"Disciple, what do you want from me?" Jiurong's voice came from the soul-raising bead, and a vague figure slowly emerged.
"What, you...you...," Zi Wan'er opened her mouth wide, with an unbelievable look in her eyes.
"Old man Duan, why are you here?" Zi Wan'er asked in surprise.
"Zi Yatou, why are you here?" Jiurong also asked in surprise, and the two of them stared at each other.
Su Fan was also dumbfounded. These two people actually knew each other. Are they so stupid?
"Master! You guys know each other," Su Fan weakly called out to Jiurong before he calmed down.
Ahem!
"She is someone I knew before, Qi Jue Emperor Zi Wan'er," Jiurong explained.
He is really the master’s friend! Su Fan couldn’t help but take a breath of cold air.
"Old man Duan, this is your disciple. You have been begging for so many years to still have a disciple. I have never seen any of your disciples without this kid!" Zi Wan'er looked at Jiurong in confusion.
"Damn girl, I have indeed been dead for many years. This guy was just my disciple. Of course you don't know him," Jiurong said angrily.
"Hey! You old man! Your cultivation was not weak back then. You were able to fight with my aunt a few times. Why are you still dead?" Zi Wan'er asked unceremoniously.
well!
Jiurong let out a long sigh before saying: "I also had a few white-eyed wolves back then! They coveted my treasures, killed my masters to seize the treasures, and smashed my body into pieces and shattered my soul, leaving only the remnant of my soul lingering on."
"Why have you fallen? Aren't you known as an old naughty boy who knows all the heretical things?" Jiurong looked at Zi Wan'er curiously, waiting for her answer.
cut!
"This girl is at the peak of her combat power. How could she fall so easily? If it weren't for that battle, why would I be broken into pieces like this? I wouldn't even have a chance to be reincarnated," Zi Wan'er said with a trace of sadness in her eyes.
"They are here after all," Jiurong sighed slightly.
"Master! Can you talk to me later? I need your help now!" Su Fan was speechless. The two of them started chatting directly in his battle spirit space, regardless of the life or death of his client.
Ahem!
"Zi Yatou, you are proficient in this kind of thing, come on!" Jiurong didn't feel embarrassed at all and threw the pot away.
"This is your disciple, why do you want me to come," Zi Wan'er responded angrily.
"Think about it! When one day he reaches the peak and breaks through to that step, whenever others mention who taught him, as long as they say it was you, think about the feeling, tsk tsk! It's wonderful!" Jiu Rongyi
The face is vulgar.
"That makes sense, I'll just force myself to teach this kid!" Zi Wan'er seemed to be persuaded.
"Boy, listen to me now," Zi Wan'er began to give orders in Su Fan's war spirit space.
"The first five, the third from the left, the fourth from the front, the first from the back, the second from the right, focus on the energy crystal in the middle, and if you blow it up, this corner of the formation will be missing."
Following Zi Wan'er's order, Su Fan moved and dodged in the air. He stepped lightly and walked directly forward. Su Fan's fists were covered with terrifying power, and the Nether Eyes were opened, analyzing the formation in front of him.
"Dragon Elephant Divine Fist"
Su Fan raised his fist and punched hard. Power was poured into his fist, and he blasted the energy crystal with one punch, cutting off the supply of the formation.
Come again! Su Fan followed Zi Wan'er's instructions and shattered the remaining two formation eyes again. The supply of the entire formation was cut off, and the formation was useless.
Hoho!
Waves of roars rang out, and a one-meter-long dragon rose up into the sky from the suppressed dragon corpse, emitting golden light, bursting with dragon power, and releasing a monstrous aura that shook the entire underground palace.
After venting for a while, the little dragon respectfully came to Su Fan and lowered his proud head.
This scene shocked Zi Wan'er from ear to ear, even more shocked than when she saw Old Man Duan.
"This..., what kind of dragon is this? Why have I never seen it before?" Zi Wan'er said hesitantly.
"Master! I'm back."
Xiaolong looked at Su Fan's eyes and unconsciously shed two crystal tears. How many years had passed since his master died in that battle, and he was severely injured and was living here. He was sealed here by an ant using a trapping dragon formation. If it hadn't been for
It was still somewhat useful, and I'm afraid it would have been killed on the spot.
Looking at Xiaolong, Su Fan felt an inexplicable warmth in his heart, as if he had been an old friend for many years.
"Master, I am willing to accompany you to fight to the top again, to fight in a bloody battle, to defy the heavens and slay the gods," Xiaolong said solemnly, looking into Su Fan's eyes.
"allow!"
Su Fan uttered this word unconsciously, his eyes confused, as if he was caught in some kind of memory.
"Wake up!" Jiurong shouted and woke up Su Fan, and Su Fan's eyes returned to clarity.
"Xiaolong, please follow me from now on! Do you have a name?" Su Fan asked Xiaolong.
"Yes, my name is Zhan Tian, and my master gave me this name," Xiaolong said slowly.
"Okay, then you can call me Zhan Tian, Zhan Tian Zhan Tian, Dou Zhan Cang Tian, what a good name." Su Fan laughed loudly, and the corners of his eyes became wet unconsciously.
"Disciple, you can let it enter the Broken Sword, otherwise it will dissipate. Now it can only become a weapon spirit. It is different from me. I have the soul-nurturing beads and he does not."
"Can I only become a weapon spirit? There is no other way," Su Fan asked.
"No, with its current transformation, if it doesn't become a weapon spirit and has no carrier, it will dissipate soon," Jiurong sighed slightly.
"Boy, your master is right. If it wants to survive for a long time, it can only become a weapon spirit. Its current condition is very bad," Zi Wan'er also said.
"Then can it escape in the future?" Su Fan asked.
"Boy, when your cultivation is strong enough, reversing life and death will not be a problem, what do you think?" Zi Wan'er looked like she was teaching the younger generation, looking quite funny.
"Okay, I'll ask it."
"Zhan Tian, are you willing to become my weapon spirit and follow me to fight against the heavens again," Su Fan asked seriously.
"Zhan Tian is willing to become the master's weapon spirit, to accompany the master to conquer the heavens again, and to exhaust the last bit of strength for the master," Xiaolong roared crazily.
"Fighting Heaven into the Sword"
Su Fan shouted loudly, raising the broken sword in his hand high, and a king's domineering aura emerged from Su Fan's body.
call out!
Zhantian Xiaolong transformed into a streak of golden light and sank directly into the broken sword. The broken sword suddenly shone brightly, and the sword body trembled, as if it was about to break at any moment.
"Disciple, let him calm down," Jiurong yelled.
Su Fan also felt the situation of the broken sword, and immediately asked Zhan Tian Xiaolong to restrain his aura, and then the broken sword in his hand slowly calmed down.
"Master! What's going on?" Su Fan looked at Jiurong in confusion.
"Disciple, this guy's level is too high and his bloodline is too strong. My Broken Sword can hardly withstand the pressure of its bloodline and may break at any time. If you want to keep it, you'd better find better materials to integrate into the Broken Sword, otherwise
I can't bear it," Jiurong said slowly.
"Disciple understands."
Su Fan withdrew the broken sword and looked at the Dragon Palace in front of him. The golden light shone in his eyes, and then he turned into a treasure digger and dug for treasures in the Dragon Palace. Whether it was floor tiles, ornaments, or even load-bearing pillars, he had dug several of them. If it weren't for
Fearing that the cave would collapse, Su Fan insisted on digging up everything here. Even the huge dragon corpse was taken away directly by Su Fan.
"Master! There is something above. Do you really need this thing?" Zhan Tian's voice appeared in Su Fan's mind.
"Also," Su Fan smiled slightly, his mind filled with dreams of getting rich overnight.
"Where," Su Fan quickly asked.
"Master! All you have to do is dig a hole above your head and go up," Zhan Tian said slowly.
Su Fan looked at the top of his head, and instantly used all his strength, waving the broken sword continuously, heading upward like a groundhog. The soil continued to fall, and a large straight hole was dug upward.
Nonsence!
Su Fan spat out a mouthful of mud and jumped up. The surrounding area was no longer the Dragon Palace, but a room filled with spiritual stones, weapons, elixirs, and many other elixirs.
"It's made, it's made," Su Fan jumped up excitedly.
Su Fan directly released the war spirit space, and a terrifying suction force directly began to swallow up the things here.
Everything in the room was swept into the war spirit space, and nothing was left. Only then did Su Fan clapped his hands with satisfaction.