The brilliant sunshine spreads over Dongyang Peak, and walks out of the quiet room, as if walking towards the light from the eternal night.

As soon as Zhang Fan and the Ku Taoist came out of the quiet room, they saw Long Yun bowing and standing outside, obviously waiting for a long time. Zhang Fan, who was bathed in the sun again, was not surprised that Long Yun appeared outside the quiet room at this time, but just patted his shoulder and said gently: "Come on."

After saying that, he stepped out.

Although Zhang Fan was in seclusion, it did not mean that he ignored all matters outside. As a result, Long Yun has been following Zhu Jiuxiao these days just to understand all the situation, and fortunately, he will repay him as soon as he leaves the seclusion.

Although Zhang Fan had two disciples and one daughter, and many registered disciples, the only one who could really make him feel at ease to explain the matter was Long Yun.

"Okay, Xiaolong, you can say it."

Sitting at the stone table and savoring the fragrant tea, Zhang Fan said calmly.

"Master, Master Zhu believes that the time is almost done, so you can get in touch with Zhenren Duan of Xuantian Sect."

Long Yun replied respectfully.

Immediately afterwards, he described the events that happened since Zhang Fan's retreat in detail, from the arrival of Duan Tianlang and others, everything before and after, everything was fine and missing."

Zhang Fan smiled slightly and said, "I didn't expect Duan Tianlang is still a person who talks about this."

"What's so strange about them? The people from Xuantian Sect have always been like this. From generation to generation, they are all this kind of bird virtue. They seem to be born superior to others."

The Ku Taoist sneered at the side.

In his time, the Xuantian Gate's strong status was no less than today. With the position of the Ku Taoist, he probably had a lot of contact with them.

"Yeah?!"

Zhang Fan responded with a smile, not caring about it.

This is just a sub-section and doesn't matter.

Reversely...

"Xiaolong, but what's the matter?"

Zhang Fan had such a good eye-catching ability that he could easily see that Long Yun had not finished speaking yet, and raised his eyebrows and said.

"Yesterday, a real person in Nascent Soul visited my Faxiang Sect late at night, and it is said that he came from Youzhou."

"This person had a secret conversation with Duan Zhenren for one night. Before dawn, he set off and rushed back to Youzhou."

Long Yun's words were heard, and Zhang Fan was finally moved, pondered for a while, and said, "Xiaolong, what's wrong with that real person?"

"Master sees thousands of miles!"

A hint of admiration flashed in Long Yun's eyes and said, "Originally, Zhenren Duan has never been arrogant or impatient, and looks like he is exhausted. But after that person left, Zhenren Duan had already sent Mr. Zhu three times today and asked for a meeting to be held immediately, which was quite impatient."

"I see!"

Zhang Fan nodded and understood a little in his heart.

In front, they grasped the trump card that Xuantian Gate also wanted to Qinzhou and was even more anxious than them. Therefore, they went on this trick to gain greater advantages in the subsequent negotiations.

Duan Tianlang also understood this point, and it is not surprising that he showed people leisurely and calmly to control movement.

Strangely, he had a secret conversation with the real person of Nascent Soul who suddenly arrived and had a change.

Working a real person in Nascent Soul, who comes and goes in a hurry to be a messenger, and his tenth thing is not much smaller.

Either the situation deteriorates sharply, or he is absolutely sure that the monks in Qinzhou represented by the Faxiang Sect will accept his conditions.

No matter which one it is, it means that the talks are inevitable. If you drag on it, you may have the possibility of backfire.

"Xiaolong, I'll send you Master Zhu to me and say that you should do what he wants, and you have no objection to your teacher."

"Also, let's wake up the sleeping cat and take it with you together, we have to show some sincerity."

Zhang Fan did not think for long, so he ordered.

"Yes, my father!"

A smile appeared on Long Yun's face and he retreated in response.

Duan Ziyu has not suffered much these days. Zhang Fan thought it was troublesome. He didn't wake him up at all, and he kept sleeping until now.

For him, the 20-day effort of this little kung fu is just a short time between opening and closing eyes.

After Long Yun retreated, Zhang Fan pondered for a while, drank the fragrant tea in one mouthful, and sighed: "Old Ku. I guess we will be very leisurely in a few days." "Oh, are you so sure?"

The Ku Taoist was playing with the tea cup in his hand leisurely and said without hesitation.

"God's will is like ears, and it is impossible to avoid it.

Zhang Fan smiled slightly and said calmly.

In just a short time, he gained a lot of benefits. The ink spirit transformed into shape, but now it is different from the past; the essence and blood of the wild snake are refined and absorbed; the essence and blood of the golden crow are formed into a secret technique.

But the more his strength increases, the clearer the feeling of a storm in his heart.

Unconsciously, Zhang Fan remembered the seven golden crow feathers that were still lying peacefully in the Qiankun bag, and said in his heart: "It's time to refine a magic weapon."

However, I will have to wait until I see Duan Tianlang!

That night, in the reception hall of Faxiang Sect, there were bright lights and blessings intertwined. Six real people from Faxiang Sect were all sitting.

In the guest of honor, the middle-aged man with excellent temperament. Needless to say, he is Duan Tianlang, a real person in the divine weapon.

On the surface, Duan Tianlang and Zhu Jiuxiao and others were chatting and laughing, but their eyes were occasionally glancing at the silent Zhang Fan.

The true person of the Faxiang Sect, that is, Zhang Fan, has never met him.

Therefore, as soon as he sat down, Duan Tianlang knew his identity without introducing it.

Especially Mo Ling, who seemed to have never woken up completely, attracted most of his attention.

Zhang Fan did not deliberately cover up Mo Ling's cultivation. What kind of person is Duan Tianlang? He discovered at first sight that the golden fire crow-shaped demon bird was clearly a seventh-level transformed monster.

With Duan Tianlang's cunning, he couldn't help but lose his temper when he saw it.

There was almost no delay for a moment. He immediately remembered the scene of the clear sky and the electric snake wandering around the mountain gate of the Faxiang Sect a few days ago. He immediately understood and was even more afraid of Zhang Fan.

This fear is also full of jealousy and envy. I think Duan Tianlang's disciples are older than Zhang Fan in terms of true meaning, but none of them can reach the level of the Nascent Soul. However, Zhang Fan can already be on an equal footing with him. The difference is so big that it is impossible to make sense.

In normal times, with Duan Tianlang's pride, the idea of ​​comparing and killing his arrogance may arise. But at this time, no matter how you think in your heart, you have to put aside all the distracting thoughts.

All kinds of thoughts flashed like a lantern in Duan Tianlang's mind. When he was considering his words, Zhang Fan spoke first.

"Zhengren Duan made the noble disciples and the bad disciples fall in love with each other at first sight. They lingered in our Faxiang Sect for many days, but did not report it. You can't blame me for leaving a distinguished guest without any reason!"

Zhang Fan waved his hand with a smile, and Long Yun led someone into the hall.

When he arrived at the hall, Long Yun bowed to the real people and retreated behind Zhang Fan, saying nothing.

The person standing alone in the hall was Gongziyu of that day.

He was still wearing gorgeous clothes, but he was less proud of his eyes than the top, but he looked a little nervous, especially when he saw Duan Tianlang sitting.

"Master!"

"Disciple is not mountain

Gongziyu knelt in front of Duan Tianlang in embarrassment, and was interrupted by Duan Tianlang in half.

"Enough, useless things."

After shouting, Duan Tianlang felt a little out of control, waved his hand and said, "Go back to the side."

Gongzi Yu was so amnesty that he ran behind him, and he didn't dare to look in the direction of Zhang Fan in front of him.

If he had a little dissatisfaction at first, he was now gone. The sleeves that day made him understand the difference between the two sides. Now he is still on other people's territory, so how dare he act rashly?

"Zhengren Duan, you are visiting my Faxiang Sect. I wonder what teachings are there?"

Gongziyu's affairs are over, and it's time to talk about the serious matters. Zhu Jiuxiaoyao greeted Duan Tianlang with a cup and said calmly.

"I dare not see the teachings, but I do have some discussions."

Duan Tianlang's expression condensed, and the anger that was exposed because of his disciples' incompetence was completely gathered. He said in a deep voice: "The northern states will no longer interfere in Qinzhou's affairs from now on. At the same time, I also ask all the real people in Qinzhou to resolve the trouble as soon as possible and rush to northern Xinjiang!"

Without any embellishment, Duan Tianlang directly expressed his intention.

“What preparation?.

Zhu Jiuxiao, Fengjiuling, Zhang Fan, and even Nangong Wuwang, all the Qinzhou real people present were shocked. Duan Tianlang's words were really beyond their expectations.

It is not surprising that Duan Tianlang represents not Youzhou or Xuantianmen, but, "

"Northern states?!"

“So,"

Those who sit are smart people, and in an instant, they know it in their hearts.

"Have you changed in the northern border?"

Fengjiuling asked in a deep voice.

"The alien race mobilized a lot, there were constant small frictions, and the war was imminent

"The northern states are all involved in this matter!"

Duan Tianlang had no intention of concealing his intention and directly told the situation in the north.
To be continued...