeze into the crowd, which was already enough grievances for the vast majority of immortal cultivators.

Now that someone has stepped over their heads, I don't know how many people are furious.

But anger is anger, except for one or two reckless, almost no one scolded, even the few fast-talking, after seeing the ring that Zhang Fan stepped in, they were busy silencing.

What kind of joke, dare to challenge the peak of Yudan, and the posture is casual and almost unscrupulous, how can it be easy to provoke?

"Newspaper ......"

Sitting in this Zhang Fan's random choice of ring, it was an old man with white hair and a majestic self-generated man, a flash of anger flashed on his face, and as soon as he shouted, he stopped abruptly like a duck that had been choked by the neck.

"You...... You ......"

His face turned red, and from beginning to end, he couldn't say a complete sentence.

The situation in the field, which was still a little restless, was quiet for a while.

(To be continued)