Chen Fan's spiritual power rioted, and the violent power stimulated Fu Kun who was lying on the ground, making him forget to get up for a moment.

How could he have such a huge amount of spiritual energy?

In addition to being happy, Chen Fan was also confused and thought to himself, "This is the spiritual power in his body that cannot be stored. So, has it been what Miss Meng'er said to have created a spirit fruit? That's not bad. There are so many people here. If the identity of nourishing spirits is exposed at this moment, wouldn't it be necessary to be careful to be caught by others and pick fruits and eat them all the time..." When he thought of this, he couldn't help but feel frightened and could no longer be happy.

When Chen Fan's spiritual energy was rioting, Gu Menger, Fang Xinjue, Chu Li, Feng Chuan and others also noticed Chen Fan's abnormality. Fang Xinjue laughed and shouted, "I know that you are not so easy to become a useless person. You can use your spiritual power at this moment. Who can fight you if you break the mortal realm!"

Feng Chuan frowned, and Gu Menger told him that his plan had a mistake. At this moment, there was another inexplicable Chen Fan, which made him feel tricky. Could it be that he really wanted to call him out?

Chu Li and others didn't have much thought at that time, and they thought that this should have been the case. If the disciples of Liuyun's Ninth Peak did not have a Taoist practice, it would be surprising. Although Chen Fan had no slight fluctuations in spiritual power before, they had never looked down on Chen Fan.

Gu Menger is the only person who knows Chen Fan's physical condition. Like Chen Fan, he is ecstatic first, and then realizes something is wrong.

Chen Fan tried his best to suppress the riot's spiritual power, but it didn't work at all. He gritted his teeth and rushed towards the dull Fu Kun, thinking in his mind, "If you can't suppress it, just vent these spiritual powers. At worst, I'll wait for a while to break the mirror."

Seeing Chen Fan's behavior, Gu Menger's mind flashed and said to Chen Fan who was helpless, "Use your body to resist, your spiritual power will be attached to your body surface, and will protect your body by itself, resist spell damage and repair your body."

Chen Fan was stunned for a moment, glanced at Fu Kun who had already reacted, and the long sword that was sucking in his hand that spitted out the red sword light. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and said cruelly, "In order not to be raised by others, I will fight..."

Fu Kun looked at Chen Fan with a ferocious face and subconsciously swung his sword. However, Chen Fan did not avoid dodging and rushed straight towards him. The scorching pain caused Chen Fan's ferocity to surge. Regardless of the blood in the wound, he punched Fu Kun's face, and instantly he had a long nose bleeding.

Fu Kun was directly hit on the ground. Fu Kun, who was already seriously injured, was unable to get up now and turned into fish meat and slaughtered by Chenfan. Poor Fu Kun, one of the nine suns of the Nine Yang Demon Sect, was pressed to the ground by Chenfan.

Chen Fan beat him up and muttered, "Cut me, chop me, get up and continue chopping..."

Fu Kun stared at Chen Fan with gritted teeth and shouted, "You don't hide yourself, nothing is wrong."

Chen Fan hesitated for a moment. Fu Kun saw that Chen Fan was not taking action. He was about to speak, but Chen Fan punched him back into the stomach and said, "You are still yelling at me, you are yelling at me..."

Fu Kun stared at Chen Fan, wishing to kill Chen Fan with his eyes and said, "I have a kind of sword to kill me. What's the point of insulting me like this?"

Chen Fan glanced at Fu Kun with contempt. When he was about to kill, a bloody scent of energy rushed towards Chen Fan. Chen Fan turned around and was Feng Chuan, who was always paying attention to Chen Fan's blood pupils.

Chen Fan mobilized his spiritual power and hit his arm, scattering the Qi power with one punch, but the Qi power strangely wrapped around Chen Fan's arm, corroding the spiritual energy that Chen Fan drew on his fist. He melted with the spiritual energy on his arm.

Chen Fan was not surprised but happy. Fu Kun took advantage of this opportunity and fled from Chen Fan.

He didn't chase him, and looked at Feng Chuan, who was fighting with Fang Xinjue. Feng Chuan was a little embarrassed at this time. Fang Xinjue's sword was as powerful as he could. Every time he used a sword, his momentum became stronger. He became more and more courageous as he fought. On the other hand, Feng Chuan's aura was slightly disordered. Feng Chuan's martial arts and blood pupils cooperated to strangle the opponent in the illusion. However, Fang Xinjue's sword heart, and any illusion demon broke it with one sword, forcing Feng Chuan to fall into a passive state.

Feng Chuan almost succeeded in the sneak attack just now, which made Fang Xinjue even more angry. He took a few more points and didn't stop.

Look at Gu Meng'er again, a long blue sword shining with cold light, fighting against the three suns of Jiuyang alone. One sword beats the style of one sword, and suppressing the three people is extremely miserable. Her sword is not weaker than Liu Yun Fangxin's determination.

Fang Xinjue's sword is the sword of the king, looking down on all living beings like an emperor, slashing out with one sword, and living beings bow their heads. Gu Meng'er's sword is the immortal in the snow, and one sword freezes the heaven, earth, mountains and rivers, and the coldness cuts all the evil spirits in the world.

Whose woman is it? So amazing!

Gu Meng'er's sword painted the wind and snow, and the cold light flashed. In an instant, it was a little brighter than the bright moon in the sky. The long sword passed by, as if it was separated by a space.

In Chen Fan's eyes, when the sword fell, the four people suddenly changed differently. The temperature seemed to drop a few points, and the air gradually became a little wet. The moisture at night turned into drops of crystal clear water droplets and fell on the three suns of the Nine Yang Demon Sect.

There was no slight turmoil outside the four people, and she actually changed the climate with her sword intent.

Moisture turns into water droplets, and the air cannot withstand its weight. Drop after drop, it falls like rain.

These three suns are Wuyang Sun Hao, Liuyang Wang Tao and Bayang Zheng Yuan. Wuyang Sun Hao noticed something wrong immediately and shouted, "Practice the martial arts and use the red flame to break her sword intent."

Gu Menger didn't say anything, and the coldness in her eyes locked Sun Hao. Sun Hao was like falling into an ice cave, so how could he not understand that the other party was a genius who had condensed two heavenly veins.

"Condensing"

With Gu Menger's word "condensation", a gust of wind suddenly blew up. The wind passed and the ice was born. The water droplets in the air condensed into ice beads but were not falling. They hung in the air like this. The water droplets on Sanyang's body instantly condensed into ice armor, trapping the three of them.

The sword of wind and snow shocked the crowd.

Gu Menger put away her sword and returned to the sheath. The ice beads frozen in the air lost their support and fell to the ground and turned into water stains. The three ice sculptures standing there were shocking.

The battle ended. The two sides confronted each other through three ice sculptures.

But almost everyone's eyes were complicated or admiring to look at this cold but powerful woman as strong as Fang Xinde. Gu Menger was a little unhappy and said to Chen Fan, "Are there fewer ice sculptures?"

The voice is neither fast nor slow, neither light nor heavy, but it can be heard by everyone. The tone is plain but chilling.

Fang Xinjue frowned and looked at Gu Menger, not knowing what he was thinking. Feng Chuan had a gloomy face, put his palm on the ice sculpture, and exhaled a breath of turbid air and said, "Fellow Daoist Fang Zheng, please take action."

Fang Xin was shocked and suddenly looked at Feng Chuan and said, "Fang Zheng of the Demonic Heaven Sect?"

Feng Chuan did not turn around and used his means to corrode spiritual power to transform three ripples of ice. Sun Hao and Wang Tao were unconscious, but Zheng Yuan's cultivation level was lower and he was killed by the cold.

"It's me, my brother." A man in black clothes, black hair and black shoes, carrying a sheathless broad sword, and a arrogant and domineering aura slowly walked over.

Brother? Everyone looked at Fang Zheng and Fang Xinjue in confusion. Both of them were surnamed Fang. Could they be brothers?

"I didn't expect that Feng Chuan had brought you here." Fang Xin said helplessly without explaining.

"I regret it when I saw the corpse on this land and the girl who condensed two heavenly veins." Fang Zheng shook his head, as if he was a little embarrassed by Feng Chuan's massacre of mortals.

"Fellow Daoist Fang Zheng, remember what you promised me." Feng Chuan's bloody eyes stared at Gu Meng'er with a bloodthirsty light.

Fang Zheng looked at Feng Chuan contemptuously and said, "Brother, I don't want to fight you. Why are the two of you chatting here? Don't make things difficult for each other. Let's go see our father together. Since you went to Liuyun, you have never been to my father's place together."

"You must help him?"

"Well, if I don't help, my master will tear mine." His tone was a little helpless.

"Then I can only draw my sword, but I have to spend a few more drinks with my dad. If my dad knows that I have drawn my sword to you, would he scold me with a dream?"

"No, after all, I am my brother, and he might blame me for not giving in to you."

"Then I'll feel relieved..."

"Do you really want to do it?" Fang Zheng said with a frown. If you can't make a move, your master will be unhappy if you don't stop him from catching the treasure. What should I do? After thinking about it, I thought about it and felt that it was all made by Feng Chuan, a turtle boy...

"I will give Chen Fan a strange treasure. I promised him that if I can't get it, I won't let that blood pupil get it, so you don't have to do it." Gu Meng'er looked at the two of them strangely and said softly.

"Haha, it's so good. With this girl here, it's not that easy for Feng Chuan to think of a strange treasure. Brother, you can't fight me like this."

Fang Xinjue sighed, bowed to Gu Menger and said, "Thank you, Miss Gu."

"The King's Sword you cultivated and his Overlord's Sword have now cultivated their intentions. If you want to fight, you will only be pulled by the intention. You cannot control it, but you will only be disabled."

"How does Miss Gu know?" Fang Xinjue remained silent and Fang Zheng asked.

"The person who taught you two swords may have some connection with my family. Didn't he remind you?" Gu Meng'er's eyes were a little deeper when she said the origin.

"Dad never said, can you tell me in detail about the girl and our dad? I have been with my dad since I was a child, but I don't even know what my dad's surname was." Fang Zheng said bitterly.

Gu Menger avoided the word "Yuanyuan" and said hesitantly, "I'm from Liufeng... I want to see him..."

"Dad, he has been buried..."

Gu Meng'er was stunned for a moment and said to herself, "How is that possible?"

A small thatched hut by the Qinghu Lake, buried swords and guarding the tomb for three thousand years.

The old man who likes mulberry wine...is dead?

Just like that...dead?

"Girl, what's wrong with you?"

Gu Menger came to her senses, shook her head, and stopped talking. She seemed a little disappointed.

Fang Xinjue took Fang Zheng and Mu Lingyao to the pavilion beside him. Whether he and Fang Zheng entered the game or not, the ending was the same.

"Are there any wine?" Fang Xin asked.

"Of course, I have to have my father's favorite mulberry wine." Fang Zheng smiled and touched the storage ring on his hand. With a wave of his hand, there were two jars of wine on the table, but the aroma of wine was extremely bitter.

"Sangluo, remember you secretly drank a pot of Sangluo from your father back then. After two days, even eating sugarcane was bitter." Fang Xinjue chuckled, as if he saw what he was like again.

"Why do you think Dad likes to drink this Sangluo? He drinks a pot a day and a lifetime." Fang Zheng smelled the smell of the wine and took a sip.

Why was this wine so bitter when I drank it at that time?

"It's probably because I feel sad."

"Who is this girl next to you?"

“…my junior sister…”

"oh……"

"I plan to take her to see her father..."

"This girl is so beautiful, my dad must be very happy..."

"Why don't you talk anymore? What are you thinking?"

"...Nothing... I just remember that a junior brother seemed to have got a beauty grass. I was wondering if I wanted to grab it..."

“…”

"..." Mu Lingyao was speechless.

"I just need this beauty-raising grass." Fang Xin smiled and said, "It's been a long time since I was so happy."

"Oh, then I'll find time to send it to you..."
Chapter completed!