Looking at the avenue that appeared in front of me, the scene that seemed a little noisy just now suddenly became quiet...

The magnificent formation hole opened, the bell invited and the jade road was guided, and everyone couldn't help but become solemn and stepped onto the jade road in an orderly manner. Even the proud children of aristocratic families landed down consciously and walked forward on foot.

With Zhang Fan's second-generation human nature, he couldn't help but feel excited. He turned his head to look at the old man. However, he had no intention of being afraid at all. He just looked like a pair of Bafeng and his hair was full of hair. He really had the intention of being a master.

Zhang Fan pursed his lips and looked at the Liuren regretfully, and had to obediently return to the old man and stand still.

Fortunately, he didn't wait for a long time. After a few breaths, Zhang Fan found that the old man's waist suddenly thrust, his chest raised high, and he looked increasingly out of the world.

Needless to say, the opera meat was coming. Zhang Fan raised his eyes and saw a red light suddenly appear in the distance. Before the sound of breaking through the air came, the red light drew an arc like a rainbow and fell in front of the grandfather and grandson.

As the red light filled the body gathered, a burly man appeared.

"Zhuo Hao is ordered by his master to welcome Senior Brother Zhang."

As soon as the firelight was gathering, the big man who claimed to be Zhuo Hao bowed and said loudly.

The old man quickly moved away from his tribute and did not dare to accept his tribute. Zhang Fan naturally followed suit and followed his butt.

"Junior Brother Zhuo, don't be too polite, so as not to scare the child. Logically, my old man should call you Master Zhuo, but my father has a different relationship with your master, so I will call you Master Zhuo with shamelessness." The old man looked at Zhuo Hao and said with emotion.

Uncle Zhuo? Zhang Fan was shocked. Could it be that the burly man in front of him was actually a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage? But after thinking about it carefully, he felt relieved. With Zhuo Hao's momentum when he appeared, and his strength without relying on external objects, and his own magic power, he clearly showed his cultivation level in the Foundation Establishment Stage.

"Senior Brother Zhang, I guess this is Fan'er?" Zhuo Hao asked with a smile.

"Yes, yes, Fan'er, I've come here to see you Zhuo..." The old man suddenly said in a mess.

This title is a bit difficult to deal with! According to the rules of the Immortal Cultivation World, Master is the master. With Zhang Fan’s cultivation level that he doesn’t even have the Qi Refining Period, it is natural to call Master Uncle. According to his great-grandfather, he is inevitably called Master Uncle Uncle. Originally, it doesn’t matter what he called him, but Zhang Fan is here to become a disciple today. Everything goes well, and he is Zhuo Hao’s junior brother. Now he calls Master Senior Brother is a good guy.

Looking at the old man's stuttering look, Zhuo Hao laughed silently and said warmly: "I'll call me Brother Zhuo."

"Yes, my younger brother Zhang Fan has met Brother Zhuo." Zhang Fan hurriedly stepped forward and bowed, glanced at the old man, and saw him smiling, obviously very happy.

Zhang Fan smiled knowingly, Zhuo Hao's attitude was very friendly. It was thought that it was the Grand Master whom he had told him. It seemed that this elder who had never met had met was indeed nostalgic for the past, just as grandpa said.

"Senior Brother Zhang, Master is waiting in the inheritance hall. Let's get on the road now!"

After saying that, Zhuo Hao took out a cone-shaped magic weapon from the storage bag, threw it into the air, and then turned into about a meter in size. It seemed that the roar of a tiger could be heard.

Otherwise, how can people die and compare goods to throw them away? Standing on Zhuo Hao's magic weapon and comparing his experiences just now, Zhang Fan suddenly felt like he was unbearable to look back on the past.

The shield covering the entire magic weapon protects it without having to eat a lot of wind. With the speed of more than ten times, it is like walking on the smooth ground. Compared with the foundation building stage and the Qi Refining stage, one is indeed in the sky and the other is underground.

With Zhuo Hao's amazing speed, he also flew with a cup of tea before he stopped in front of a hall.

Once the shield was removed, Zhang Fan immediately felt the difference here.

This fashion is midsummer. Although it had just rained heavily, the slight heat in the air could not be covered up. But when you stand here, you only feel warm but not dry, moist but not wet, making people feel comfortable.

With a gentle breath, I felt warm and my spirits suddenly felt strong, as if I had a strong sleep in the warm bed in winter.

"What a rich spiritual energy!" The old man closed his eyes and sighed intoxication.

"Cough cough." Zhang Fan coughed lightly.

"Ah!" The old man woke up immediately, looked at Zhuo Hao with a smile and said embarrassedly: "It's been a long time since I came, this... has changed a lot!"

Zhang Fan really felt sorry for the old man's disobedience, and he felt that even if he couldn't enter the door, it would be worth the price to open his eyes.

What shocked him the most was the medicine garden scattered with stars along the way. It would be fine if he was a novice who knew nothing. But after reading countless jade slips over the years, he had a certain understanding of the world of immortal cultivation. He was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

Just a glance during the high-speed flight, he discovered several rare treasured elixirs in the market. These elixirs were planted in groups like white radishes in the medicine gardens everywhere.

What is unacceptable is that it is not difficult to see from the scattered layout of the medicine garden that these are just places where monks grow spiritual medicines themselves, and it cannot be large medicine gardens of the sect.

In comparison, those beautiful pavilions and towers are nothing rare and rare birds and beasts that are hard to find outside.

Zhang Fan, who came to his senses, was amazed and finally had a deep understanding of what a sect is.

"Brother Zhang, this is the foundation of my Faxiang Sect standing in the immortal cultivation world - the inheritance hall, and Master is waiting for you inside." Zhuo Hao introduced to Zhang Fan while leading the way.

Following Zhuo Hao into the interior of the inheritance hall, the style inside was far from what he had seen and heard in the sect before. The walls were covered with gray stone walls, empty and open, and there was not even furniture such as tables, chairs, benches, etc., showing the ancient style.

On the wall facing us, there was a scroll full of stars. In fact, it was hard to figure out whether Zhang Fan was hanging, because this painting filled the entire wall and was harmonious, making people feel that it should be in that position in nature without any sense of incongruity.

Looking closely, the surface of the scroll seemed to be rippling with water waves. The stars appeared in the ripples, like wolf eyes opening and closing in the dark wilderness. Inadvertently, a hint of straight and wilderness was revealed, which made people frightened and shocked.

Zhang Fan suddenly shook his whole body, and the trembling from the depths of his soul made him escape from some unknown state. His hair stood up all over his body, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

"Hey! Fan'er's spiritual sense is indeed not weak." A gentle voice from a middle-aged man came.

While the sound came into my ears, a warm breath like spring surged over Zhang Fan's body, and the aura that made him unable to control him disappeared without a trace.

Zhang Fan let out a long sigh and looked at the sound where the sound came from, a quiet middle-aged man appeared in front of him.

Zhuo Hao was standing behind the middle-aged man with his hands down at this time, without any domineering aura whizzing over the sect, nor the freedom he had in front of his grandfather and grandson. Instead, he was a regular and cautious look that he did not dare to step beyond the line.

Seeing the old man winking and looking at him, Zhang Fan didn't understand anything. He hurriedly stepped forward and bowed and said, "Boy Zhang Fan, pay homage to the Grand Master."

"It looks like it, it looks like it." The middle-aged man looked a little dazed.

A hundred years ago, there was also a young man who came to the mountain gate with fear and fear: "Disciple Han Hao, pay homage to Master, Senior Brother."

"Haha, my junior brother will be a family in the future. If someone bullies you, please report your name." The grand brother's generous voice and appearance gradually coincide with the young man in front of him.

...

Han Hao's eyes became more gentle, and he waved to Zhang Fan and said, "Child, come here and let me see your qualifications."

Zhang Fan obediently walked up to him and let his palms touch his head.

After a while, Han Hao withdrew his palm, frowned first, and then quickly stretched out. Looking at Zhang Fan's nervous look, he laughed silently: "Don't worry, you are a mixed spirit root with outstanding attributes of fire and wood. Although such qualifications are not good, as long as you are willing to work hard, it is not difficult to build a foundation, and it is not impossible to go further."

After saying that, Han Hao walked to the front of the scroll with his hands behind his back and said, "Fan'er, do you know what this is?"

Although Zhang Fan had some guesses, he still shook his head honestly.

"This is the inheritance treasure of our Faxiang Sect, an ancient treasure - the Zhoutian Star Map."
Chapter completed!