Zhang Fan was full of doubts, and took Jingyi out of the Beast Hunting Guild and came to the street. Jing Yi looked at the long neighborhood, slightly stunned, and couldn't help but say: "Senior brother, ......" Zhang Fan was shocked when she heard this, and when she looked at her, she saw a dilapidated ruin on the side of the street, and said with a smile: "Senior sister is already a cultivator of the eleventh layer of Qi cultivation, is she still emotionally concerned about the matter of spirit beasts?" Jing Yi shook her head, but her face was a little unnatural, and said, "Senior brother, you misunderstood." I want to tell you that my cave is in the valley to the east. Zhang Fan smiled: "So that's the case." Let's go, then. Jingyi nodded, and then the two walked briskly eastward.

After Zhang Fan and the others left the Beast Hunting Guild, in the backyard of the guild, several young men sat and chatted, and several beautiful maids kept serving them wine and meat. They were monks, but they looked a little like gentlemen. Sitting at the top was a man in a gorgeous costume with a dark mask, with a deep and unpredictable aura. On his left and right sat three men in fancy clothes. The man on the right was clearly Murong He, who had fought with Zhang Fan a few days ago, and he was followed by Murong Qianxun. Yao Santian sat in the third seat on the left, looking unhappy.

While everyone was eating and drinking, Yao Santian said: "Big brother, why did you let Zhang Fan's thief go like this? Could it be that he has cultivated to the foundation building period, and you are afraid that he will not succeed?" The masked man said lightly: "I don't have any grudges with him, I'm just more interested in his sudden increase in cultivation." Yao Ginseng said urgently: "Big brother, don't you know that a few months ago, if it wasn't for Youren's immediate action, I would have been killed by him?" Not to mention the Ancestor ordered. There shall be no quarrel with each other. Yao Santian's face was full of frustration when he heard this, and he said, "I just think that the cultivation is too slow to improve." ”

Murong Qianxun said: "Holy Son, I know that Zhang Fan was just a hairy boy at the fifth level of Qi cultivation before entering the secret realm. The reason why he was able to raise his cultivation to the foundation building stage in just nine days must be because he got a genius earth treasure, maybe a two-hundred-year-old bezoar!" The masked man said lightly: "What does it matter to me what he gets?" Murong He got up and said, "Senior brother, you can't take it lightly." A few days ago, I saw him sneaking out of the Spirit Pool. ”

"What!" the masked man exclaimed. Murong He said: "Senior brother guessed well. I didn't recognize Zhang Fanlai at the time, but I just found out that the person I met that day was him. He must have obtained a lot of Xuanming True Water, so he let his cultivation increase suddenly. The masked man said lightly: "It turns out that he actually has the ability to fight with second-grade spirit beasts." But no matter what he gets, what does it matter to us what people get. Meat!" Several maids in the Qi training period next to them served them wine and meat.

At this time, an old man walked in, it was the old man who had previously settled the spirit stone for Zhang Fan. The old man stepped forward and bowed and said, "The old slave has seen the young master. The masked man said lightly: "What's the matter?" The old man sneered: "Young master." The old slave has already invited Zhang Fan to participate in your private auction tonight according to your request. The masked man said lightly: "What big deal did I say." I see, you go about your business. When the old man heard this, the smile on his face was still there, but his movements were slightly hesitant. See the gesture of the masked man. before leaving quickly.

Seeing this, Yao Santian smiled and said, "It's still the eldest brother who recruits high!" The masked man sighed: "Santian, how can you think like this? Murong Qianxun said: "The Holy Son is right, let's let Zhang Fan make a fool of himself first, and then have time to slowly clean him up." Murong He said: "Qianxun, don't talk nonsense. The Holy Son is a businessman, how could he break the rules of his business for no reason?" The masked man was silent for a long time, and said lightly: "Don't talk about it. The ancestor has long been stipulated. Be friendly with each other. I invited Zhang Fan to participate in the auction just because he was a foundation building monk. "Where will the people believe? However, he didn't say it, and laughed and said, "The Holy Son is right, we are just exchanging our respective cultivation needs." Then they continued to drink and eat meat.

Zhang Fan followed Jingyi all the way east, and after a while, he traveled several miles and came to a smoky realm. Jingyi said: "Senior brother, it's here." My second senior brother and I were cultivating in the quiet valley in front of me, and he was seriously injured that day in order to save me, and his injuries have not recovered yet. Let's go in and see him. Zhang Fan nodded, and followed Jingyi in, but there were many doubts in his heart, and he said secretly: "How is this possible? When I went to look for the two of them that day, I only saw a pile of white bones, but the two of them were injured almost at the same time, and the injuries were not much different, and there was also Fu Bao protection, why is the senior brother dead, and the so-called second senior brother is still alive? Even if a monk who cultivates the twelfth layer of qi breaks his hands and feet, five or six days have passed, how can it not be okay? It seems that the second senior brother is a little special." ”

Just as Zhang Fan was thinking, the two of them passed through the Lost Trace Formation and came to the foot of a mountain, and saw the caves on the mountainside that were covered by spiritual mist from a distance. Zhang Fan said secretly: "The foundation building monk is good, the mere one-grade formation is as simple as a child playing the house for the foundation building monk." Divine consciousness is such a good thing. ”

While Zhang Fan was imagining, the two came to the door of a cave covered with pines and cypresses on the mountainside. Jingyi said: "It's here, let's go in." As he spoke, he opened the formation and took Zhang Fan inside.

Jingyi's cave mansion is not luxurious, but it is neat and clean. The cave seems to be divided into three parts, and in the middle hall there are some fruit bowls and a few futons, in addition to some jade shelves for miscellaneous items.

Just as Zhang Fan was looking at the cave, a male voice came from the cave on the right. A man said, "Hey, senior sister, when did you go out?" Jingyi said: "I had something to do just now, and when I saw that my senior brother was practicing, I went out without disturbing you." The man said, "Senior sister, come and help, my leg hurts again." Jingyi said: "Okay, second senior brother, you wait a minute, I'll come right away." After she finished speaking, she turned to Zhang Fan and said, "Senior brother, you sit down for a while, I'll go and see if the second senior brother is better." ”

Hearing this, Zhang Fan grabbed Jingyi and said lightly: "You sit down first, I know some medical skills, and by the way, I will take a look at his condition for you." Jing Yi exclaimed, "Really?" Zhang Fan nodded.

When the man in the cave heard this, he asked, "Senior sister, who else is there in the house besides you?" Jingyi was about to answer, but Zhang Fan stopped her and said lightly: "I'm here to see you." The man said coldly: "I'm not sick, when are you going to have a doctor?" Jing Yi said. It's a little embarrassing. Zhang Fan glanced at her lightly, signaled her to be relieved, and walked quickly to the right side of the cave. "Crunch" pushed the door in.

As soon as Zhang Fan entered the cave, he saw a thin man with a dark face sitting on the stone bed. As soon as Zhang Fan came in, the man said coldly: "You go out! Lao Tzu doesn't need you to treat him!" Zhang Fan didn't care, smiled slightly, stepped forward quickly, and said, "I see that your eyes are showing black light, and the bad luck lingers on your body." must be haunted by yin ghosts, and if it is not treated early, it will die. The man sneered, "Boy." With your slight cultivation, you want to deal with Lao Tzu, you are still a little tender!"

Zhang Fan stepped forward and pinched the man's neck. He said coldly: "You bastard! You are so shameless! The woman who pretends to be sick and asks the master to take care of you! You are looking for death!" said as he said that the strength in his hand soared. There was a "click" sound, and the man's bones were misaligned.

The man didn't expect Zhang Fan to just say a word, and he was pinched by Zhang Fan's neck before he was caught off-guard, so angry that the three corpses jumped violently, the green tendons were exposed, and he wanted to roar hard, but because Zhang Fan pinched his neck, he only made a "woo" sound. Zhang Fan said coldly in a low voice: "Dugu Mutian." Master sues you, the woman of the master is not something you can touch like garbage!" He picked him up from the bed as he spoke. Stared at him coldly.

Dugu Mutian was pinched by Zhang Fan and his face turned purple, he kept struggling, and at the same time made a "woo" sound, his eyes kept spinning, and it didn't take long for his head to tilt and pass out. Zhang Fan snorted angrily, threw him on the bed, and then sat on the edge of the bed to observe it carefully.

Zhang Fan has learned something about her since that double cultivation with Jingyi, and of course she also knows that her second senior brother, Dugu Mutian, is a narrow-minded person who likes to please her. Originally, Zhang Fan suspected that Dugu Mutian was too seriously injured, and he didn't get better after five or six days, but when he went to the door first and saw Dugu Mutian's situation thoroughly, his heart was suddenly full of anger. It turned out that Dugu Mutian, except for the fact that the true qi of his cultivation was a little mixed and impure, cold and weird, his whole body was intact, and the so-called leg injury was simply a non-existent thing. Zhang Fan heard Dugu Mutian ask Jingyi to serve him before, and his heart was already angry, but later he learned that he was okay at all, and he was even more annoyed, where would he let him go.

Now, Zhang Fan carefully looked at Dugu Mutian, but found that the true qi he cultivated was a little weird, which was very different from the five elements true qi he had seen, and he planned to study it. He glanced at Dugu Mutian, who was unconscious and extremely emaciated, then grabbed his arm, and under the guidance of his divine sense, a true qi entered his dantian and studied it.

After a long time, Zhang Fan withdrew his true qi, frowned, looked far away, and had a suspicious look on his face, thinking: "This Dugu Mutian is really weird, there are twelve layers of Qi cultivation, but the true qi is more complicated than that of a first-level Qi cultivator, some of the quality of true qi is comparable to that of a true element, and some of the quality of true qi is not even as good as a low-level cultivator of Qi training." There is also a kind of cold and bloodthirsty meaning in that true qi, which is really strange. Hearing his master's question, the sword spirit said, "Master, don't study it. This kid cultivates evil skills, and the ghost is on his body, and he won't live long. Zhang Fan asked, "Old Hei, then why do I feel a cold and bloodthirsty meaning in his true qi?" The sword spirit smiled: "It's nothing, it's just a special kind of true qi." The master has both the five elements, and if you cultivate the five elements in the future, no different kind of true qi will hurt you. Zhang Fan nodded when he heard this, and felt reasonable, so he stood up, glanced at Dugu Mutian again, and said in his heart: "I pinched this kid to death before, but I can't kill him, but will he make trouble for me in the future?

Just as Zhang Fan hesitated, the stone door "creaked" open. Jing Yi walked in and asked, "Senior brother, is the second senior brother much better?" Zhang Fan hurriedly turned around when he heard this, and said with a smile: "Dugu Mutian is fine at all, it's just that something went wrong during cultivation and he went crazy." ”

Jingyi stepped forward and saw Dugu Mutian sleeping quietly on the stone bed, she breathed a sigh of relief in her heart and said, "I see." I just said that when the senior brother was here, the second senior brother was very good to me. Although he often comes to my cave as a guest, he will not stay in the cave like this. I already knew that the second senior brother was pretending to be sick and deceiving me, but every time he said that he was injured to save me, and he couldn't leave until he recovered. Although I don't like him to stay in my house, he once saved me, and I am embarrassed to ask him to leave. Now that he's fine, Jingyi is relieved. It's a pity that the elder brother hasn't come back yet. As he spoke, his eyes gradually filled with tears, and he wanted to cry.

Zhang Fan comforted: "Jingyi, you don't have to be sad. Monks cultivating immortals are fighting for their lives with the sky, and life and death are impermanent. Your elder brother may not be able to find you and leave early. Jingyi's crying gradually became louder when she heard this. Zhang Fan said: "Jingyi, your second senior brother is resting, let's go out." Jing Yi nodded when she heard this.

Immediately, Zhang Fan left the room with Jingyi, not knowing that Dugu Mutian, who was lying on the bed, had woken up at this time. Dugu Mutian was bubbling with a faint black gas around him at this time, two cold lights shot out of his eyes, looking at the door that Zhang Fan had hidden after leaving, his mouth was open, his teeth were bared, and a grim smile appeared on his face. (To be continued......)