On the dark bottom of the water, a transparent shield separates the inside and outside into two worlds...

Zhang Fan sat cross-legged in the center of the shield, and with the rich spiritual energy here, he immersed himself in the cultivation, and used the skills again and again to continuously consolidate the eighth level of cultivation.

At this time, one foot stepped forward steadily, stepped on the dead grass, and also stepped into the range of his spiritual consciousness.

Zhang Fan frowned and opened his eyes. In this dark environment, two lightnings seemed to flash by.

The master of the foot seemed to be unaware of his spiritual consciousness, and took another step forward at the same frequency, and his entire person was outlined in his spiritual consciousness.

"So it was him." A playful expression flashed across Zhang Fan's face.

...

Han Wei walked forward at a stable frequency, heading towards the scorched earth not far away.

After taking two steps forward, he suddenly stopped, stopped one foot in the air but did not let it go, but slowly took it back.

At the same time, Han Wei inserted one hand into the Qiankun bag, and the other hand showed the talisman that had been holding in the palm of his hand, and looked around vigilantly.

There was no abnormal movement around, but the feeling of being peeped away was still lingering, and his face gradually became solemn.

Han Wei was dressed in blue clothes, and he was obviously an outer disciple of the Faxiang Sect. His cultivation was only about seventh level, which was obviously a soft persimmon. This situation naturally attracted people's attention. Along the way, he had already dealt with five groups of plots, escaped three times, and killed two groups of people. His vigilance had already been mentioned to the highest level.

Standing in his position, you can already see the situation on the scorched earth clearly.

A demon bird "seeds" on the ground in a posture of upside down onions, half of its body was soaked in a pool of blood; a snake-like monster had half of its body with scales and bones, floating on the lake surface, and half of its slightly complete tail drooped weakly on the shore, its color was dark and lifeless.

Looking at the corpses of these two monsters, Han Wei's face was a little heavy, and he forced his eyes to move away from the remains of the monsters that could be called treasures, and instead pay attention to the traces on the ground.

Into the eyes, there is a scorched earth.

Two scorch marks that were like the world's roads were hundreds of feet long. The huge marks left by giant snakes crawling over them, and the deep dents of heavy objects falling from high places...

Relying on these traces and feeling the residual breath in the air, Han Wei simulated the scene in his heart and confirmed again that there was no clothing in front of him, fragments of the magic weapon, and finally showed a look of surprise on his face, and he couldn't help but feel a desire to retreat in his heart.

At this moment, a trace of breath emerged from the calm lake.

Han Wei's eyes narrowed, and he looked at the lake that was gradually beginning to fluctuate. He made a quick decision and immediately turned around and flew away, instantly disappearing into the dense forest in the distance.

"Okay. You know how to advance and retreat, and understand how to gain and lose. No wonder you are today." Zhang Fan took back the breath he deliberately exuded and secretly praised.

He was not willing to be an enemy of Han Wei, a young man who was almost at the same time, but he was a hundred times more difficult to enter the sect. However, if the other party was greedy for the materials on the two monsters, he might have to fight one.

Fortunately, the other party is aware of the situation. Since that is the case, Zhang Fan is happy to treat it as if he didn't see it.

With Han Wei's qualifications and environment, it is inevitable that he can have the same cultivation level as Zhang Fan today. No one knows how many trump cards he has with such an opponent. Without any unavoidable situation, he will not be able to defeat the enemy.

There are many people with Zhang Fan’s idea in the current Wuhui Valley.

As soon as he released his breath and poked out the water, Zhang Fan felt seven or eight auras rising from the distance, and he could even tell from it that the woman in white Xiruo, Yuling Sect Yun Yi, Faxiang Sect Nangong Yi, Cui Ren and others.

With their cultivation level at the 11th level of the Qi Refining Period, of course, it is impossible for them to be unable to cover up their own aura. The purpose of doing this is obvious, it is a warning and a division of territory.

They obviously have a tacit understanding. The three-month trial has just begun. The elite disciples are not yet fighting to the death. Now they are fighting to the death, but they are just asking ordinary disciples to take advantage of it. Therefore, they tacitly use this method similar to monsters to divide the territory to avoid an early decisive battle.

What surprised Zhang Fan was that the area where he was was tacitly abandoned by other strong men. Obviously, they also noticed the powerful momentum that Zhang Fan burst out when he fought with the two monsters just now, which was considered to be acknowledging his status as a strong man.

In other words, he was also qualified to divide the territory? Zhang Fan smiled slightly, stood up suddenly, the shield was broken, and he rushed out of the water surface.

At the same time, a strong aura mixed with the sky and the narrow earth, and the heart breaks the Yaotian without any taboos, like a giant pillar of wolf smoke, soaring straight into the sky.

In the distance, the master with several powerful auras stopped at the same time, stopped what was at hand, and looked back.

"So it's him!" Xiruo, Yun Yiyi and others said in their hearts, and an ordinary figure emerged from their memory.

"Hahaha, who is that man? It's him!" Choi In sat cross-legged beside a bunch of burning campfires, his hands kept turning the barbecue, and the drops of oil were thrown off along his movements, bursting crisply in the flames.

Beside him, a first-level monster, Fengyi Tiger, was tied pitifully. The only thing that was different from an ordinary tiger on this low-level monster was that it had a pair of wings.

However..., now the two wings were being in the hands of the fat Choi In-chi, emitting a fragrant smell.

"He actually..." Nangong Yi clenched his fists, and a trace of sinisterness appeared on his face.

...

If God does not take it, he will suffer the consequences.

After Zhang Fan expressed his existence with peace of mind, he stepped out of the water leisurely and stood on the shore.

But in the blink of an eye, a heat gushed up his body, and his clothes immediately became dry, without any damp water vapor.

"Fortunately I was prepared, otherwise..." Zhang Fan looked at the moon-white underwear on his body, showed a look of gratitude, took out a mysterious golden robe from the Qiankun bag, put it in his hand and gently stroked it.

This robe was made of black and gold and red. It was made by Zhang Fan using various precious materials to mix the purple-headed gold obtained from the Jiang family. It was the last of the three top-level magic weapons he had refined in the past six months - the Xuanjin Gauze Clothes.

When the materials were first completed, Zhang Fan had a sudden inspiration and made this robe with the robe he had seen in his previous life. Unexpectedly, the effect was surprisingly good, so good that he could not wear it himself.

The ink-colored base is decorated with complex gold and red patterns, and it does not need to be worn. Just take a quick look and the graceful and solemn atmosphere can no longer be concealed.

After Zhang Fan put it on, he felt inexplicably like a monkey-like crown, and he felt that he was not confident enough. In addition, there were still some sect plots in his heart, so he was still wearing the ice silkworm robe.

This time, in the small world of Wuhui Valley, there was a battle full of gold, and then the territory was divided unscrupulously, invisibly changing the mentality of the weak in his heart, adding a sense of domineeringness. Moreover, the ice silkworm robe was destroyed at the right time, and everything was as destined as God.

He spread the Xuanjin robe and put it on. The feeling of incongruity when he was worn before never appeared. He just felt that it was suitable everywhere. Only this robe contained in it was worthy of him.

He straightened his body slightly, and a sense of domineering aura came out of his body, and he seemed to have reborn.
Chapter completed!