"Say in front of the Yuanying Real People?!"

Zhang Fan smiled casually, nodded at the Taoist Drunkard, and then, in full view of everyone, he climbed up the steps step by step.

The so-called preaching is an experience, but in this situation, it is just a form, representing a kind of honor and an opportunity to become famous all over the world, that's all.

Since it is not necessary to tell the flowers, it is naturally nothing to Zhang Fan, not to mention that he still has the killer in hand.

One step to the emptiness of jade bi!

This treasure was purchased at the coastal market during the Foundation Establishment Period. What it recorded was the scene of the Great Rishi Zhenjun preaching in ancient times.

Over the years, Zhang Fan still took this thing out and listened to it from time to time, and he always had some insights and was a rare treasure.

Such a strong man with a cultivation level is more than a god-transforming sermon, as long as he intercepts some of them and changes a little, it will be enough to smoothly pass the stage among the Yuanying real people on the stage.

Therefore, Zhang Fan had no intention of worrying and uneasiness at all. It was like crossing in the air, stepping onto the Hengfeng in just a few steps.

"Um?"

As soon as he reached a high place, he realized that the raised part of the floating island, the natural high platform, was actually a crater.

It is not just a crater, but it looks down, with magma flowing in it, forming whirlpools in the center.

These magmas are quite strange. They are moving all the time, but there is no sound. There is no Mars, no violence, and no high fever.

Even when I stood above the crater, I still couldn't feel any extra temperature, as if there was not magma or mud below.

"Donghua real person, please sit high."

Just at this moment, the sound of the Jiutian Zhenren Fengjiuling sounded in Zhang Fan's ears. When he looked back suddenly, he was about to step out while raising his voice and shaking to the ground.

"boom!"

There was a sudden change in the crater, and the magma surged. It retreated in all directions, and there was a column in the middle, and the magma appeared.

"What a person without any breath of fireworks. Miaozhi Charcoal Peak's control."

Whether it was Zhang Fan or Ku Taoist, they all praised him secretly.

They were the ones closest to the crater, so they naturally felt the mystery in it at the first time.

The magma like a sea-breaking wave-breaking magma faded away. Although the magma was still hot during the whole process, it did not splash out any flames. It hit the four walls and it also slipped like flowing water, leaving no trace.

While suppressing the power of the entire volcano, there is also such a wonderful control power. Zhang Fan believes that he does not have this ability. This is accumulated in countless years, as natural as breathing, and it is not as experienced as his younger generation who has emerged in a short time.

"This floating island must be the treasure of Fengjiu Ridge!"

Zhang Fan realized in his heart that if it were not for his own treasure, even if he had been accumulated for thousands of years, his cultivation in the late stage of the Nascent Soul would be difficult to take such a light weight.

He signaled to Fengjiuling's head, but he was not polite, turned around, sat cross-legged, and sat on the pillar.

In an instant, the sky was shining with the earth's fire. The whole body sitting cross-legged was shrouded in dazzling light, as if an immortal from heaven had been exiled to the mortal world.

At the same time, a misty music sound came to life on the floating island for no reason. If someone whispered, it was like a fairy dancing pedestal, floating in front of a dance seat, like a cloud of clouds rising up, listening intently, but in the music sound, I would like to talk about the beauty of the ethereal and light-hearted manner of the immortals.

"What a step to the empty tune!"

"A big white look!"

The Taoist died of drunkenness and praises the humble.

If it was just the previous sentence, everyone would agree, but the last sentence came out. The Taoist who died of drunkenness directly picked the gourd from his waist and enjoyed it. No matter how he looked, it seemed like he was taking the opportunity to drink.

Zhang Fan only used his spiritual consciousness to shake the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and gathered his lyrics and songs, which were extremely ethereal and concentrated his spirit. This was actually a common method used by ancient great masters when preaching, and those with knowledge were all led by the leader.

The steps and the steps are empty and the spirits are gathered, which is the good time for preaching.

Just at this moment, a sound of a broken gong sounded at the right time:

"slow!"

"It's her again!"

Under the misty light, Zhang Fan's brow couldn't help but frown, and the evil spirit was hidden.

"What do you mean by old ghost?"

"boom!"

Zhu Jiuxiao was furious and his body suddenly stood up straight. Far away, the Zhoutian Star Map was rippling again; near, Zhulong Dharma Image, and his huge body penetrated the eyes of the underworld, and was about to open.

He used the Zhoutian Star Map and the Zhulong Dharma Image appeared. Everyone knew that Zhu Jiuxiao was really angry when he walked around.

Let’s not talk about his relationship with Zhang Fan. Just the gift of the Yuanying True Man of Faxiang Sect, the old ghost woman interrupted repeatedly, but she just did not give Faxiang Sect face.

As the leader of this generation of Zhoutian Star Map, Zhu Jiuxiao should exert thunderous anger.

For a moment, no one dared to persuade him. Even if the Taoist was drunk, he would no longer make a sound to smooth things over. Instead, he drank wine one by one, watching all this silently.

Under Zhu Jiuxiao's strong oppression, the old ghost snorted, not looking at him, but not nervous, and said leisurely: "When the old woman finishes talking, it's not too late for you to get angry again, Zhu Monster!"

This tone and expression are obviously charming, but unfortunately, with that voice, it makes people lose their appetite.

"you say!"

The real person of Jiutian Feng Jiuling pressed Zhu Jiuxiao's shoulder and penetrated through the gaps of his teeth.

Just listening to his stern tone, you know that if the old ghost woman couldn't tell the reason today, they would have to leave her behind.

In this one-acre and three-part land of the Dharma Xiang Sect, even the Lord of the Gods will have to bury his bones and be buried!

Of course, the old ghost woman would not know about this. She has been a neighbor of the Phantom Demonic Way and the Dharma Xiang Sect for tens of thousands of years. I don’t know how much she has suffered from the Zhoutian Star Map. In addition, she is also old and cunning. How could she make unnecessary sacrifices?

But when the old ghost woman laughed, "It's not interesting to always preach, so it's better to fight!"

"If you win, no one in the world knows you; if you lose, you will have nothing to say."

Why do we change the sermons to fight?

Although Zhu Jiuxiao didn't think Zhang Fan would be afraid of any bullshit, this matter was really not something they could say.

Are you planning to retort? But the old ghost woman kept saying:

"You have one person from the Dharma Xiang Sect, two of me, I have two magical demons. One person from the Yuling Sect, and the three major scattered people have a total of seven. One person will learn from the new Yuanying real person and see the quality. What do you think of Donghua real person?"

"Um?"

Zhang Fan suddenly looked moved and felt something.

Before he could speak, Zhu Jiuxiao shouted: "Old ghost, let's not talk about preaching or fighting. You alone have no reason to have two people!"

"Who said there was no?"

The old ghost woman quickly said, "Boy Donghua, you have made my disciple's belly bigger, you have gone to have a happy life, and you have never cared about it for a hundred years."

"It's fine. As soon as I went back to Qinzhou, I kidnapped my disciple's daughter to your Faxiang Sect. Tell me, do you want to fight? I, the illusion demon, told me, are you losing the truth? Humph!"

"Well

As soon as this was said, everyone was stunned. It was such a thing that happened for a long time.

Among all the people, Zhu Jiuxiao was the most depressed. The one who made the priest was not right to advance or retreat.

He could be said to be the person who had the most contact with Zhang Fan, so he naturally knew that the girl Youyou was originally full of magical magic skills, needless to mention, he was naturally the abducted disciple of the old ghost woman.

"she,"

"It's Xiruo's teacher..."

Zhang Fan was also speechless. He didn't expect that it was for this reason for a long time. No wonder the old woman looked at her at the beginning.

Xiruo's master back then was the old Yin-Yang monster that fell in his hands. This old ghost wife probably worshipped again in this century.

Xiruo is a good method. A master who is a master of the Dan, and has changed to a late-stage Nascent Soul stage, so this business is very good!

"How about it, boy Donghua, preaching or fighting?"

The old ghost woman looked at Zhang Fan on the crater with fun, and said in a hoarse voice.

Now Fengjiuling, Zhu Jiuxiao and other two groups of Yuanying true people in the Dharma Xiang Sect are not easy to say. It is obvious that the old ghost woman is trying to measure her daughter, and she is also venting her resentment. It depends on how Zhang Fan thinks? Anyway, who can force him on the ground of the Dharma Xiang Sect?

"Hahaha

"good!"

"I know my friend's intentions. When everything has been reported, please tell me about the recent situation. I will be very happy."

Suddenly, Zhang Fan laughed out loud, flipped his hand, and started a green jade gourd, and took a sip of wine in his chest, and a heroic spirit suddenly arose.

Fighting is about fighting. When did Zhang Fan be afraid of it? If you really want to talk about it, his practical methods and magical powers are much stronger than his illusory understanding. What's more, what's more afraid of?!

"Who are there? Zhang took it one by one!"

As he said that, the wine gourd was filled with the rich aroma of wine, and Zhang Fan's voice spread throughout the floating island.

It would be fine for the others, but the Taoist who died of the drunkenness suddenly became straight and condensed on the wine gourd for a long time. Then when he looked at each Zhang Fan again, his eyes seemed to be much closer. "He is also a drunkard! It's so good!"

He had just sighed and felt a sense of intent around him. The two of the Phantom Demon Dao and the Yuling Sect, one of them, discussed and stood up.

The three casual cultivators, the Taoist immortals of the Drunken Death, tried it out, while the man from the Yuling Sect was Dugushang, the Golden Snake Langjun.

The magical demon tells the side, and the old ghost woman smiled and said with a strange smile: "Boy Donghua, you are still a bit of heroic spirit. I don't have trouble with you, just girl Sang Yun. There is also an old lady who will live a trick with you."

Needless to say, the old ghost lady is, if she doesn't get involved, why should she do this? As for Fairy Sang Yun, she said it's not difficult.

This person is like Nangong Wuwang, Zhang Fan, and Jinshe Langjun, and are all new Yuanying real people in the past century. They can be said to be of ordinary position.

"Okay! Zhang takes it.

Zhang Fan smiled casually. Since he decided to fight, there was no difference between him who the opponent was. It was just a try.

"Where is your Faxiang Sect? Huh?"
Chapter completed!