After more than three hundred years, Fang Yan was back in Yuxi City again. He felt a lot of emotion. I remember that when he was a little monk, he left many precious memories here. Here, he was still the cute ceramic doll.
The little girl brought her to her - looking at the crowded streets, Fang Yan felt intimate for no reason. Here, he witnessed a part of his growth. The ignorant boy and little monk had already stepped in at this time.
The ranks of the strong.
"It's been three hundred years, I wonder if those guys are okay? Yunzifeng, Yun Xiaoyin, Xiaojinzi, Tuqiu, I really miss you." Fang Yan looked at the blue sky and murmured to himself, these are all
His good friends and good brothers, along the way, no matter what situation they are in, they have never abandoned themselves.
"Wow! The popular place is so good. I have not appeared in the eyes of the world for more than 300 years. I don't know how many fans will cry silently." When I entered Yuxicheng, the happiest thing was Zhou Dashen and Xiao Beast.
No, these two guys have been so irritated over the years.
"After so many years, your cultivation level has soared, but why are you still so narcissistic and vulgar?" Fang Yan looked at Master Zhou squintly and said jokingly.
"Fellow Taoist, how can you say that? I'm called temperament, you don't understand!" Zhou Dashen immediately retorted, but his small eyes flashed with light, looking at the crowds all over the street, grabbing the rags of Shenbu,
As he was ready to move, it seemed that he had not forgotten his "old business" for so many years and was looking for his first business.
The little beast was also struggling in Fang Yan's arms to move freely, so Fang Yan had no choice but to let go of his hand. The little guy lost his shadow and disappeared, but he was in the crowd.
"I don't know how the situation on the mainland is now in three hundred years. Let's go, let's go to Qingyun Tower to sit, we can't be too far away from this era." Fang Yan ignored the god-like expression of Zhou Dashen and pulled him.
He walked into the crowd.
Although I haven't been here for many years, Fang Yan is still familiar with Qingyun Tower. After passing through a street, he came directly to the door of Qingyun Tower. He looked at the three big words flying dragons and phoenixes in front of the door, and couldn't help but show a gentle smile.
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These should be the beginning of another era
Zhixiu? Thinking of this, Fang Yan couldn't help but touch his nose with a wry smile. After passing by the party of Killing Shenshan, he seemed to feel much older. Just just glanced at the hall, Fang Yan and Zhou Dashen were about to walk directly to the stairs.
Go, but at this moment, the hall suddenly became quiet, and a few people quickly walked towards Fang Yan and the others. Fang Yan also saw the visitor and stopped and hung his face.
With a kind smile, they didn't expect that they still recognized themselves and were really interested.
Everyone in the hall looked at the excited faces of the Qingyun Tower, who was anxious and eager to act, walked towards the two young men. I wonder why this usually calm and proud shopkeeper suddenly made such a move. They all knew that this shopkeeper Fang had seen him.
Even the strong War Master will never show such expressions.
"Young Master, you are finally back." The middle-aged man led came to Fang Yan and gave a deep gift. The excitement in his tone could not be concealed. The few guys dressed in his servants following him also followed him.
They were all extremely excited to salute. As the clerk of Qingyun Tower, they had more or less a certain understanding of the person in front of them. Even though it happened more than 300 years ago, the name Fang Yan had never been in Qingyun.
The building disappeared.
The person who came was the shopkeeper of Qingyun Tower, and the one from more than 300 years ago. Now he is a powerful man who is at the peak. Fang Yan still remembers him, but his name is just like he has forgotten it---See
The shopkeeper of Qingyun Tower gave such a great gift, and the monks in the entire hall were in an uproar. This was a situation that had never happened before. Who was the young man?
Fang Yan smiled bitterly, quickly stepped forward, helped the middle-aged man up, and said, "Shopkeeper, haha, it's been a long time since I saw you." Then he smiled kindly at the servants behind the middle-aged man, signaling them.
They got up, which made them feel excited again.
Although Fang Yan was extremely kind, the middle-aged man was still so respectful and bent down slightly, not daring to stand up in front of Fang Yan. The person in front of him was not only the lady’s favorite, but also, there was an unparalleled on the mainland.
The halo of the god of Killing has been the only person in the mountain of Killing for thousands of years to retire, and has been there for more than three hundred years. This is enough to become a legend and a miracle that can be looked up to by all monks!
Now, a mysterious and powerful aura was revealed all over his body. The middle-aged man even felt that the young man in front of him wanted to kill him, and he raised his hand!
"It's good if the young master comes back, it's good if he comes back." The middle-aged man said repeatedly. It seems that Fang Yan has disappeared over the years, and they have also suffered a lot and been under a lot of pressure.
"Oh, fellow Taoist, are you annoying? Shopkeeper, hurry up and prepare for us. I haven't tasted it for hundreds of years, and this saliva is almost flowing out." Master Zhou stood aside and watched them sour.
He said sourly, and he couldn't stand it.
"Haha." Fang Yan also laughed and said, "Well, shopkeeper, let's go to the top floor."
"Okay, OK." The middle-aged man replied repeatedly, and then said to the servant behind him: "Go and prepare, you need a meal." The servants did not dare to delay at all, and quickly turned around to the top floor.
Run.
Fang Yan smiled again, ignored the curious and surprising eyes that came from the hall, stepped up the stairs in diameter, and walked towards the top floor "dial" with the middle-aged man and Zhou Dashen also followed closely.
After a few people disappeared, the lobby on the first floor exploded.
"Who was that man just now? He could actually make the shopkeeper of Qingyunlou so humble. Oh my god, I can't be dazzled, right?"
"The shopkeeper seems to call him a young master? Could it be that he came from the Fang family?"
"No matter who it is, he must be a big shot---"
Everyone guessed it, but as the new era, none of them guessed Fang Yan's true identity--at the same time, the top floor of Qingyun Tower also became boiling, because it had never been opened for more than three hundred years.
The luxurious private room with a large number of Tianzi was opened today. One by one, the guys were holding delicious food with excitement, and the fairy jade wine was brewed in and out.
Some rising stars do not understand the meaning of it, but some older monks know the meaning of the private room in this font size. This is only established for one person and only opened for one person. After more than three hundred years, is it possible that
,He---has appeared?
Just as everyone was guessing, "Dingdeng" sounded, and everyone turned their heads and looked at it. Fang Yan stepped onto the top floor with a calm expression. Seeing everyone's gaze, he was slightly stunned, and then
Seeing the busy guy in and out of the private room that day, he knew what was going on and couldn't help but smile bitterly. It seemed that he had once again become the focus of everyone--the people in the hall saw this face as if they were cut by a knife.
When the young man with a strong face was full of determination, most people's eyes showed a puzzled look. Who is this person? Is it because the Tianzi private room was prepared for him? Why have you never seen this person before?
"Haha, the shopkeeper, I have the strength to see. I also know that opening this private room is good, good, worthy of praise." Zhou Da Shen turned a blind eye to those eyes, staring at the source of the rich spiritual energy floating in, and said with a laugh, Quan Ran
The middle-aged man who was bowing behind Fang Yan smiled bitterly.
"He--it's really him. Isn't it rumored that he has fallen?" Some older monks in the hall didn't dare to confirm when they saw Fang Yan, but when they saw this sloppy Taoist priest and the shopkeeper of Qingyun Tower, they were no longer there.
He was puzzled, and a surprised look appeared on his face.
Fang Yan was so famous back then? The tide of chasing and killing reappeared strongly, killing several holy sons and demons, creating incredible one by one. In that era, he seemed to be unable to kill, letting those holy demons compete with them.
However, he was still wandering in the East Continent. Almost all monks of that era had seen his images, and very few of them did not recognize him!
"Custom-clad God of War!" Finally, someone reported Fang Yan's name back then. The voice was not loud, but it spread throughout the audience. Everyone was in an uproar. No matter who it was, even those juniors who had never seen Fang Yan, would not have
No, they were surprised, how could they not know the powerful figure who was popular in the past, the common war god?
Fang Yan didn't expect that so long has passed, and there are still unrelated people who will remember their names. It's really a bit surprised, but he felt a little proud in his heart. This is a recognition of himself, proving that he was indeed.
There are also some small glory.
After smiling at everyone, Fang Yan didn't intend to say anything more. He walked towards the private room with a sky-sized font. Since they were all ready, then go in and experience the luxury inside.
"You are the common war god who killed several powerful men in Huangtu City back then?"
Fang Yan wanted to leave, but some people didn't want to let him go so easily. A young man in luxurious clothes stepped forward and stood in front of Fang Yan, asking arrogantly, not caring about Fang Yan's reputation and
The shopkeeper of Qingyun Tower behind him seemed to be a monk of extraordinary origin.
Fang Yan was slightly stunned, blocking the shopkeeper who was full of anger and was about to scold him, and asked with a smile on his face: "Who are you?" In Fang Yan's eyes, this one who only guided the fifth level of heaven was the only one who led the fifth level.
The young man is no longer a person on the same level as him, but more like a junior. Maybe he is considered a genius in this era, but in his eyes, it is just insignificant, his disrespect,