Walking through a period of time, a period of dusk.

Ning Fan calmed down his mind, his mood improved, and he became more calm. He didn't care that there were eight people sneaking behind him.

They are seeking death!

The magnetic power of Huanhe Island is so strong that even the Nascent Soul cultivator would not dare to release his spiritual thoughts easily, but Ning Fan dares.

Those Zhao Zijing's minions thought they were following and hiding, but they never expected that in Ning Fan's eyes, they were already four people.

"There are... bad... people..." The innocent eyes of the female corpse showed worry.

"Bad guy...what about me?" Ning Fan said with a smile.

"Guang... a good... person..." The female corpse nodded firmly.

"Silly girl..." Ning Fan laughed and shook his head, rubbing the green hair of the female corpse.

People cannot be distinguished by good or bad.

The eight people behind him are not bad people, but... dying people!

In two days, Ning Fan seemed to be taking a leisurely stroll, but he traveled very quickly through the thirteen cities on the outer island.

He bought hair on the temples for the female corpse, and bought a lot of spiritual minerals, elixirs, and elixirs.

Countless monks passed by Ning Fan and were completely unaware of how powerful this person was.

The eight people were still following, but Ning Fan went further and further away, arriving at an uninhabited island.

Lu Wu Ping is very confusing, very confusing.

For two consecutive days, he followed Zhao Zijing's order and followed Ning Fan, trying to find out the details of this person. However, it turned out that this person had no contact with anyone at all, nor did he return to the hotel where he was staying.

In this way, Lu Wupeng cannot figure out where this person came from.

As the tracking of Ning Fan deepened, Lu Wu Ping became more and more shocked.

In two days, Ning Fan and the female corpse visited 13 markets on the island, buying elixirs, minerals, and elixirs. They spent at least tens of millions of immortal jade!

Tens of millions of immortal jade! What kind of powerful young master can carry such a huge amount of money!

He has no authority, and he can be regarded as the guest minister of Yuanying of Xuande Sect. However, after practicing Taoism for 1,400 years, when he had the most money, he did not have more than 2 million immortal jade...

He suddenly discovered that Xu Qiuling and Zhao Zijing had tried to scare the young man in front of him with 10,000 immortal jade. It was really a trick and made people laugh.

This person probably has more money than Zhao Zijing’s father!

However, after two days of observation, Lu Wuping still could not identify Ning Fan's specific cultivation level.

Sometimes the breath merges with the spirit, sometimes the pulse opens, sometimes the golden elixir, sometimes the Nascent Soul. Sometimes, the breath is even comparable to that of a great monk!

This floating aura made Yi Lu Wuwei deeply afraid. If it weren't for Ning Fan's bluffing aura magic weapon, it would be this person whose cultivation level was already astonishing. Far beyond his own realm!

"Boss, are you still following..." The seven golden elixirs behind him were already a little scared.

"Follow! If we don't find out the results of the investigation, the young master will not let me go..."

"However, why does this person go further and further off the track..."

"Yes. This place is so remote, it is really a good place to kill people and steal treasures... Hiss!"

When it comes to killing people and seizing treasures, the eight people's shirts all trembled, and an extremely bad feeling came to their minds.

At this moment, Ning Fan, who was thousands of feet ahead, stopped in his tracks amid the thick sea fog and black snow.

He walked all the way, leaving no trace on the black snow, floating like a ghost.

At this moment, Ning Fan turned around, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he no longer saw the gentleness of the past two days.

"You ants, do you really want to know my name? It's really hard to follow me for two days."

There was no joy or anger in these words, the only thing that could be felt was the demonic power that chilled the bones.

Under the disturbance of this demonic power, Lu Wu Ping could no longer hold back his breath and appeared, while the other golden elixirs also felt cold in their hearts and broke their invisibility.

The young man in front of him only took one step, but this step seemed to cause ripples on the heaven and earth.

When the ripples reached him, Lu Wubing vomited blood and flew away, already seriously injured, while the bodies of the other seven Jindan exploded into blood mist, still unbelievable, but they were already dead.

"You, who are you! How dare you kill people in the realm of ten sects! Don't you know that my ten sects are all the same!"

"Who am I? Who are you talking about Zhou?"

Step two!

Ning Fan's black hair was flying in the wind and snow, and the shocking violent aura around him turned into a faint blood-red light. Under this violent aura, Lu Wu Ping felt terrified, and one arm was even covered by the shadow of a powerful sword that appeared out of thin air.

The sword cuts to pieces!

"ah!"

He screamed and fell in a pool of blood. His pupils were wide open and he stared in horror at the young man approaching step by step.

"You said Zhou, who could it be?"

Step three!

After taking this step, Lu Wu Ping's body was shattered. In the blood mist, the little Nascent Soul couldn't help but tremble. It didn't even dare to pinch and teleport!

Three steps to reach the sky and kill the beginning of Yuan Dynasty!

The surname is Zhou!

The arrogance of not daring to kill people anywhere!

Yes, yes, in the open sea, there is only one devil like this!

Lu Wu Ping suddenly sounded. Two days ago, when the young master asked Ning Fan's name fiercely, Ning Fan's sneer and reply.

"You don't want to know my name!"

Yes, indeed it is!

If Lu Wu Ping was given a chance to make a new choice, he would never want to know that the 'weak young man' he had been following for two days was actually a madman who silenced the outside world after killing him!

Zhou Ming, Zhou Ming! He is Zhou Ming! The young master has caused trouble, big trouble!

You must tell the young master the news immediately, and you must escape! Escape from the Sea of ​​Huan Demon, flee back to Xuande Sect, and ask the Ancestor of the Transformation God to come forward to protect him, otherwise, under the Transformation God, no one can stop Zhou Ming's demonic power!

"'Broken Infant Blood Escape'!"

Lu Wupian suddenly pinched it, and the Nascent Soul was shaken violently, and it immediately became illusory. Almost 90% of its cultivation was dispersed under this shock. The illusory Nascent Soul turned into a bloody light and disappeared thousands of miles away in an instant.

Go, go straight to Shengque Terrace!

"You must tell the young master this news, you must..."

"Oh? He is a loyal servant, but he is also an enemy... cut off the weeds and root out the roots!"

With a sneer on his lips, Ning Fan picked up the female corpse, stepped out, and disappeared into the wind and snow.

Snow is tight!

On the Shengque platform, more than twenty Nascent Souls were drinking and admiring the snow, black snow, and the fourth grade of spiritual wine "Black Yingluo". All the masters gathered around the heater. They warmed the wine, talked and laughed, and sat down to talk about Taoism.

Among them, the most eye-catching ones are the seven young men!

The Seven Sons of Waihai! The seven most talented young men among Waihai!

Among the seven, Zhao Zijing was no more than a minor figure, and in the middle of the Nascent Soul in 900, among the seven, he was insignificant!

The third person with qualifications is Liu Zong of the Ice Soul Sect! This person was born at the age of 600. He was born in the middle of 700 years old. A soul flag can hold tens of millions of souls. Even the monks of the Yuan Dynasty can fight!

The person with the second most qualifications is Lu An of the Qingyun Sword Sect! This man was born at the age of 500, mid-600 years old. He is 900 years old and has a sword in his hand. He once fought to a draw with Luo Fei, the great monk of the Purple Talisman Sect!

The person with the first qualification is Wang Yun of Dao Fazong! This person was born at the age of 400, mid-500, 600-year-old Yuanying Queen, and peaked at 900-year-old Yuanying! He once worked with Dong Qing, the former master of the East Tower of the Palace of Relics.

, tie!

The seven people were drinking, but they seemed to be in harmony with each other, but Zhao Zijing's eyes showed a hint of impatience, which still attracted everyone's attention.

"Oh? Brother Zhao Xian seems to be depressed? Could it be that he has something to worry about? Do you want Mr. Liu to vent his anger on you?" Liu Zong played with a blood-red flag and smiled evilly.

"Thank you for your concern, Brother Liu Dao. It's just that he was rudely spoken to by an ant who may not even have a spirit... Zhao has sent his subordinates to follow that person, but Xu is just lazy and lazy. Otherwise, after 2 days, we should investigate

I found out the details about that person and reported it back."

"Huh? In these ten sects, there is a junior from Rong Ling who dares to offend Brother Zhao Xian?" Lu An's eyes flashed, and the huge scabbard he carried behind him shone silver in the wind and snow.

"Yes, this person's appearance has been imprinted on me. Brothers, please read it. If you have a chance, help me get rid of this person. That will clear away my depression."

After saying that, Zhao Zijing patted his storage bag, took out a jade slip, and made a gesture. Suddenly, the illusory image was reflected in the jade slip, and he admired the same day all over again.

In the shadow, Ning Fan's sneer expression, indifferent attitude, and words of "merely in the middle stage of Nascent Soul" immediately made several geniuses including Liu Zong dissatisfied.

Although they are geniuses, they are still in the middle stage of Nascent Soul. Aren't they also among the "mere" in Ning Fan's words!

"Hmph! This person is so arrogant! But this person seems familiar..." The young master of the Zifu Sect sneered, but there was a trace of confusion in his eyes.

"Looks familiar? Well, to put it this way, it does seem like I have seen it before, but it also seems like I haven't..." Young Master Xuan Xiao was also looking at Shen Ning.

Seeing so many people, all of whom seemed to have met Ning Fan, Zhao Zijing felt strange. Could this person really be a descendant of a powerful force outside the sea?

But if so, why have I never heard of this person?
To be continued...